FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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Malia picks up her duffel bag as she walks out onto the landing of her apartment. She locks her door and makes it to her car, tossing the duffel into the back seat and getting into the driver's seat.

She sets Tarrant in the passenger seat and plugs her phone into the aux before pulling out of the parking lot. On her way out, she sees Jungkook getting his bags into his trunk.

She honks and waves to him. He brightens up when he sees her, waving back.

Driving to the campus isn't a long drive at all. It never is. It's just kind of weird. Malia feels nervous knowing that the only reason she's going back at this hour is to pick Namjoon up.

It's why she's playing music. To fill the inevitable silence that she's sure is coming.

Malia DMs him when she gets outside of the campus lot. She's not even going to risk driving into the lot and having anyone see her picking him up. God forbid that psycho see them.

Namjoon walks out to the car three minutes later and puts his bag into her back seat.

"Hey." He sits in the car, picking Tarrant up and greeting her as he puts his seatbelt on. The cat meows in protest as his removal from the warmth.

He stops his complaining when Namjoon holds him close to his body.

"Hi." Malia says back.

She drives off from the spot, heading straight for the expressway. 'Jet Lag' by ASAP Ferg plays and Malia's phone goes off, interrupting the song as it rings.

She and Namjoon both glance at the caller ID and he stares at it as she answers.

"Hello?"

"Did you leave yet?" Yoongi's voice speaks through the phone. "You left your ID in my car."

"Oohh." Malia's eyes slowly widen. "Um.. damn. Yeah, I'm like 30 minutes out. Is it my school ID? Or my license?"

"Your license."

"Damn. Well, I should be good. I'm mostly gonna be home, anyway."

"Are you sure?" He asks, skeptically.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Just keep it for me and I'll get it from you when I come back." Malia waves it off as if he can see her.

"Alright. I'll keep it in the back of my wallet. I'll text you later. Drive safe."

Malia's face burns as she feels Namjoon staring at her.

"Okay." She replies quietly. She taps the end button quickly to hang up and he crosses his arms.

"Why does he have your license?"

"Because."

"....becaauusee?" Namjoon moves his hands, waiting for her to continue.

"Because I left it in his car on accident."

Namjoon blinks at her and she bites the inside of her cheek and focuses her attention on the road. To the best of her ability, she ignores his hard gaze.