Annoyed (BTS Namjoon)

Arcade

"I told you," I snarled. "I don't wanna do a fucking play." My mother sighed and put her head in her hands. "Why are you lazy? Why won't you even do this?"

I slammed my book down and said, "When I do it, you call me immature. When I go, and don't make it because it's not what I'm fucking good at you say that I didn't try, which I did, but this isn't my fucking skill." I growled. My mom sighed again. "Whatever you say." She said. I flipped her off and left the house, taking my phone and a jacket.

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I was wandering the streets when I received a text. It was from an unknown number.

Unknown Number; 000-000-0000: Hey. It's Namjoon, and before you ask me how I got your number, let's just say you shouldn't leave your agenda out in the open. But are you on your way yet? I thought we were meeting.

I started at the text.

Oh, right, we were meeting at the library to hang out. I replied.

You: Oh, ok. Yeah, I'm coming. And thanks for the tip, I guess.

Then I started walking to the library.

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I looked around, looking for him. Where was he? Did he leave me here? Oh god.
Was he trying to make a fool of me?
Anxiety clipped harshly in my stomach and I walked to one of the corner tables by the window.

Why should he do this to me? I didn't know.

"Hey. Sorry, my bike got caught in a ditch. Uh, you ok there?"

I looked up and there was Namjoon, his pants covered in dirt and grass.
"Oh, yeah. But you're covered in..." I stopped, making a face.
"Yeah, sorry." He chuckled. "Why are you sorry? Here, let me just..." I crouched and brushed the grass and most of the dirt off.
"Oh. Thanks. So, uh... My friend suggested we read books together but, uh, that sounds a bit boring, if I might say." He shrugged.
"Ok. What do you wanna do?" I asked. He flipped out a card and I read the words.

"Bangtan Arcade."

"Yup." He said. "My friends and I are known as the Bangtan Crew. We've mastered ever game in there." He said proudly. "I've gathered all of them already if you wanna go." He suggested. I nodded. "Sure. And, uh, for you convince, you can store your bike in my trunk."

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The arcade was huge. A million games, and only two that I knew. "You guys mastered all of these?" I asked, mouth dropping open. He nodded, walking right into the gate without paying. "It was more of something I had to do. We were poor, broke kids and the guy said that if we could master all of these in one month we'd never have to pay again. So yeah."

Namjoon walked to the back and I was met by a group of boys around his age, all watching someone play a glittering game.
"Go! Go! Go!" They chanted.
"C'mon, Jungkook, you got this, ten more points!" One shouted.
Namjoon smirked at them. "That's the newest game. I've mastered it. Nobody can beat me." He said proudly.
"Only because your hands are huge!" Jungkook, the boy playing, complained, eyes squinted in concentration.

"Haha, well, you'll grow, little Jungkookie. Oh, guys, this is Nicole." He said, suddenly pushing me forward.

One boy with bright orange hair stared me up and down and snickered. "I'm Jimin." He said.
"I'm Taehyung. My gamer name is V because the gameboard only takes so many letters."
"I'm Yoongi. Suga, as my gamer name."
"I'm Seokjin! Gamer name is Jin."
"Hi. I'm Hoseok! Gamer name is J-Hope."
"
Everyone turned to stare at Jungkook, who was now just one point, or cherry in this game, away from beating Namjoon.
"Jungkook, introduce yourself!" Seokjin snapped. His character fell off the edge.

"Aww, hyung, really?!" He cried.
"Fine. I'm Jeon Jungkook, no gamer name like Jimin." He crossed his arms looked me up and down before turning back to the game.

"Jungkook!" Jin screeched, unplugging the game. "Be nice!!" He cried. Jungkook turned and smiled a fake, brief smile at me.
Namjoon put a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry, him and Yoongi are like that. They wanna seem cool. They'll warm up to you."

Then he went to go play a game.