𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 || 𝐊.𝐍𝐉

𝟼 | 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 ☽

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I hate this-hate him-hate this whole situation. Why does he have to be so arrogant and such a narcissist? I signed up for college, not for this, but I guess I can take it as a life experience. Whatever job I'll have in the future, I'm sure to run into these weirdos, but I hope one of them will never be him.

The walk back to my apartment is spent in silence. He walks in front of me, and I stay a few feet behind, guiding him so often in the direction of my home. Tempted, I would rather the beast get me and that's saying a lot.

When we arrive, I walk in front of him and lead the rest of the way. Walking upstairs, I go to my apartment door, stand on my tippy-toes, and reach for the top of the apartment door to find my spare key.

I always had an extra key, but I left the one I normally use at Hoseok's place. It's odd because I have one of his keys, and now my other is at his place. However, I can trust Hoseok, so I don't mind it.

Finding the extra key, I begin unlocking the apartment door. I walk inside and flip on the lights. "Take your shoes off,"

I have to remind him, or else he'll walk right in and won't think twice about it. He's that much of a jerk to not care about respect.

Sitting down on the small, step up, I take my shoes off and place them to the side of the entrance. I walk into the apartment, waiting for him to be finished. "And shut the door and lock it," I also remind.

Something about him makes me believe he may not be capable of having common sense.

I turn on the lights in the kitchen and the living room. I walk into my room and change into some comfy, sleeping clothes.

When I come out, Namjoon is already sitting on the couch, controlling the television.

"What do you think you're doing?" I cross my arms over my chest, annoyed at his behavior already.

"I'm flipping stations. I'm going to every news channel and seeing if there's any mention of the beast." He admits, continuing to press the button on the remote despite my presence.

I walk over to the other side of the couch and sit down. "Is work all you think about? It's late, and most people would already have their kids in bed by now."

He ignores me, eyes on the screen while flipping through the channels. I roll my eyes and stand up. This is never going to happen again. I can't stand his attitude.

I go to the kitchen and decide to cook some of the noodles I got at the store the other day. I'm starving, and I've only had coffee to drink since classes ended.

Turning on the stove, I start pouring some warm water into the saucepan and place it on the stove to start boiling.

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Walking over to sit down on the couch, I eat my noodles and practically moan into the deliciousness. I haven't had a warm meal in at least a week, and this tastes amazing.

Opening my eyes after enjoying the flavor, I see Namjoon staring at me with wide eyes. I swallow what's in my mouth and part my lips. "What are you staring at?" I ask while being weirded out.