PARK SOOMI'S POV

"Let's go to a field trip today."

"Why?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow. I was here at Namjoon's place like every other day for my early morning endeavours but he here he was, looking like he was ready to go outside.

"Yeah, let's go to a library today," he said picking up his round spectacles from the table. I followed him to the main door where he pulled out keys to lock the door from this outside.

"Which library?" I asked, a little dumbfounded.

"There's a library here, right in this neighbourhood, you didn't know?"

"Well, I, I'm not a nerd like you!" I defended myself. "You only came here and you already know about libraries?"

He flashed me a smile showing off his deep dimples. "It's been more than a week since I'm here. Of course, I'd know."

The weather was warm outside, not warm like it would bake you with the heat of the scalding sun. It was sunny, yet a cool breeze was following us around. Namjoon walked silently ahead of me. The streets were scarce of people this early, only a few school-girls sauntering here and there with their heavy bags, and droopy eyes. I noticed them stealing glances at him.

He looked fine today. With his hair messy, round specs on his face, blue and white striped shirt and faded jeans. The look suited him. Though I didn't know why, he was feeling a little different today.

Today, for the first time he felt like a teacher to me. Other days he'd feel like a friend who was older, or, maybe it was just my well wishes. Today I couldn't find things to talk about while we were walking and he just felt like someone I didn't know.

He took some turns and stopped in front of an age-old, cavernous library. He then held the glass door for me to go inside.

As soon as I'd entered, I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. There were tons of wooden shelves reaching the high ceiling, all filled with old and new, and all kinds of books.

I was never a true bookworm, but this place fascinated me. The old musty and woody scent of the shelves, and burnt candles and incense, and those books were really something. It was calm, serene with no other people but us and the old librarian. Time stopped right here.

"You're really something!" I whispered excitedly, following Namjoon's footsteps. "How come I never—"

"That's because I always look for a library first thing whenever I move to somewhere." He didn't let me finish and shoved a few thick books to my hands. His eyes wandered off to the shelves looking for more.

"I'll let you borrow some books with my library card, since you don't have one. You have to take good care of them, okay?"

"Yes, sir!" I mocked. "But why today?"

"It's your last day for a lesson anyway, isn't it?" He said still being busy with the books.

How did he know I wouldn't seek any more help from him starting tomorrow?

I wanted to ask, but seeing him so busy, I couldn't. Rest of the time, we didn't speak at all. He borrowed some books and we went out of the library where the sun greeted us back. I was holding two heavy bags filled with books.

As we stood outside I looked back at the library and read the name aloud that was written as a wall paint. "Omelas."

Namjoon looked back too, then glanced at me. "The name was taken from a book, most probably."

"Really? What kind of book?" I asked eagerly, even though him being like that felt uncomfortable and stuffy to me. For the first tim,e I was finding it awkward, spending time with him.

"It's about a town and some friends. I have that book, you can borrow it from me if you want," he answered, and then it was quiet again, us standing there as if we didn't know what to do next. And we really didn't.

"Do you want to get some ice cream?" He said, looking above at the scorching sun. The weather was starting to get hot, it wasn't cool like before anymore. "Come on."

He started walking ahead, and I almost stumbled on the way to catch up to him.

"I will pay for my own," I announced. I saw him coming back a few steps, then taking a bag from my hands.

"It's fine to let your teacher pay once in a while."

We silently walked up to an icecream parlour. I felt like a kid seeing him pay for my cone of ice cream but I didn't protest again, knowing it wouldn't work.

We trotted out of the store, there were tables and chairs decorated outside, umbrellas shading them from the heat. He took a seat, I did the same quietly.

It was stuffy again.

"How did you know I wouldn't come for lessons from tomorrow?" I asked a little hesitantly.

"Doesn't your brother come back tomorrow?" He questioned back. "And your friends too. That would mean you wouldn't be bored anymore. Also from what I've seen, you've improved a lot in a week. You don't hesitate so much with your grammar. Your vocabulary increased a lot. The books I gave you today, if you read them thoroughly you'll be fine with your general writing."

"Are you kicking me out?" I shouted, trying to look offended. "Even though, you're right."

"See?" He chuckled by himself. "My friends say I'm good at observing the psychology of people around me."

"Yeah." I nodded, starting to eat my ice-cream since I didn't have anything else to talk about.

He was right. I realized that I was getting good at it, solving my own problems so I thought I wouldn't bother him anymore. But it kind of hurt hearing it from his mouth. Maybe, I wanted to be the one to call it off.

"You know, Yoongi told me something yesterday." Namjoon's sudden voice snapped me back from my thoughts. "I didn't quite understand what he was referring to, but I do now."

He had such a serious look on his face I started to feel a little scared inside. "What did he say?"

"He asked me if you reminded me of someone. Which was absurd, because I've truly never seen anyone like you before. Then again, everyone is different and unique in my opinion." Namjoon paused a little, then he started to speak again.

"Later I realized, he wasn't talking about the actual person, but the feeling I get from this certain someone, and he asked if it was similar to the feeling I'd gotten from another person before. When I thought about it, he was right. You do remind me of someone."

"Who?" I asked, breathless. His words felt like riddles. I could understand, yet I couldn't get the gist of it.

"A childhood friend I had throughout middle school, and high school at Ilsan. Funny thing is you two are nothing alike. She was a crybaby and a really sensitive person. She'd cry whenever she'd get hurt, and for some reasons, she always got hurt. That was a lot of crying." Namjoon smiled by himself looking at somewhere behind me.

"I'd look out for her, though she didn't like it. She didn't like it when people cared for her. I couldn't help myself either. I kept getting myself involved. As a friend, I thought I could do that. I wonder, how she is now." He looked like he was talking to himself, as if I wasn't there.

"You aren't friends with her anymore?"

I didn't know why I wasn't liking it, being compared to his friend. Why though? Maybe, I was disappointed. In what?

"No, but I'm sure she's fine now. She better be." Namjoon then smiled at me. "I think I've annoyed you a lot the past days. I'm really sorry for that."

And suddenly, I felt this stinging pain in my heart, but I kept my face nonchalant. Why was I feeling so disappointed?

"Yeah, but why are you telling me all these?"

"Soomi," Namjoon mumbled my name looking right into my eyes. "Do you know the big difference between you and the person I just told you about?"

"I think I know," I murmured, he didn't seem to hear it.

"You're a student and she is a same-age friend; she was," he said, and we stayed silent for a few seconds after that.

"Are you done?" He asked me, I only nodded in reply. He got up.

"Take good care of those books, okay? Be careful on your way home and see you at class tomorrow." He flashed me another bright smile.

"Yes, sir." I got up to bid him goodbye. I wasn't really mocking this time.

Soon I saw his wide back disappear from my sight. What was this stinging pain I felt in my heart?

He didn't have to draw that student teacher line between us.

Because I was already aware of it.

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A/n:
Hi I wrote this chapter twice. First I wrote it and wattpad deleted it because she's a shitty bitch. I was stressed and frustrated but still it wouldn't come back after more than a day so I rewrote it again.

And guess what? The chapter came back just when I was done rewriting.

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