"Why wouldn't you date me!"

That's the first thing I said, more like screamed after I had blasted through the door to Namjoon's office and recreated my oh-so-heroic pose, which was putting my hands over his desk with a loud thud, and trapping him in between my arms while shooting him my deadly stare.

"You can't just leave me hanging like that," I growled at the wide-eyed one before me. "Look at me! I couldn't sleep! Nor could I concentrate in any of my classes today!"

Couldn't he understand how much it was paining me? After going all the way to asking him out and he completely brushed it off?

"So you guys really have something going on." A raspy voice came from the side.

I was surprised to find out the voice's owner, Yoongi sitting right there, all this time. I was so caught up in my actions I hadn't realized he was there.

Yoongi gave me a sharp look then glanced back at Namjoon. "I was just asking him. You guys did seem fishy to me."

With that, he got up. I was calmer now and stood steadily unlike before, but my mind still processing what was happening.

"Let me answer for him, which I think is the right answer." Yoongi again shared a glance with Namjoon then stared at me, his hands shoved inside his jacket's pockets.

"He probably wouldn't date you because his time here is ending and he'd go back to Ilsan soon." Yoongi breathed out. "Now I'll see myself out. You guys talk."

It was soon when he had left. There were thousands of questions flying through my mind already. Namjoon really was going to leave?

I kind of knew it. I saw this coming.

"When?" I turned to Namjoon and asked, swallowing the lump that was rising in my throat. "When are you going to leave?"

"Soomi, I would've told you this today." Namjoon rolled his lower lip inside his mouth. I couldn't decipher his facial expression but he looked, sad?

"I know," I muttered under my breath, loud enough for him to hear. "I didn't think you'd leave Seoul. I thought you'd just leave this college when professor Cha comes back."

"Ilsan is my hometown, I moved here temporarily." Namjoon stood up from his seat and approached me. "I'd have to leave at the end of this week, or next week, after professor's arrival is confirmed."

"Okay." My voice sounded dry and off as I acknowledged.

I'm not going to cry. I never cry in front of someone.

"So what?" I slowly crossed my arms over my chest, cocking an eyebrow in the meantime. He looked surprised.

"That doesn't mean we can't go on a date. You're still teaching me remember?" I said blatantly. "Since we don't have much time left let's do it today."

"Wait, Soomi—"

"You're done here, right? Meet me at four pm, near that library you once took me to."

"But—"

"Stop." I showed him my hand, almost shoving it to his face. "Today's date is on my hands. I know close to nothing but you can count on me."

I said it as fast as I could before I flee from his sight. Four pm, which meant I had only three hours in my hands with a lot to prepare.

Thankfully, I bumped into Hyemi while running down the hallway. "Hyemi!" I screamed waving my hands at her. She was the one I was looking for.

Since I; we didn't have much time, I was going to make this memorable for him. 

***

"Make me pretty," I demanded at first  but then my tone got softer as I pleaded. "Please!"

Hyemi's eyes were up to her forehead, mouth slightly apart. "B-but you're already pretty."

"More like handsome." I rolled my eyes at myself. "I want to go on a date looking pretty, like a normal person on a normal date. For only today. I just want to surprise him."

Saying all that, made me feel embarrassed for some reason.

"Date?" Hyemi scrunched up her perfectly shaped eyebrows. "Who?"

"I—" I trailed off, realizing I couldn't say Namjoon's name. He was still a teacher here, after all.

Hyemi looked surprised, shocked to say precisely. "It's okay." She looked down and shook her head slightly to the sides. "I just didn't know—"

"Actually, me too!" I shouted before she could finish. "I didn't know I'd end up dating him, and it's my very first date with him too. And, and, he might go away soon." My tone got lower by my last sentence. Hyemi stared at me for a second before she held my hand.

"Let's get you a dress first. Want to go to my place? It'll be easier that way."

My face lit up hearing her suggestion. "Thank you, Hyemi!" I lightly squeezed her hands giving her my widest smile.

"Oh, and also," I added. "We have approximately two hours now."

"Dear God!" Hyemi quickly got up, panic written on her face. "Let's hurry!"

She took me by my arm, marching off and pulling me with her. The girl I thought was shy at first actually had a rebellious side in her. That reminded me of someone, her brother, Hoseok.

"Hyemi," I called her name out, she didn't stop but let out a sound from deep within her throat. I took that as an agreement that she was listening to me.

"You know, Hoseok and I had a lot of fun. We hung out together and it was an amazing experience for me."

"Yeah, I know. He told me. I was jealous, to be honest," she said with a soft giggle, her back still facing me.

"I can't help but think that I..." I hesitated, my pace going slower without intention. "Do you think I may have led him on? That me going on a date with someone now might make Hoseok sad? Then I should apologise to him."

"What?" She finally faced me, her eyes on mine. "He'll be okay," she assured. "To me, my brother and you look like you could be good friends."

"You think so?" I could feel my confusion over him melting away as she nodded.

"It's me who might feel a little sad about this."

She had a solemn look on her face for a second, before she brightened up like the sun in a gorgeous morning. "Let's get going now!" she cheered, again dragging me with her.

I couldn't possibly make up my mind if that was a joke on her part or not.

KIM NAMJOON'S POV

"Late," I mumbled by myself, taking a glance at my wristwatch.

She was never late but it was already four fifteen ans she was nowhere to be seen. It made me wonder if I had actually heard her right.

To be honest, I wasn't prepared for a date. I didn't even know how to. My mind just couldn't seem to process that she had asked me out, that this could really happen.

If I told her sooner I wonder if any of this would happen. This whole ordeal of going out on a date together now seemed futile since we'd have to part anyways, and she might not even remember me.

But I'd never be able to forget her.

"Hey." I heard a voice that snapped me back from my thoughts. Turning my face to the side, I saw a petite girl smiling at me.

I turned my face forward again. It must have been a mistake, I didn't know her.

"Namjoon-shi?" The voice sounded shy, that girl was trying to talk to me.

Must be a student. I tried to look at her carefully this time.

My eyes went wide, brain stopped processing for a second, my jaw was probably rolling on the floor. In the meantime, my heart did at least ten summersaults.

Was this one of my dreams of her, but hey, I never had these kind of fetishes.

It couldn't be, Park Soomi was standing in front of me wearing a dress!