FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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Washing my hair is such a struggle. What's even more of a struggle is detangling and blow drying it. It takes so much of my time. My arms hurt. My shoulders hurt. Even my back hurts.

And here comes Tarrant's little behind laying in my lap, watching me finish blow drying my hair.

"Tarrant, it's hot. Can you go lay in the bed? You burning me up over here and I got the blow dryer on."

He meows and looks up at me but doesn't move.

"Please?"

Doesn't budge.

I sigh and finish blow drying my hair. When I'm finished, I cut it off and put it back in the bathroom. I have to carry Tarrant with me because he refuses to get off.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I scratch my head. My hair looks different. I don't know what it is but my curls don't look the same. This is the first time I've actually paid attention to it but still. Something's different.

My phone dings in the other room and I go in to look at it. Namjoon texted me.

I knew that he'd be here soon. He texted me earlier before the game about coming to talk. I don't know why he couldn't talk to me before the game but maybe it's something that would have put him, or both of us, in a bad headspace. We need to be at our best for games and he knows that.

Especially with him having an active sponsor and me being a Nike athlete, it's necessary.

Being on a court dancing after weeks of not doing it was interesting. For one, I felt sick the whole time. Every spin was a risk. I couldn't wait until it was over. I threw up in the bathrooms immediately after.

Two, it was really fun and it was surprising to see how many people actually supported me coming back. I didn't expect it to be like that.

I didn't expect so many people to be clapping and cheering for us. It was crazy.

Being that it was my first game back, I gave the performance my all. I mean, I always do but tonight was different. I sweat a gross amount and felt hot and sticky after. My head was itchy and even the roots of my hair was damp from sweat. It was so gross.

The second I got to my apartment, I got in the shower. Barely said anything to Tarrant but I needed to clean my body. I was washing my hair before I could even think about how long that it was going to take.

Luckily, Namjoon took longer than he normally would to shower and get dressed so I had more than enough time.

I walk to open the door and my eyes widen at the sight of him. It's snowing outside and he's lightly covered in snow. He looks like he's freezing.

"Did you-. Why did you walk here?" I ask, pulling him into the apartment. "I thought somebody was going to drop you off. Why isn't your car fixed yet? How long is that going to take? If you knew nobody was going to drop you off, why didn't you tell me to come get you?"

He takes his shoes and coat off. I hang his coat on the back of the door and he holds a bag in his hand as he goes to stand in front of the heater.

"And you went to the store, too? It's freezing outside." I take the bag from him and turned the heater up.

He crosses his arms over his chest and rubs them. "You said you needed tea. You don't feel good."

He licks his slightly chapped lips as he gets chills.

"You didn't have to walk in the cold, Namjoon. That's crazy. It could've waited. I didn't even know that it was snowing. I'd have just come to get you."