Learning A New Language - RM

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You've been learning Korean with your boyfriend Namjoon and you're up to the point where you can understand it but people need to speak slowly for you to understand everything. Every time you ask Namjoon to speak to you in Korean, he speaks quickly and you've told him that he needed to slow down but he always gets to frustrated and tells you to just speak to him in English.

"I'm never going to learn with you acting like this." You argue.

"Whatever, I gotta go." He says walking out of your apartment. You grab your phone and call one of your friends that you know will help you learn.

"Seokjin oppa! Can you please help me with something?" You beg him even though you knew he would help no matter what.

"What did Namjoon do this time?" He's always the one you turn to when you talk about your problems because he's the only one you feel comfortable talking to and he had told you multiple times that he'd be there whenever you needed him.

"He's so impatient with me. I want to be fluent in Korean but he's not giving me a chance. He speaks so fast and I just want him to slow down a bit but apparently that's too much to ask for." You explain with disappointment in your voice.

"Well, I have time to help you now. I'll call you on Skype."

"Okay, thank you so much Jin." You hang up and turn on your laptop.

You take advantage of all the free time Jin was willing to give you to learn the language and you couldn't thank him enough times to express how truly thankful you were. You begin hanging out with Jin whenever he was available, even if that time was time you were supposed to spend with Namjoon.

"Where do you always go? You know I don't have much free time, so why do you always leave?" Your boyfriend asks with curiosity in his tone. He had to call you because you rejected his dinner plans with you.

"Just with a friend." You answer.

"Can't you hang out with your friend another time? Like when I'm busy?"

"I can't because he's busy too." You reply quickly as you're focusing on crossing the street.

"He?! What?! You never told me you have a guy friend!"

"What are you talking about? I have to call you later, I'm going to miss this train if I don't run." You immediately hang up and walk briskly to the train.

As soon as you get on, you call Namjoon back. After a few rings, you're sent to voicemail. You call again and you get sent straight to voicemail. You sigh knowing he's upset. You look up at the map and think about where you're going.

You end up calling Jin and telling him you weren't going to hang with him because you had to talk to Namjoon. Jin said he was already at the café they were going to meet at but being the very understanding man he is, he said it was alright.

You get to Namjoon's place and knock on the door. You stand on the side of the door so he wouldn't be able to see you through the peephole because you know he wouldn't want to see you. He opens the door and you walk in before he realizes it's you.

"What do you want?" He says, walking away from you.

"I just wanna talk to you. Don't be like this."

"How do you want me to be? I'm here thinking you're cheating on me while you're so careless."

"That's not true and you know it. I would never cheat on you and I called you back as soon as I got on the train. The friend I was going to see is Jin. You know how close we are and you especially know neither of us would do that to you! He's been helping me with my Korean."

"Why do you need his help when I'm right here?"

"Did you forget that night you left because I asked you to slow down? You're not as patient as Jin is and the only reason I want to learn Korean is for you. I want to be able to speak to your parents so I can get closer to them."

"You do?" He looks down and rubs the back of his neck. You can tell he's feeling guilty and regretful.

"Of course. I love you and as much as I hate it, I'd do anything for you."

"I'm really sorry, jagiya." He frowns. You give him a hug.

"I forgive you this time but you need to trust me more."

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