FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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Stunned.

Absolutely stunned. Namjoon has no words. He hasn't had any words for the last week. Is his mother crazy? She has to be. Maybe she's not feeling well. Maybe she's sick or something. Or maybe she's just simply being nice and he's overthinking everything.

He could be. But something tells him that he isn't.

"Do you want to stop for food? There's a rest stop coming up. I saw the sign." Malia asks him as she drives.

They've been on the road for three hours and Namjoon has been very quiet, silent for the most part. The only time he's been speaking is when spoken to. Other than that, he's had his arms crossed and a stoic expression on his face.

Every now and then it'll extend into a full frown before he slowly drops it again.

"Baby?" Malia pus her hand on his thigh, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looks at her with raised eyebrows. He hadn't realized she was talking to him.

"Hm? What'd you say?"

"I asked if you wanted to stop for food. There's a rest stop coming up." She glances from the road to him and back.

"Oh... yeah. You haven't eating in a couple hours. You probably should."

"You have to eat too, Namu." She says as she gets over to get off at the rest stop.

"I'm not really hungry." He says kind of quietly as he turns his attention out of the window.

"Just something to put into your stomach. Please?" She requests as she parks his car. They get out and he grabs her hand as they walk into the building. He looks at the options and bites the inside of his lip.

He really isn't all that hungry. But he knows that it's due to his current emotional state. He eats at three to four times a day and if he doesn't put something into his stomach during this time, Malia will not let him leave this building.

Or she'll have an attitude while trying not to have an attitude about him not eating.

They stand in line for the place with burgers, pizza and salads. He orders a grilled chicken sandwich and a Gatorade. Something that he could eat and finish without feeling like he's forcing food down his throat.

Malia gets a chicken salad with ranch dressing and an ice water. They sit in to eat and she can't help but pay attention to his sullen state. She knows what's bothering him. The only problem is that she isn't sure exactly what to say to help. She's not even sure if anything she says will make the situation any better. She wants to comfort him but she just can't find the words.

She pushes the bags of his dark locks back from his forehead as he chews his sandwich. His hair has gotten longer than it ever was last year.

"Are you going to cut it or let it grow?"

"I don't know yet. Probably cut it. I sweat too much during games and practice to keep it this long. It's annoying."

"I like the short cut. This is cute too but the other makes you look like you want to get slutted out."

Her fingertips massage his scalp and he pauses mid bite. He looks up at her to see that she's looking at his hair. She said it so casually, he doesn't even think she meant the actual intent behind it. She was just speaking her mind.

"I'll get it cut in the morning." He says before taking the bite of his sandwich. She smiles at him as they finish eating their food. When they're done, they get refills of their drinks and leave.