FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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⚠️running red lights

++MALIA++

I want to go home.

I shouldn't have even come here. Knowing that I'd be going through what I'm going through, I shouldn't have even came.

But that would've just drawn suspicion and I didn't want that. Not that it matters. Everyone knows now anyway. All of our family knows what I did. They're all aware.

Even Taehyung. How does he even know? What if I didn't want him in my business? I didn't want any of them in my business?

It feels embarrassing. All of this feels so embarrassing. I'm a dancer. I've got a Nike sponsorship that I would have lost and for what? Because I got knocked up by a D-1 basketball player?

"Malia?"

I whip my head to the left and stiffen up.

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" Namjoon counters. "Nobody's seen you all day." He walks over and I look back out of the window.

Everyone had dinner together tonight and I opted not to go. Nor did I attend lunch with them. Or breakfast. I don't think that I needed to. I didn't really feel like being in uncomfortable air either.

"I was busy."

"With what?" He asks. "Sitting in your room all day? You shouldn't completely isolate yourself like this. Your phone is dead." He picks it up and presses the side button twice. The screen doesn't wake.

"Nobody could get in contact with you." He tosses it back onto the bed. "Everybody's worried but nobody wants to set you off again. Your mother's been crying on and off all day. Your father hasn't opened his mouth to say anything and Taehyung keeps asking Seokjin to book him a flight home."

Silence.

I say nothing. What is there to say? What could I? I shouldn't have even come. I could have stayed home. I could have stayed on campus and did this. I could have just sent Joon home with my car and stayed in my apartment.

I didn't have to go through with any of this, actually. I didn't have to do a single thing.

Namjoon was right. We could have made it work. It doesn't have to be like this. I've got five months of school left. I wasn't showing much at all. I could have hidden it. Nobody would have had to know.

"I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, you shouldn't have." Namjoon agrees.

We're on the same page then.

"I do think that you should talk to someone about what's going on. But attacking people for trying to help isn't okay, Malia."

"What?"

"You didn't have to say that to Taehyung. That was mean and you owe him an apology." Namjoon scolds. "Your father, too. He didn't do anything wrong."

"Neither did I. Why am I being punished like I did?"

"You spoke about the Kim accident like it was light hearted. Like you weren't blowing Taehyung's trauma back in his face. That wasn't cool."

"Why are you cursing at me?" I glare. "Everyone there was looking at me like I did something to them. Everyone there was already judging me before I even sat down at that table to eat. You could see it all in their eyes! And I'm wrong?"

"Yes!" Namjoon raises his voice. "They weren't looking at you because they were judging you. They were concerned. They're still concerned! You don't think they're just as sad as we are?"