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Again

//Let's Dance To Joy Division: The Wombats//

I roll around on my bed, listening to NamJoon typing on his laptop. I want to go out, but Joonie wants to stay here and write his paper. Who even does that? I pick up my camera, snapping a picture of him.

"Yah, would you stop that?" He whines, throwing a pillow at me.

"I wouldn't have to use you if I had a model." I reply sadly. NamJoon glares at me, fixing the round glasses perched on his nose.

"I tried getting you a model, but you're such a pu-."

"Ewwy!" I screech, covering my ears.

"You're such a pussy!" NamJoon yells louder. He laughs, continuing to type away. I sigh, throwing my legs up against the wall. There's literally nothing do to until my first class at 1:00. I grab a pillow from my bed, propping it below my back. I accidentally release a moan at the feeling of my back stretching for the first time in a while. "Oh God, never make that noise again Jung HoSeok."

"What noise?" I ask innocently. "This one?" I moan again.

"Ew, stop." I smile to myself, letting out a loud and breathy moan.

"Oh God, you feel so good NamJoon!"

"Stop it!" He throws a pencil at me.

"Please, daddy!"

"Stop it! These dorm walls are thin!" He sets down his laptop, coming over to smack me.

"Oh, yes. Harder!" I start laughing. NamJoon smashes my face a few times with a pillow. I push against his chest, both of us laughing and running out of air. Eventually, he slides off of my bed, laying on the ground. He looks up at me, his smile softening just slightly. "What?" I ask, confused as to why he's looking at me like that.

"I'm just happy that you're happy again." He answers, moving his eyes to the ceiling. My heart stops beating for a moment. I sit up, a frown forming on my face.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, wrapping an arm around myself. He sits up, too. I watch him fix his hair slightly.

"You weren't," he stops talking, swallowing, "you weren't you for a while. I'm just glad that you're back." My mouth drops. What is he even talking about? My personality and who I am haven't changed. I've been true to me my whole entire life. "Hoseok, you know what I mean."

"No, NamJoon, I don't know what you mean." He gives me the most disbelieving look.

"Okay." He drops it, sitting up. "Do you want coffee? I want coffee." He starts to get up. I bet he doesn't even want coffee, he's just changing the subject. That's fine with me, he can change it if he wants to. I'm not feeling up to whatever conversation that was leading to anyway. I nod, following him.

The walk to the coffee shop is super short. The dorms are only a block away so it takes almost no time to get there. Joonie moves to open the door for me, but before he gets to, it's already flying open. It hits his hand, and he curses. A dark haired boy bursts through, rushing in the opposite direction. I move the door away from NamJoon.

"I guess he was in a hurry?" I ask, looking after the guy. NamJoon holds his wrist, rubbing at it with a pout on his face.

"Jesus, people are so rude." NamJoon shakes his head, grabbing the door from me again and letting me go in first. A boy behind the counter is having a cow. Apparently he can't believe how retarded some people are. NamJoon scoffs. We have to wait at the counter as the boy wipes off a spilled drink from his shirt. A pretty girl with long hair steps around him, smiling brightly at us. Her name tag reads Yuna. I smile, she looks like a Yuna. It's pretty.

"I'm sorry for the wait. What can I get for you?" NamJoon steps forward, and I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes. Of course he wants to hit on her.

"I'll take a regular coffee." He turns to me. "What do you want?"

"You know what I like."

"And he'll take a caramel frappe." The girl nods, making our drinks quickly. She smiles as she hands them to NamJoon.

"You guys are really cute together." She says. NamJoon's face drops, and I laugh.

"What?" He blinks at me. "We're not... I'm not gay."

"Are you sure?" She asks, cocking an eyebrow at us before turning around. I snort, covering my face as NamJoon turns a bright red. He spins around, taking a seat in the far corner of the room.

"Hey, boyfriend, maybe later we should go on a date since we're so cute together." I tease him. He kicks me under the table.

"Shut up, Hoe." He snaps, drinking his coffee without looking at me. A pain shoots through my chest. I didn't mean to make him mad at me. I didn't even do anything. I don't think I did anything. I look down at the table, not wanting to see his face if he really is angry at me. I hear him sigh.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset." I start, already beginning to tap my foot. NamJoon shakes his head.

"You're okay, Hoseok. It's just the second time this week a girl has said I'm gay." He puts his head on the table. "I'm losing my skill."

"Maybe you should take a break?" I shrug, taking a sip.

"What does that mean?"

"It means if you keep trying to get girls at this rate you're going to break your dick off." I roll my eyes, pulling my phone out. NamJoon gasps.

"Bitch, you get laid just as often as I do." NamJoon says. I ignore him, tapping on my camera. I slide the dial, turning it to video. I film NamJoon drinking his coffee. I smile to myself as he looks up. He raises a single eyebrow at me.

"Wanna go to Walmart?"