FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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⚠️discussing grooming experience

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The look on Namjoon's face when he saw Yoongi and Jungkook in Malia's apartment was forcefully stoic. His hands were in his pockets but they were balled up and his eyes were trained to the floor. His jaw kept clenching and he was wiggling his toes in his sneakers.

Now that everyone's gone and it's just her and him, he's painfully quiet.

Yoongi recapped how he found her yesterday and Namjoon looked pissed at her. Pissed out of concern but she's choosing to ignore the 'out of concern' part for right now.

"Why didn't you just come back to the house? He tried to get you there."

"Because I didn't want to see your face. I still don't."

"Do you want me to leave?"

"Why do you keep looking for reasons to?"

"I'm not. You just said-." He tries to argue.

"Stop acting like you don't know me like the back of your hand." She snaps at him. "You don't want to talk to me. You'd have figured out some bullshit ass way to do so if you did."

He puts his head back down and blinks at the floor.

"If nothing changes, then why bother?"

"You don't know that it won't.

"I also don't know that it will." He counters. "I'm going to bare my hurt and heart to you for you to do what? Tell me you understand but you still don't want to be with me?"

"Am I not worth the risk?"

She knows that what she's saying may seem selfish but she just wants to know that she is. He hasn't given her very much reassurance about any of this situation at all. If the roles were reversed, she'd have never made him feel like this. Even if it was unintentional.

"That's not what I'm saying. You don't understand what you're asking me to do, Malia."

"I do."

"You don't." Namjoon states. "This woman mentally and emotionally manipulated me for years and I never wanted to think about this shit again. I never wanted to talk about it again. So no, I didn't tell you that she told me I was cute for the first time when I was 16. No, I didn't tell you that we used to make out in the back of her car when I was 17. And no, I did not tell you that she prepped me for fucking weeks leading up to my 18th birthday just so she could have sex with me."

Malia's features soften as she listens to him. She's still upset with him but that's not the first emotion at hand.

"She used to send me videos that she liked and tell me to watch them just so I'd know what she liked... so I knew what was fun for her." His eyes water as he talks.

He paces the floor as his head starts to hurt. He hates talking about this shit. But getting it out of his mind, getting it off of his chest, feels.. liberating.

"I'd never given a woman oral in my life. And she'd send me videos of it all the time. When we did have sex for the first time, she told me to do it and I told her no. That I wasn't comfortable with it." Namjoon stares at the floor. "And she got mad at me." He bites the inside of his cheek and wipes his tears as they fall.

Namjoon swallows thickly and scofffs to himself. He feels pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.

"She said that it wasn't fair that she gave me head and I didn't return the favor. But I would tell her over text that I didn't know if I'd be able to do that. She'd stop texting me. She wouldn't reply for days. And after the night I told her that I didn't want to give her oral, she blocked me for a week. She blocked me on everything but Instagram. So that I could see her stories but she wouldn't reply to my messages." He sniffles and looks at the wall instead of Malia.