FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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".. you fought the fucking Dean? Namjoon, are you crazy? He can literally kick you out of the school."

He inhales deeply and sighs. "Yeah... I know." He sounds tired. Exhausted. Sad. "I didn't think about that."

"I don't think you thought about anything at all."

When I got here, I expected to have a nice drive to Namjoon's house, open gifts, have dinner, then whatever the hell Malia roped us into for the rest of the night. I did not, absolutely did not, expect for her to tell me to meet them at a hotel because he fought the damn Dean.

I also didn't expect to hear that he's dating his mom.

I'm not saying it's weird... but it's a little weird. Dean Kim's cool but that's be an odd transition, you know. I mean, I don't think I'd particularly care too much but I'm not in Namjoon's shoes. My father is still alive, breathing and giving my mother all kinds of hell.

Namjoon's father is no longer with us and he is the most influential person in his life. Everything that he's accomplished this far, he credits his father. He loves that man with everything in him. So no. Maybe I don't entirely blame him for the reaction that he had. But in the amount that he had it, yes.

He didn't have to lash out the way that he did. He didn't have to say the things that he said. He definitely didn't have to fight Kim and his nephew. I'm all for ass whoopings when deserved. But this one... it wasn't there.

"Why should I? Did she think when she starting dating him? She didn't think about how this would affect me. Why should I care?" Namjoon responds as he sits in the chair across from me.

We got two separate hotel rooms but we're just in one for right now. Janae and Malia 'went out for stuff' and I think that they think we're stupid or something. It's literally a holiday. The only thing open is Target.

I inhale deeply and sigh as I rub my forehead.

"Okay, look.." I pinch the bridge of my nose as I mentally prepare to have to fight this man. He's clearly on a rampage today.

"Let's... pull a different equation for the scenario, yeah?"

He says nothing but continues to looks at me with the same look he's had since I saw him an hour ago.

"Let's say you're a single father. Let's say, very very very hypothetically speaking, you and Malia have a kid. You guys get older, she becomes ill. She... y'know."

Do I feel comfortable saying it? Do I even want to think it? Also no. But for the sake of Namjoon and his emotional and mental stability, I will.

"You have to raise your child without her. Let's say you have a little girl. You have to raise your daughter from 11 to 12 years old and forward. As she gets older, as she grows, your number one and sometimes your only priority ever is her. She's the happiest kid you've ever known. Smart, headstrong, debatably funny."

Namjoon huffs through his nose and looks away as he licks his lips.

"Anyway, as you two get older, the pain of losing her mother slowly starts to ebb. It doesn't hurt to think about her anymore. You don't cry every time her name is mentioned. You don't choke up every time you pass a picture of her in the hall or see one around the house. Instead, you start to smile a little. When you think about her, you smile at how kind she was, how very debatably funny she was, how addicted she was to things that could very easily give her diabetes. It hurts less and you start to heal. You don't think you'd get lonely and want to.. move on?"

Namjoon glares at me.

Expected.

"Why would I ever want to move on from the only girl I've ever loved? What do I get out of that? Do you know impossible it is for me even think about it? I can't even have that thought in my head without feeling like I'm wronging her somehow?"