You were walking down the hall in black ripped jeans and a tight fitted top, cigarette between your fingers. Namjoon and his friends who know he likes you always hype him up and tease the two of you are standing near your locker. You walk to your locker to apply some lip balm through a little mirror on your locer door.

Namjoon: "Who's the lip balm for Y/N?" He smirks "Trying to keep your lips soft for someone?"