𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 (ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ᴋ.ɴ.ᴊ)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

She wanted him to open up to her.

She was waiting. But it didn't seem like he was going to do it.

And she was sad about it.

She was unreliable? Or was he ashamed?

She sighed.

It had only been a couple of months, maybe he wasn't ready yet.

Forcing someone to do something they didn't want was not an option. They would just distance themselves.

And she also decided to listen to him about that psycho: Karma would punish him in its own way.

She just had to wait. And hope.

Jia was now in front of Namjoon's apartment door, the key he had given her inserted into the lock and she opened the door.

"Surprise!"

The two young men standing in the living room shifted their attention to her and she blinked, confused.

Tension was in the air.

"Oh, Hoseok! Are you staying for dinner?"

He shook his head with a forced smiled, "Thanks Jia, but no. I have a few things to finish." He walked towards her and gave her a squeeze on her shouder, "See ya."

He bid goodbye before leaving.

Jia looked at Namjoon, who was now hugging her and nuzzling her neck.

She smiled, kissing his head, "Hey, baby..."

"Hey..."

And Jia giggled, finding him adorable.

Then they looked at each other, before they kissed again and gently pulled away.

Jia noticed his eyes were red.

Again.

"What do you want to eat for dinner?" he asked her, heading to the kitchen and she followed him.

"Tteokbokki."

Namjoon opened the fridge door after glancing at her, grabbing a bottle of water, "Again?"

"What can I say?" She sat at the kitched island, placing her forearms on the marmbe surface,  "You cook too well."

He grinned and after that gulped his water.

"Get that apron, though."

"That apron?"

"Yeah, baby. Why? Scared of the bunny pattern?"

Namjoon pouted, "Of course not!"

"Then go." Jia stuck her tongue out, making him whine.

As soon as she saw him disappear from her view, she walked over to the fridge, opened it and took a look inside, moving a few things around before finding what she wished she hadn't.

She turned around and grabbed his phone on the kitchen island, thinking about a password Namjoon would use for it.

His birthday, his parents', their meeting maybe.

But nothing. Then...

She typed her bithrday.

And it worked.

She checked his call log and messages, stumbling upon something else she feared.

Namjoon was a drug addict.

And Hoseok was involved.