FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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My heart hurts.

My head hurts.

I don't even feel drunk anymore. I'm the furthest thing from intoxicated. And after tonight, I've decided that I am never drinking at a party again. I don't care what the occasion is. If I'm not home or with Malia, it's not happening.

Too much shit happened tonight. Too much shit was said tonight. And none of it will negatively impact me enough to care. But Malia? That's a different story. And whatever affects her, affects me.

"It's okay, baby." I hold her in my arms as she sniffles. She's been cradled on my lap for almost an hour. She's been crying for half that time.

She saw the tweet. People were taking screenshots and posting them to Instagram. From there, she was being tagged multiple times on many different pages. She didn't even understand what was going on or how something could have been said and gotten so skewed. I explained to her what happened at the party.

I told her everything, including the part about Gianna dancing on me and then trying to defend me. She's upset about that but more worried about the Isaac situation. We haven't talked about the Gianna thing. We can only focus on one thing at a time and this is more important.

"This is exactly what I didn't want to happen, Namjoon. This is exactly why I didn't say want to say anything. I should have just.. I should have kept it to myself."

"No, Malia. You shouldn't have. That shit was bothering you and you needed to tell somebody. Even if wasn't bothering you, you needed to talk to somebody about it. I'm happy that it was me and I'd prefer that it always be me but I can't make you talk about things you aren't ready to. That shit is not your fault, stop blaming yourself."

She holds onto me as her cries calm. Her heart is still beating faster than normal but at least she's starting to calm down.

"He got the ass whooping he deserved. Two separate times. He's not gonna bother you anymore and this internet thing will pass. It always does. They'll find some other shit to talk about. We can't feed into it."

"They think I had sex with him."

"But you didn't. I know you didn't, you know you didn't. Our friends know you didn't. Everybody that knows you personally, knows that you didn't. Why does it matter what everybody else says? The most they're gonna do is be confused as to why we're together if that supposedly happened. And they gonna stay fucking confused. That's what they get for not minding their business."

In that same breath, on that very same note, Gianna is part of that group. I didn't take her words for anything past curiosity before. Her saying things about Malia and my relationship last year. Her calling it complicated and sliding remarks in. I didn't think about it that way.

I didn't catch on to what was going on. But now it's obvious, it's been made clear. And that means that I have to clear some things now. I don't know what energy I gave off but I know it wasn't single or looking. I mentioned Malia every time that I've seen Gianna. It was never even intentional, it just happened.

Theres no way that she didn't know that I have a girlfriend. There's no way that she thought I was a single man. And even if I was, Gianna is 17. That feels weird to me. I don't like it.

"I love you, Malia."

"I love you, Namu."

She looks up at me long enough for me to kiss her lips then her temple. She lays her head back on me and I rub her thighs.

"They're gonna be making snide comments and looking at you crazy. Don't let it get to you, okay?"

"Okay."