FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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++MALIA++

"You don't have to go if you don't want to, Lia. I can stay at the house with you." Janae insists as she watches me look for something to wear.

I told her that I had to drop Namjoon off so I might as well go to the party. I don't have anything else to do that will really keep my attention.

"I don't want to stay in the house."

Why would I? All I'll do is cry and mull over that man.

"I want to get out and go do something." I push the stuff around in my closet.

I grab a creme colored long sleeved shirt and a pair of light blue jeans. I want to wear sweats but I also want to look good. Not saying that I don't look good in sweats but I don't want to wear anything to match them right now.

"We can go to the karaoke bar." Janae suggests. "It's still out, it still gives you party vibes without actually being at the party."

I've never been to a karaoke bar before. For one, I can't fucking sing. I know what my talents are and that is not one of them. And two,

"Am I even old enough to get in there? Last time, I couldn't."

Janae blinks at me. "Girls it's been like three years.... You're 20, Lia."

"...oh yeah."

I forgot about that. Obviously time has been going by and I know I'm 20 but damn. Time moves quick when you think about it. While you're going through it, it drags. Then all of a sudden, it's gone.

"Let's go there then. I want to see what it's like. There's games and stuff, right?"

"Yeah. Dinner on you after I whoop yo ass in Dance Dance Revolution." She smacks my butt before cackling and walking out of the room.

"Aht. Don't drag it bitch." I call.

"We'll see. Imma go call my man and tell him where we going."

"Alright." I take my towel off and start drying off.

When I'm finished applying the lotion to my body, I put my underclothes on and my hands run over the stretch marks on my butt.

I can't believe that lady tried to tell me to watch my figure. My ass is just fat. The fuck am I supposed to do about that?

I know that I've gained weight. But it's not even like there's anything to improve if I wanted to. I eat healthy with a variety of foods. Dance is my workout. And if she really wants to be in my business, Namjoon be working me the fuck out too, so now what?

Stupid.

I roll my eyes and grab my clothes. I put them and grab my sneakers and purse, checking it to make sure that I've got everything.

As I'm jogging down the stairs, it's then that I remember that I don't have my I.D.

"Oh fuuucckkk." I groan.

"What's wrong?" Janae turns and looks at me.

"I don't have my I.D. I left it in Yoongi's car. He called me yesterday about it but I didn't think I was gonna need it."

"Damn. He live out of state or he close?"

"Nah, he lives in the state. He's just outside of the city. Let me call him real quick."

Janae opens her mouth but closes it when I take my phone out. She leans with her hip against the kitchen counter.

As the phone rings, I go into the fridge and pull out a bottle of fruit punch juice..