Adult Movies (knj au)

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"Come on, Ky. Just once." Namjoon begs me, literally on his knees.

I roll my eyes, looking back at the book in my hands and completely ignoring his pleas. He huffs, snatching the book from my hands and I groan as I try to snatch it back. "Namjoon, for real. Stop playing."

"Kyla, you're always cooped up inside the house."

"Willingly."

"Yeah, yeah. But come on. Have some fun with me. Please let me take you out to this nightclub. I promise I won't ask you to go with me anywhere else for a month."

"Wow, a month." I say sarcastically. "Joon, you know I don't have money like that to just go out anyway. Besides, even if I wanted to, I have nothing to wear and my hair isn't done."

"Throw on a sexy dress and put a wig on." He shrugs as if it's that easy. "You're just making excuses."

"Fuck you, dude. I'm not going." I manage to get my book back and I flip back to the page I was on.

Namjoon sighs, giving up. "Fine. If you need me, don't call me."

"When do I ever need you?" I chuckle.

"Alright, asshole. Try reaching the top shelf."

I stick my tongue out at him as he leaves my apartment. I watch as the door closes and I sigh in relief. I'm not a party person, and he knows that. I'm too insecure to leave half the time, and my idea of a party is on taco Tuesday when Namjoon brings over the ingredients and I cook it. I don't feel like being bothered with people 90 percent of the time with their shitty judgmental ways, which is why Namjoon is my only friend. I'm okay with that, though. He stays out of my face most of the time.

I continue with my book, and the next thing I know, it's almost 11pm. I call it a good reading night as I place in my bookmark in between the pages and closing the book around it. I go into my bathroom, getting my nightly skin care routine done. I pout a little, poking at my small double chin area. It just seems like no matter what I do, I can't shake off this excess weight. It's very frustrating, and it has definitely caused me grief and lack of confidence. Looking down, I use both hands to grab my stomach as I now look up in the mirror.

"One day." I say to myself. "This will be gone one day."

I sigh, finishing up my routine before leaving the bathroom. I make my way toward my bedroom where I hear my phone ringing. It could only be Namjoon calling me this late. I'm correct as I approach the phone and see his face on the screen. I answer, regretting it instantly as I hear nothing but loud music in the background.

"Really? Why are you calling me?"

"Can you come get me?" He yells, slurring his words and I'm ready to hang up the phone.

"No."

"Kyla I can't drive and I came alone."

I groan, already moving to the living room closet where I keep my jackets and grabbing a hoodie. "You're an idiot, you know that?"

"Yeah." He laughs loudly. "I'm at Destiny."

"Give me 15 minutes and go sit somewhere outside, near the entrance."

I end the call and groan. The last thing I wanted to do was leave to go pick up a drunk Namjoon. I just wanted to lay down, watch a movie, and eat ice cream. He's fucking up the peace.

I slip on my sandals and grab my keys, trying to be as quick as possible so I can get back home and relax. It takes me about 12 minutes to get to the club and I'm even more irritated seeing that Namjoon is nowhere outside. I call his phone to no answer, so I know this dude is still inside. I call 4 more times to still get no answer, so I suck up all my pride, throw my hood up, and get out of my car to get to him.