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Chapter 33

Jin's  POV 

I knew that Namjoon must eat a lot to keep that size but I didn't realise he inhaled his food.

I barely get two Oreos in the time it takes him to devour the rest of the pack.

I laugh at the black dots that now cover his teeth.

"There was really no point in you brushing your teeth before this." I chuckle pointing at his teeth that now closely resemble a pack a dominos.

"Like you can talk." He smirks back and I go to the mirror in the bathroom and see a matching set of Dalmatian pattern nashers.

I swill my mouth out with some mouthwash and go back. My eye is drawn again to the sketch pad on the desk.

"What do you like to draw?" I ask as I approach. Namjoon gets up quickly and snatches the book from the desk and throws it haphazardly into the bottom drawer.

"Nothing."

As he walks back to the bed I notice the wall behind him. It has an almost perfect circular dent in the dry wall that is coated in blood.

"Is this where you hurt yourself? Did you fall?" I ask as my fingers trace over the rippling cracks that shoot out of the circle.

"No. It was just better than putting my fist through it." He responds. His demeanour changes from soft and playful to cold and harsh in an instant.

I stand and turn to the window behind his desk. He has a perfect view of the driveway. This is where he saw us.

I realise what happened. He did it to himself. He saw me kiss Yoongi and he smashed his own head into a fucking wall. Shit.

I turn back to Namjoon who's now perched on the end of his bed.

"I'm so sorry Namjoon. Please don't do that again. I'm absolutely not someone that's worth hurting yourself over. In fact nobody is worth hurting yourself over. Ever. Promise me you won't ever ever do something like that again. Please, it kills me that I caused this."

Namjoon doesn't even bother to look at me as he answers.

"Can't do that. No promises."

Rage bubbles within me. All the emotions of the last few days finally make their way to the surface and I snap.

"THIS YOU CAN'T PROMISE?! You can promise that to your mother but can't promise this to me? Are you fucking kidding me?! What? Do I need to get Aera in here so you can promise her instead? Apparently when it comes to what she wants you have no fucking problems making decisions, you just answer straight away! Yes mum! No mum! Three bags full mum!"

My body is shaking I'm so angry. How dare he? This isn't even about the wall anymore. This is about him making decisions that affect the both of us without even considering my feelings on the situation.

Namjoon just sits there. He doesn't move, he doesn't make a sound. He just sits there.

I'm done with looking after someone who can't even give me the decency to answer me.

I storm into my room and slam the door closed. Pulling the bench that sits against the wall in front of it so he can't sneak in.

I know I'm acting ridiculously but I can't help it. It's my right to be hysterical when he is acting like this much of a dick. I just wanted him to make me a promise like he did her. Allow me to feel like my opinion mattered to him but no.

I trip over Yoongi's shirt that is still on the floor. I pick it up and throw it in my bag ready for tomorrow. I don't even want to look at it.

It's that pricks fault I'm in this situation. Who does he think he is kissing me like that? I'm done with the both of them.

I make the decision to ditch tomorrow and spend the day with Hobi.

I curl up on my bed but refuse to cry. I'm not going to shed another tear over that boy. I refuse.

I let my body relax into the pillows and the weight of my emotions pull me into a dreamless sleep.

Guess who's back after suddenly disappearing for months 🙂