FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

+SUMMER'S EPILOGUE+

+THIRD+

On a Wednesday in the middle of June, Malia feels like she could pass out on the floor. Even in the grocery store, she feels hot.

"Ugh. Oh my god. I miss winter." She complains as she takes a sip of the cool iced tea in her pink cup.

"A damn lie." Namjoon grabs her waist to stop her from walking. "Gimme some."

"Uh uuhhnn." She moves the straw away from him. "It got lip gloss on it."

"So? Stop being stingy."

They both know he doesn't really care about the gloss on the straw. Namjoon kisses her all the time with it on her lips. Why would this be any different?

"It's mine. That's not being stingy." She holds the cup out for him anyway and he takes three large gulps.

"See. This is why I didn't want to give you any. You drinking it all. Namu stooopp."

He drinks until it's gone and there's nothing but ice cubes left. She smacks her teeth and looks at him. He pats her butt and grabs the basket.

"Come on. We gotta go pay for this stuff and get it to your mom before she chew me out about her Adobo. And being late to the cookout."

Malia walks beside him to the register. She holds his arm as they wait in line. As she's looking around, her eyebrows pinch together.

"Wait a minute. Where's Taehyung? He got the kool-aid mix and the bags of ice."

Namjoon realizes that she's right and looks around. "Probably lost." He takes his phone out just as it starts to ring. It's Tae.

"Hello?"

"Are you guys in the front already?"

"Yeah we just got up here. Where are you?" His eyes dart around the areas that he can see.

"I'm coming. I got distracted by the TVs. What line are you in?"

"Four."

"Alright. I'll be there in a minute."

They end the call and Joon moves up in line. Malia stands by him with her hand holding his arm.

"Can we stop for ice cream after this?"

"We gotta get the stuff to the house. They got ice cream there. We can't wait in line and all that."

"Then I'll just text one of the girls at my job and ask her to put ours aside. We can just be in and out. I don't want to wait until I get home." Malia assures as she types on her phone. She glances at Namjoon and he's staring at her.

"If your mom gets on my ass for being late, I'm telling her it's your fault."

"She'll be alright. We ain't gonna take that long." Malia says as she sends the text message.

She waits for the reply before nodding and locking her phone. She and Namjoon put stuff on the conveyor belt and grab the bags when they're finished.

They see Taehyung in line three since it was empty. He pays for the ice and kool-aid mix before they all leave the store together.

"Oh, wait. Can you take this stuff with you since you're going straight to the house?" Malia asks him as they walk to their cars.

"Yeah." He opens his trunk and they set everything inside. He doesn't have any further arguments or statements about it. He gets into his car and pulls off as Malia and Joon are buckling their seat belts.

Taehyung has been rather quiet around everybody that isn't Seokjin. He was that way at Christmas as well but it's more obvious now that they see him a bit more.