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You prided yourself on being a good student. Perfect grades, perfect attendance, volleyball captain. You were at the top of your class consistently—that is until you reached your second year of college. Then fresh-faced new students poured in.
Normally, this wouldn’t have been a problem. But among these fresh faces was a certain transfer student, Kim Namjoon. You’re not a mean person by any means, no, no. But you are extremely competitive in the most mundane of things. (Just ask your younger brother, Niki, whenever you two play games together. He claims he gets it from you.) And this Kim Namjoon keeps getting consistently higher grades than you. It’s extremely annoying.
You worked hard to get to where you were, no fresh-faced, innocent, little dipshit is going to take that away from you. You start working even harder, determined to beat him in at least one quiz. But you swear he’s some kind of Einstein. You’re always consistently four or five points behind him even if you took a whole week off from work just to pour over your school books.
The only thing you can proudly say you beat him in is sports. You had seen him play basketball with a couple of his college friends and safe to say he wasn’t going to dethrone you when it comes to athletic ability.
Yes, you know you’re taking this overboard. You’re still a Summa Cum Laude (although he is as well), you are one of the MVPs on the College Women’s Volleyball Team, you’re an honours student. You’re just being petty, and every single one of your friends knows it.
“So, how did Mr. Perfect do in the midterm?” Jennie asks you with a wink. You debate leaving, but your younger friend is paying for coffee this time so you refrain. “Did he get a higher score than you again?”
Your lips thin and Jennie cackles over her sickeningly-pink Starbucks drink. The two of you get a couple of looks but Jennie pays no heed. You wait for her laughter to subside before you finally sigh and answer with a, “yes.”
Jennie laughs again. “Look,” you start to defend yourself, “I did my best! I studied way too late into the night! Just look at my eyebags.” Jennie closes her eyes, breathing out carefully. She does this when she tries not to be sarcastic, and though your friend group usually teases her about that, you’re not in the mood today.
“(Y/N)...have you ever realised that being the absolute top of every single one of your classes isn’t necessary? I mean, in every class that you don’t share with Namjoon, you’re obviously the best.” You sigh at that, your hands finding your cup of coffee.
“I guess I’m just trying to prove something to myself,” you respond after a moment, “I’ve never really had this kind of problem before and now Kim Namjoon is ruining this.”
Jennie lets out an even bigger laugh at that. "Maybe you should get to know him, then," she suggests. "You can’t solve the problem if you never get to know him. Maybe once you find out he's a nice guy you'll chill out."
Your lips turn down at that and you take an aggressive sip of your drink. "Not bloody likely," you hiss, "not until I beat him in at least something. Come on, Jennie, you have to realise it's weird that he never gets a lower grade than me."
"Have you considered maybe he's better at school than you? It's not impossible, (Y/N). You know that as you get out of college there will be other people who are better at things than you are. You're not special." Jennie's words sting but deep down you know it's true. You huff and stand.
"Thanks, Jennie. I'm gonna go hit the library now though. I'll see you around later." Jennie waves as you walk out of the café, head swirling with emotions you try in vain to ignore.
You're not stuck up, you know there are people who will be better than you. You don't even know why you took this challenge to heart. Maybe if it was more people who were getting higher grades than you, but since it was only one student it just felt...off. You shake the feeling off, heading back to your dorm room. You just need to work harder.
—
You can barely keep your eyes open through the exam. You are so sure you absolutely bombed it, and you can only blame yourself. As you scribble in the last answer for the essay, the timer ends and you feel like crying. Kim Namjoon, for sure, would be getting a better score than you. And definitely not by just four points. The only thing you can do is wait for your results and dread them.
As you turn in your exam you don't really know what else to do. Usually, you would go get something to eat and hang out with your friends but all you want to do is just go sit down and cry. You take relief in that you did well in the multiple-choice section. You might get a B+, or a B, but you're still disappointed in yourself. As you make your way out of the lecture room, you suddenly veer out of the hall and on your normal path to home.
You don't want to go back to the dorm yet and face your prying dorm mates. You don’t think you really want to do anything right now. But of course, luck was not on your side. As you venture out further than where you usually are, the rain starts pouring. You duck under the roof of a record shop and decide to wait for the rain to stop. You don’t want to enter the shop because the owner is really tall and stocky and you don’t want to drip all over his carpet just in case. So, you satisfy yourself with sitting on the damp stone steps and waiting the rain out.
Well, it’s not really all that satisfying. Your back hurts and your butt is cold and you just want to go home and sleep. Your head falls back, landing on the door with a thump. You can see the store owner look at you with a hint of confusion in his eyes but you ignore it. He makes to get up and you wave him off when—
"(Y/N)? What are you doing?" Your head jerks forward at the familiar voice. Kim Namjoon is currently half on his bike and holding an umbrella awkwardly. "What are you doing here?"
You hastily wipe the water off your face. "That looks like a hazardous way to ride a bike," you say, ignoring his question. "If you fall off your bike you could probably just stab your guts out." Namjoon looks down and laughs. You've never noticed he had dimples.
Namjoon just laughs again. "My brother keeps telling me that as well. But I haven't had any accidents yet so I'd count that as a win!" You just stare at him for a minute before smiling back. You may hate him because of your crippling need to be perfect, but there is no reason to be rude.
“I’m glad you haven’t gotten into an accident yet, but be careful, yeah?” Namjoon hums, contemplating...something. You don’t know what. But maybe you don’t hate him after all.
“I like your smile.” His statement was so out of the blue, you feel like you are the perfect picture of ‘visible confusion’. Namjoon laughs at your expression, his ears turning red. “I’m sorry, that was weird, right? I just never really talked to you but you always were so cool. And so smart. So I thought maybe we could be friends. But I never really did try.”
You offer him a smile, a truce in your own mind though you know he wouldn’t understand it. “I always thought you were smart as well. You always beat me in test scores and assignment grades. When i first saw it I thought for sure you had cheated.”
Namjoon laughs bright and happy at that. “Nah, I just like school. But why are you out here? Don’t you live on the other side of town? You did get out of the lecture hall earlier on pretty quick, yeah?”
You smile a little awkwardly at that. “I guess I just wanted a breath of fresh air and new scenery. Though it didn’t work out too great for me as you can see.”
Namjoon smiles, walking closer. “I mean, if you want, you can come by my apartment. It’s only a couple blocks away. You can dry off and wait for the rain to end or something. And my sister lives there so you don’t have to worry.”
You kind of want to go home, but with this rain, it would be a death wish (or maybe just a bad cold wish). And maybe getting to know Namjoon wouldn’t be too bad. Jennie might even be right, as she usually is. “All right. As long as I hold the umbrella for you.”
Namjoon giggles. “Deal. But let me pop into the record store. I wanna check if they have smething. It was supposed to be delivered this week, so I’m super pumped.”
You smile indulgently, following him into the record store. The owner smiles kindly at you two, and Namjoon heads straight to a section of the record store. Namjoon takes a while carefully going through each record that you debate sitting on the floor as you wait. He seems focused, but he’s rambling some random facts about records and you don’t think he knows he’s doing that. It’s quite endearing.
You think he might take even longer, but he finally looks up with a smile. “I don’t think they have it. Shall we head out now? The rain has lightened up a bit but still not light enough for you to get home safely.”
You can only nod, too caught up in his cheerful expression even if he didn’t get what he wanted. As the two of you head out, he helps you settle onto the back of his bike, making sure you’re secure with the umbrella before he climbs onto the front. He rides slowly, making sure the bike is steady as it ploughs through the wet streets. The silence is almost deafening.
“Do you have any plants?” Your weak attempt at small talk apparently is exactly what Namjoon is passionate about, as he launches into a whole essay about his six plants. He’s even named them when you hadn’t thought he would get cuter. Jennie was right.
You just know that when you finally see her again, she will gloat.
(She did, as soon as she saw you and Namjoon holding hands the next class.)
Normally, this wouldn’t have been a problem. But among these fresh faces was a certain transfer student, Kim Namjoon. You’re not a mean person by any means, no, no. But you are extremely competitive in the most mundane of things. (Just ask your younger brother, Niki, whenever you two play games together. He claims he gets it from you.) And this Kim Namjoon keeps getting consistently higher grades than you. It’s extremely annoying.
You worked hard to get to where you were, no fresh-faced, innocent, little dipshit is going to take that away from you. You start working even harder, determined to beat him in at least one quiz. But you swear he’s some kind of Einstein. You’re always consistently four or five points behind him even if you took a whole week off from work just to pour over your school books.
The only thing you can proudly say you beat him in is sports. You had seen him play basketball with a couple of his college friends and safe to say he wasn’t going to dethrone you when it comes to athletic ability.
Yes, you know you’re taking this overboard. You’re still a Summa Cum Laude (although he is as well), you are one of the MVPs on the College Women’s Volleyball Team, you’re an honours student. You’re just being petty, and every single one of your friends knows it.
“So, how did Mr. Perfect do in the midterm?” Jennie asks you with a wink. You debate leaving, but your younger friend is paying for coffee this time so you refrain. “Did he get a higher score than you again?”
Your lips thin and Jennie cackles over her sickeningly-pink Starbucks drink. The two of you get a couple of looks but Jennie pays no heed. You wait for her laughter to subside before you finally sigh and answer with a, “yes.”
Jennie laughs again. “Look,” you start to defend yourself, “I did my best! I studied way too late into the night! Just look at my eyebags.” Jennie closes her eyes, breathing out carefully. She does this when she tries not to be sarcastic, and though your friend group usually teases her about that, you’re not in the mood today.
“(Y/N)...have you ever realised that being the absolute top of every single one of your classes isn’t necessary? I mean, in every class that you don’t share with Namjoon, you’re obviously the best.” You sigh at that, your hands finding your cup of coffee.
“I guess I’m just trying to prove something to myself,” you respond after a moment, “I’ve never really had this kind of problem before and now Kim Namjoon is ruining this.”
Jennie lets out an even bigger laugh at that. "Maybe you should get to know him, then," she suggests. "You can’t solve the problem if you never get to know him. Maybe once you find out he's a nice guy you'll chill out."
Your lips turn down at that and you take an aggressive sip of your drink. "Not bloody likely," you hiss, "not until I beat him in at least something. Come on, Jennie, you have to realise it's weird that he never gets a lower grade than me."
"Have you considered maybe he's better at school than you? It's not impossible, (Y/N). You know that as you get out of college there will be other people who are better at things than you are. You're not special." Jennie's words sting but deep down you know it's true. You huff and stand.
"Thanks, Jennie. I'm gonna go hit the library now though. I'll see you around later." Jennie waves as you walk out of the café, head swirling with emotions you try in vain to ignore.
You're not stuck up, you know there are people who will be better than you. You don't even know why you took this challenge to heart. Maybe if it was more people who were getting higher grades than you, but since it was only one student it just felt...off. You shake the feeling off, heading back to your dorm room. You just need to work harder.
—
You can barely keep your eyes open through the exam. You are so sure you absolutely bombed it, and you can only blame yourself. As you scribble in the last answer for the essay, the timer ends and you feel like crying. Kim Namjoon, for sure, would be getting a better score than you. And definitely not by just four points. The only thing you can do is wait for your results and dread them.
As you turn in your exam you don't really know what else to do. Usually, you would go get something to eat and hang out with your friends but all you want to do is just go sit down and cry. You take relief in that you did well in the multiple-choice section. You might get a B+, or a B, but you're still disappointed in yourself. As you make your way out of the lecture room, you suddenly veer out of the hall and on your normal path to home.
You don't want to go back to the dorm yet and face your prying dorm mates. You don’t think you really want to do anything right now. But of course, luck was not on your side. As you venture out further than where you usually are, the rain starts pouring. You duck under the roof of a record shop and decide to wait for the rain to stop. You don’t want to enter the shop because the owner is really tall and stocky and you don’t want to drip all over his carpet just in case. So, you satisfy yourself with sitting on the damp stone steps and waiting the rain out.
Well, it’s not really all that satisfying. Your back hurts and your butt is cold and you just want to go home and sleep. Your head falls back, landing on the door with a thump. You can see the store owner look at you with a hint of confusion in his eyes but you ignore it. He makes to get up and you wave him off when—
"(Y/N)? What are you doing?" Your head jerks forward at the familiar voice. Kim Namjoon is currently half on his bike and holding an umbrella awkwardly. "What are you doing here?"
You hastily wipe the water off your face. "That looks like a hazardous way to ride a bike," you say, ignoring his question. "If you fall off your bike you could probably just stab your guts out." Namjoon looks down and laughs. You've never noticed he had dimples.
Namjoon just laughs again. "My brother keeps telling me that as well. But I haven't had any accidents yet so I'd count that as a win!" You just stare at him for a minute before smiling back. You may hate him because of your crippling need to be perfect, but there is no reason to be rude.
“I’m glad you haven’t gotten into an accident yet, but be careful, yeah?” Namjoon hums, contemplating...something. You don’t know what. But maybe you don’t hate him after all.
“I like your smile.” His statement was so out of the blue, you feel like you are the perfect picture of ‘visible confusion’. Namjoon laughs at your expression, his ears turning red. “I’m sorry, that was weird, right? I just never really talked to you but you always were so cool. And so smart. So I thought maybe we could be friends. But I never really did try.”
You offer him a smile, a truce in your own mind though you know he wouldn’t understand it. “I always thought you were smart as well. You always beat me in test scores and assignment grades. When i first saw it I thought for sure you had cheated.”
Namjoon laughs bright and happy at that. “Nah, I just like school. But why are you out here? Don’t you live on the other side of town? You did get out of the lecture hall earlier on pretty quick, yeah?”
You smile a little awkwardly at that. “I guess I just wanted a breath of fresh air and new scenery. Though it didn’t work out too great for me as you can see.”
Namjoon smiles, walking closer. “I mean, if you want, you can come by my apartment. It’s only a couple blocks away. You can dry off and wait for the rain to end or something. And my sister lives there so you don’t have to worry.”
You kind of want to go home, but with this rain, it would be a death wish (or maybe just a bad cold wish). And maybe getting to know Namjoon wouldn’t be too bad. Jennie might even be right, as she usually is. “All right. As long as I hold the umbrella for you.”
Namjoon giggles. “Deal. But let me pop into the record store. I wanna check if they have smething. It was supposed to be delivered this week, so I’m super pumped.”
You smile indulgently, following him into the record store. The owner smiles kindly at you two, and Namjoon heads straight to a section of the record store. Namjoon takes a while carefully going through each record that you debate sitting on the floor as you wait. He seems focused, but he’s rambling some random facts about records and you don’t think he knows he’s doing that. It’s quite endearing.
You think he might take even longer, but he finally looks up with a smile. “I don’t think they have it. Shall we head out now? The rain has lightened up a bit but still not light enough for you to get home safely.”
You can only nod, too caught up in his cheerful expression even if he didn’t get what he wanted. As the two of you head out, he helps you settle onto the back of his bike, making sure you’re secure with the umbrella before he climbs onto the front. He rides slowly, making sure the bike is steady as it ploughs through the wet streets. The silence is almost deafening.
“Do you have any plants?” Your weak attempt at small talk apparently is exactly what Namjoon is passionate about, as he launches into a whole essay about his six plants. He’s even named them when you hadn’t thought he would get cuter. Jennie was right.
You just know that when you finally see her again, she will gloat.
(She did, as soon as she saw you and Namjoon holding hands the next class.)
