Smoke Me.

Chapter 16: Tea

'I want to go home.'

This thought had been passing through every five minutes like a train going in circles in the same station.

"It's a bit too long, but the color suits you," Namjoon said while fixing up the collar.

"How does purple suit me?" I tried to sound upset, but the boredom was seeping through my tone.

"I don't know. It just does."

"That clears it up then. Let's buy it."

"You didn't even try all of them on."

I grabbed one of the many hoodies he picked and forced it on top of an already baggy shirt.

"Jungkook..."

"It fits. Let's buy them all."

"..."

I dragged him towards the register without mentioning what I've now made obvious.

'I don't care. I just want this day to be over.'

We left the store with more things than I wanted, plus a scarf he noticed while the cashier was scanning the rest of the clothes, and a hat. I grabbed him the second he spotted something that was not in a one-foot radius.

When the sound of the doors closing behind us sang like angel choirs, I heard him saying:

"Are you in the mood for ice cream? Or pizza?"

"Who did you rob?"

"Fred, naturally."

He grinned and reached for my hand.

'He knows. I've barely hidden my annoyance in the last hour, so why isn't he calling me out?'

"How about trying a new flavor instead of the same old chocolate?"

Someone else spoke to him before angry-filled words got to escape through my parted lips.

"My, my what an unsurprising surprise! You coerced him into taking you back?"

The slightly familiar voice revealed brown locks and a sour expression.

"What do you want V?"

"I want to walk on the street without being reminded of having my arm in a cast for weeks. What about you?"

"Then go walk on another street."

"Apology accepted. How about you make it up to me then?"

Namjoon sighed.

"It was your fault."

"I need some hearts."

"Bye, V."

The no longer redhead bumped into Namjoon's shoulder and whispered something in his ear I couldn't hear even after I had purposely stretched out my neck.

All my ears picked up was V patting Namjoon's shoulder loudly.

"What was that about?" I quickly asked after V waved and walked away smiling.

"Nothing important."

"If it isn't, then you can tell me."

"You don't want to know."

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

"Jungkook..." He started whilst pulling me towards the ice cream stand.

"What?"

"Do you want to try a new flavor?"

I bit my irritation and felt my entire body burning with a nonexistent fever.