Rap Monster

Namjoon was wild. Maybe more than wild. He was the complete opposite of you. He'd call his friends bros, he'd call women bitches and whistle at them. Yet, you couldn't help your eyes from wandering. He was just... Different. The permed 4c curls, the buggy clothes, the swag, the attitude. If only you were the kind of girl boys like him liked. You were shy, not unknown, but not known either. Small circle of friends, yet mostly alone at school. Got decent grades and all. You were just... There. And Namjoon? He always went for the popular ones. It wasn't uncommon to see him making out with some girl in the hallway, only to see him slapping her ass the next minute and push her away. That was him. He was rough. He was rude. He was.. unique. You didn't like judging people. And Namjoon didn't have anything to judge. Whatever he did, he did fearlessly and shamelessly. You just wished you had the courage to talk to him. And, yes, even for one night, be his bitch as he himself would say. But you didn't want just that. You realised you were done for the moment you caught yourself giggling and kicking your feet at his dimpled smile. You were down bad. But you kept it to yourself. Even if you ached to be his. To prove to someone, and more to yourself, that he was misunderstood.