"Namjoon." Namjoon turned around to face an extremely happy Seokjin. "What." He asked, in which caused Seokjin to smirk. "Joonie," Namjoon froze, "you left me all alone." Seokjin pouted.
"Shut up." Namjoon said, blushing furiously. "Aw, Joonie. Are you blushing?" Seokjin cooed. Namjoon frowned and ignored him. "Namjoon, why aren't you talking to me?"
Soon, a group of boys had their attention on them. "Stop, Seokjin." Namjoon begged. Seokjin chuckled, "Am I bothering you, Namjoon?" "Seokjin, I said stop." Namjoon said again, which caught Seokjin's attention. "W-What's wrong?" He turned his head toward the group of boys, frowning afterward.
"Look at them."
"What a bunch of faggots."
"Disgusting."
Instead of being angry about them. He winked at them, surprising all of them. "They're just jealous." Namjoon rolled his eyes, "Since I'm giving all my attention to you and not them."
"I'm going to lunch."
"Let me come with!"
"No, Seokjin. I don't want to eat with you today."
"But, Namjoon..."
I shouldn't be mad at him
It wasn't his fault. So why am
I mad?
Is it because he was playing around and
it made me mad? Or was
it something else?
Why was I really mad?
Am I mad?
Is it even that? Maybe
today I don't want to be around him.
YOU ARE READING
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Short Storyin which a girl can't help but cry. edit: in which a boy can't help but cry. © sighasian 2016
