AN:Hi. This chapter...well...this chapter is ...aa...read it with the door closed. The next ones will be...much different in many ways, but the door will need to remain closed as well. So, I don't like when I get spoiled, which is why I don't like how many tags I have, I want to get rid of some soon, but not after this chapter though, but after the next. The next one since I will need to add new ones (I don't know what to do with my tags though, help) Eh, and that's all I'll divulge. I hate spoilers. But this is my way of letting you know I'm turning up the heat for a bit, just a bit. Hopefully, you'll forget all about it until the next chapter which will be in 8 days or the one after... Anyways, the first-time readers don't get a lot of spoilers from tags cause...I am adding some as I go obviously. But don't get scared Smokers, and enjoy:
"Salt?"
"No, thank you."
"Water?"
"I'm fine, Jungkook. Really."
"You don't look fine."
"Better than yesterday," Mona reminded him with a sigh.
"But you look..."
"Ahem..." And presented the palm of my hand. Both of them stared at it without a word, "I'd like some salt."
Jungkook handed it to me slowly. As if afraid that if he passed the salt shaker any faster, either it or I might break.
"Thanks." I chewed out.
It was quiet until Mona got up and sprang towards the bathroom.
"Wine?" I asked Jungkook, to which he just shook his head. "Sorry, that's all I got," I admitted with a forced smile.
He put the fork down way too fast, looking angry instead of saddened for once.
"I don't need anything from you, Namjoon."
"You don't?" I mocked, frowning.
"I don't."
"Oh, right. You got Fred and that mystery dealer to help you." I kept mocking with a grin.
"That's not what I meant!"
"Then what did you mean?"
"I don't need to get something in return for being with you. That's...not the way I am."
His cheeks were suddenly red and as cute as that made him look, a trembling Mona managed to get into the corner of my eye before she sat down, mumbling: "False alarm."
We carried on eating dinner without speaking. Like the true dysfunctional family that we were.
Then I quickly returned to my spot by the door while Mona went back to her room after complaining about her symptoms, her brother still not being here, and her overall horrible life. And Jungkook stayed in between the two locked doors to wash the dishes. But Mona had no business watching him like I was. As if he was the most interesting movie ever made.
I didn't even react when he turned around to ask me something. He was clearly taken aback by the eyes that were staring directly at him.
"...did I do something?"
'Depends...'
I thought but shook my head instead.
"Why? What do you want?" I asked while trying to dig the salad pieces out of my teeth.
"Is there anything that Mona can take to make it more...bearable?"
"Yes," I answered in one breath.
"Do we... have it?"
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Smoke Me.
Hayran KurguNamjoon has been in love with Jungkook ever since they were little even though they rarely ever talked to each other. Now they're still in the same class, in the same school, but they only interact when Jungkook gets weed from Namjoon in the school...
