FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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"I didn't know he went to school here."

Malia explains as she sits on Namjoon's bed. He's upset, mostly because he had to see Isaac's face again. But also because in order to get through the line, he had to talk to her. They had to be in the same vicinity. He isn't happy about that.

Isaac also used his blue ticket, the one that allows him to choose a victim, to dunk Malia into Namjoon's tank.

"I understand that. But there's no way he didn't know what he was doing, Malia. He did that shit on purpose. You can't tell me that he didn't."

She sits there quietly because he's right. Isaac's actions were intentional and he made that clear with the smirk he had on his face.

"I will beat him the fuck up. Like, I don't think you understand how easy it would be for me to do it." He says as he paces the floor in front of her.

No... no, she does. Malia definitely does. On top of all of the muscle that he's built, the boxing that he did with her father over the summer really paid off. Namjoon could fight before but now he has technique as well.

Namjoon Kim is a problem that Isaac really does not want. Not about Malia.

"I do, Namu. But your scholarship, it isn't worth that. You just beat Duke last year. Don't do this, please." Malia practically begs him. She can't think of much else to say to stop him. He knows that they're together, he knows that she loves him. She's told him that a few times during this conversation already, anything to reassure him to not fight.

Namjoon pulls his phone out of his pocket and sits on the bed next to her. He scrolls through his contacts and makes a call.

"Who you calling?"

"Xavier."

He answers on the third ring, rubbing his eyes and voice thick with sleep.

"Yeah?"

Malia smacks her teeth and puts her face in the camera.

"You skipped out on my fundraiser to sleep?"

He screws his face up and taps the screen.

"I could've swore this was Namjoon's phone."

"You got time to talk?" Said man asks. "It's important."

Xavier sits up on his bed and pushes his hair out of his eyes.

"Yeah." He hiccups and puts his hand on his chest. "Oh shit...What happened?"

"Isaac. He goes here." Namjoon says flatly.

"...yeah." Xavier replies.

"Why didn't you tell me that?" Namjoon and Malia both look at the phone.

"Because neither of you had ever seen him here before. I assumed you wouldn't see him again. That's my bad. Was he at the fundraiser?"

"Yes. He called her to be dunked after dunking me."

Xavier's eyebrows go up and then he screws his face up.

"Oh, he needs his ass whooped. What type of shit." He stands up and scratches his chest.

"I only talked to him for a semester last year. We had a class and a project together. We still spoke after that when we saw each other but nothing outside of that." He puts his phone on the dresser and grabs his shirt to put on.

"Unless we were at a party or something but that's just causal conversation. I didn't know that he was like that. Well, I don't really know him at all. But you know what I mean."