Anon [K.NJ]

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Sujin excitedly dragged Namjoon into her friend Haruka's house, not bothering to knock she went straight into the living room. Namjoon's eyes widened, not noticeably though, when he saw a male and a female sitting on couches opposite each other, he hadn't expected Sujin to have a male friend that she would want him to meet.
"Namjoon, this is Haruka," Sujin pointed at the male, "and this is King," she pointed at the girl.
Haruka was short, as were all of them. He had black hair and wore black eyeliner and filled in his eyebrows, he was wearing a black Green Day shirt and his arms were littered with tattoos, he had a lip ring and small gauges as well.
King was the complete opposite of Haruka, light brown hair, a pleated skirt, knee high socks, an adorable shirt from one of those 'aesthetic' shops. She didn't have a single piercing or tattoo on her body and didn't wear much makeup. Sujin basically looked like the child of King and Haruka.
Sujin sat beside Haruka, patting the spot next to her for Namjoon.
"Don't leave me aloneeee," King complained, moving to sit on the other side of Haruka. (A/N It's a huge couch okay like mine which can typically seat a fucking aRMY BA DUM TISS)
The three chatted quite a bit and tried to include Namjoon in the conversation as much as possible.
"Wait? Is Namjoon that guy who was anon on tumblr then turned out to be wrapped monster or something like that?" King asked, making Sujin blush and Namjoon laugh.
"It's rap monster, but yeah, that would be me," he poked Sujin's side.
"Awww!" King and Haruka chorused.
"Hush," Sujin complained, hiding behind Namjoon.
The four decided to take a trip to the mall, stopping at Sujin's apartment beforehand so she could grab her money.
When they got there they wandered around various shops, eventually Sujin convinced them to stop at Victoria's Secret for a quick minute so she can get a new sports bra since her other one was practically shit, in her opinion.
She tried one on in the dressing room, then asked something that made Namjoon livid.
"Haru? Does this look right?" She called to her friend of many years, opening the dressing room slightly so he could slip in and confirm that it looked fine.
"Sorry," King whispered, patting Namjoon's shoulder, "don't get too jealous, they've known each other forever and have been really close friends for a decade."
"Easy enough for you to say," Namjoon scoffed. Haruka slipped back out of the dressing room, Sujij following a moment later.