KIM NAMJOON'S POV

"Come in," I mumbled hearing a knocking sound on the door while I was arranging the books on my table, or— professor Cha's table.

Though, when I turned on my heels my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I stumbled a few steps backward but quickly regained myself and cleared my throat.

The girl from the other day stepped inside, all the while closing the door slowly behind her. Her eyes showed no emotion, her face was grave, and her mouth sealed tightly.

This just reminded me of some mystery thriller movie I saw a week ago. She exactly had the murderer's expression written on her face.

"Hi." I managed to say under my breath. Why was I getting nervous here?

"I'm Park Soomi," she said calmly but it somehow managed to send a chill down my spine.

"I'm Kim Namjoon." I nodded and then held out my hand towards her. "Nice to meet you."

Why did it just feel like I was trying to reason with a murderer?

"Or not..." I said slowly taking my hand back to myself. Seemed like she didn't want to shake hands with me.

Great! Another day starting with a failed attempt of handshake.

"The other day I—"

"I know! It's not your fault!" I screeched before she could finish. I could tell what she was trying to say here and frankly, I always felt uncomfortable with people explaining themselves to me.

"You do?" Her eyebrow scrunched up as she was still staring into my eyes.

"Yes, I do!" I said almost aggressively.

"You were drunk hence you had no clue of what you were doing! You know you shouldn't have drunk and do that to a stranger so you're regretting your decision from that day!"

There my mouth went blabbering, just like it always did under trepidation.

"To sum it up—" She raised an eyebrow then slowly let it fall. "Yeah."

Her facial muscles relaxed, her eyes softened up and she moved her head to the side, avoiding my gaze completely now.

"I apologize for my behavior the other day. I was drunk, yes, but that does not give me the excuse to kiss someone without their consent. I'm truly sorry."

She really did look apologetic. She wasn't exactly imploding, but her voice was sincere. Gone was her murderous aura, replacing it with awkwardness, kind of like me.

I wondered if her stone-cold external appearance was only to cope with her internal nebulous self. Nontheless, I was pretty much blown away seeing her taking responsibility for her action.

She again looked into my eyes and tipped her head towards me. "I hope you could forgive me, Mr. Kim."

"Well, yeah, it's okay. I forgot about that already. It's not like it was an agressive kiss of some sort," I recoiled inwardly at my own choice of words, BAD choice of words.

She gave me an incredulous look, and then quickly averted her gaze again. She scratched on her left cheek and stood silently. Was she expecting me to say more?

I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle making her look up at me wide eyed. "It's nothing." I quickly shook my head assuring her.

"The other day..., you said you weren't a lesbian. You know? After doing that to me."

Oh, wow, why did I blurt that out? It had been bugging me.

"I..., I did?" She looked confused for a second, but then her expression became morbid again. "I don't think I said that. I do like girls."

"Oh, so you are a lesbian."

"No. I mean— Not in that way..., God! I don't know! Why does it matter to you anyway!" A look of pure annoyance marred her expression.

"I have hardly seen any gay people in South Korea before, I thought it was a taboo here, so..."

Her expression was getting back to the murderer one again.

"Oh, I apologise. I'm an lGBT supporter, please don't misunderstand me. I was curious, that's all. I'm sorry if I stepped inside your boundary and made you uncomfortable."

She scrupulously judged me from head to toe as her eyebrows slowly became furrowed again. "I don't know if I'm gay. Sorry for not being able to answer your question."

I gave a slight nod to myself, wondering if I should step any further. "I— I'm sorry if I'm being overly comfortable with you, but, if you need help figuring out your sexual orientation, your true self and you're feeling depressed by the fact that you're in a confused state now, maybe I could help you out."

After a moment of thought, and her silent treatment, I added, "No one else has to know. We could do that, me and you."

"What?"

"It will be a secret between us, since we've already gone so far."

Wait, let's rewind what I just said in my mind. I said I'll help her find it out by doing that?

Doing what? That sounded like something a pervert teacher of some student-teacher erotica would say. That sounded wrong. Now, I was freaking out.

"Wait, by that I meant consulting with a friend I have he's a great-"

I was cut off by a loud sound of the door banging closed. She had left.

"...Counselor." I finished myself as my right palm involuntarily came up and slalpped my own face hard.

I thought my body was clumsy, when did my mouth become clumsy too?

***

"It's saxophone tae, not sexy porn star."

I groaned at Taehyung over the phone as I walked around the convenience store later in the afternoon.

"Of course, she would dip if you say that. Do you know what—"

I almost bumped into a person that was coming forward and to my bad luck, the person was no other than her. The Soomi girl from this morning. She was wearing a dark hoodie and the hood was on, only a little part of her face could be seen.

"You," she mouthed, her eyebrows furrowing again. 

"I'll talk to you later." Taehyung was shouting nonsensical words from the other side as I cut the call off.

"I live in this neighbourhood."

"Oh."

Did she just scoff at me?

"Move."

She ordered and I did so without another word. She took a can of catfood from the shelf that was just beside me. Then she went away.

"Bye," I mumbled to her retreating back.

When I came out of the store after paying for the packets of instant food I had bought, it was pouring cats and dogs outside. Even though it was only afternoon it looked like a dark evening with the clowds gathering in the sky, looming over the obelisks of the city far beyond.

Good thing that I had brought my umbrella while going outside. I had a hunch that it would rain shortly.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a soft voice, a little whimper.

I looked to the side where it was coming from. A person was crouching down on the floor before the very entrance of the store, their back facing me. A tiny brown cat before them was enjoying food from a can and purring as the person rubbed its head with care.

It didn't take me a second to figure out that was Soomi. Her hood had fallen off, long black hair cascading down to her shoulders in ringlets.

"Do you want my umbrella?" I asked abruptly making her turn to me.

Her face changed as soon as she saw me. She was annoyed again.

"It's raining hard. I live close by so I'll be fine." I said quickly looking away from her stare.

She was simple yet unordinary. Her eyes weren't soft, she was almost always scowling whenever I had seen her. She had this permanent grimacing look on her face yet, she was somehow attractive.

I wouldn't know how to explain it. 

She got up, wore the hoodie over her head and tucked her hands inside the pockets, then she glimspsed at the pouring rain beyond the shade.

She then looked at me and her hazel brown eyes rested on mine, as if she was trying to read my mind.

"You're an asshole."

Saying that she didn't waste a second. She took a deep breath before she ran off in the rain.

I was still in a daze. Did she just call me an asshole?

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A/n: I know it's Soomi who feels like an asshole to you, but please give her some time. She'll definitely grow on you later!