𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 (ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ᴋ.ɴ.ᴊ)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

She had the strange feeling that their deaths were not a coincidence. They couldn't be.

Or maybe it was Jia's pain talking for her.

"Why don't we go to the arcade? Mmh? It might help you put your mind at ease. At least now."

Namjoon's soft and caring voice was to melt someone's heart.

He was her co-worker and they clicked instantly together.

Their first meeting in the company was hilarious: they were in the coffee bar and he broke a mug, but the handle was still between his fingers.

His puff and done expression made her laugh heartily at the scene, catching his attention and she apologized for her reaction.

He was funny, gentle and clumsy. She liked his personality.

"Thank you, Namjoon. You're so sweet."

Jia cooed at his blushing cheeks and grin after her words.

"I want to ask the others."

"Oh! Do it! I was about to ask you that."

And it was fun. Indeed.

Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung would take glances at her from time to time, making her roll her eyes at their childish behaviour.

"When will you be dating?" Jimin questioned jokingly while slightly elbowing her and wiggling his eyebrows.

"Don't get me started, Shorty."

And he pouted.

"Ouch! Come on, Jia!" Jungkook chimed in, wrapping an arm around his friend's shoulders. "He is still growing!"

"You little piece of-"

Jungkook ran away from Jimin and the latter went after him, making Taehyung and Jia giggle and leaving them alone.

"Give it some thought, though." She looked at him and Taehyung did the same. "I think he's a good match." he exhaled before speaking again "And that... he likes you."

She pointed at herself, "Me?"

Her friend hummed and nodded, smiling. Jia shifted her attention to Namjoon and Hoseok, busy playing a coin-op with serious faces, and smiled.

They liked him that much, huh?

And after she got home, Jia was the one who called him.

He answered.

Noices.

"Who are you?"

"A person," he breathed out, amused.

"Then... why do you only call me when you're high?"

Just noices and no voice.

"Because it's the only time I can talk to you about how I feel about you," he giggled sadly. "And also the only time you're not with them."

Rage.

Despair.

Pain.

So he rang off.

His gaze fixed on the door.

Still unable to ring the doorbell and confess.

Because he was thwarted.

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Happy belated new year guys! Hope you're enjoying my ff so far ❤️