FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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On a wonderful Friday morning, Malia and Namjoon sleep through both of their alarms. What was supposed to be a 7:30 wake up for an 8:45 class is now a 1 o'clock in the afternoon wake up and there's no point of even going.

They're not surprised that they slept like that in the slightest. Last night was... great to them. It was sensual, it was beautiful. It was worth the wait that they inflicted on themselves. Everything felt more special.

Namjoon's phone starts ringing and he groans before answering it. Malia holds onto him in her sleep with her head on his chest.

"Hello?"

"Where the hell y'all at? Y'all just woke up?" Midas asks.

"Yeah. Like five minutes ago, if that."

"Damn, boy. The fuck you do, take a rhino pill or something?"

"Hell no. I only had sex with her once all summer."

"What?" His eyebrows go up. "Awe hell nah. You're tripping. I was fucking Camryn ass up." Midas says as he laughs.

"We were on that little break shit so I didn't want to keep having sex with her and make it seem like we were using each other. That didn't feel right to me."

The last thing he wants is for Malia to think she's being used or feel that she's being used. He doesn't want to feel used either. Been there, done that. He never wants to do it again.

"Understandable. I get that. Well, I was just calling to make sure y'all still alive in there. I'm pretty sure everybody else blew y'all phones up already so I won't be too annoying. You better stretch up before practice later. If you pull something, you gonna be out for a minute. Coach isn't gonna risk you being down."

"I'll be fine by then. I might drag Malia with me to the cafe. It's in walking distance so that will be our stretching time."

"Alright man. I'll see you later."

"Alright."

Namjoon hangs up and looks over at her. Her eyes are cracked open but she looks zoned out.

"You okay?"

"Mhm... yeah... I'm sore." She admits. He figured that she would be.

"Want me to run you a bath or do you want to shower?"

"A bath, please."

They sit up and Namjoon stretches and cracks his back before putting his boxers and pants on. He goes to the bathroom to pee before getting Malia's bath ready. When he walks back into the room, she's up getting clothes ready.

"Are you gonna come to the cafe with me?" He asks, watching her pull out clean undergarments and leggings. She grabs a shirt of his from her top drawer that he thought he lost.

"Yeah. I want a Frappuccino. And we should probably eat something. Did you have fun last night?"

"Of course, I did." He walks over and she puts her arms around him. "I spent time with you and our friends. We went out to eat, I had cake. I had you. You looked so fine last night."

"I was gasping like a fish and I don't even want to know what kind of faces I was making." She groans and he chuckles.

"They were cute. You looked good as hell."

She smacks her teeth and look up at him. "Don't lie."

They laugh together before he kisses her forehead.

"Come on. I got your bath ready. Imma go to my suite and shower and then wash the sheets while you're in there."

"Okay." She replies as she walks into the bathroom. Namjoon walks out of the suite and Malia uses the bathroom before getting into the tub. She relaxes into the warm water and it stings a little before it soothes her. She hopes that he didn't tear anything but based on the little bit of sting, it's likely that he did.