I sat down on the bench, hands aching. Namjoon had tried to teach me how to game sucessfully.
It didn't go too well.
"It's alright. It's like if you tried to teach me how to dance." He said, handing me a bottle of water. I accepted it, smiling faintly at the thought.
"Yeah, well at least Jungkook isn't he-"
"NICOLE!!"
Something hit me, hard and fast.
I fell right off the bench with a hard thud, whatever'd hit me lying on top of me.
"Nicole, Nicole!! You're here! Play with me!!" Taehyung smiled brightly down at me, ignoring the fact that, a) He was on top of my and my shirt had ridden up during the fall and b) We were in public.
Namjoon cleared his throat. "Tae, get off."
Was that jealousy in his voice?
"Oop. Sorry, Nicole." Taehyung got off and I tugged my shirt back down. "Sorry, Tae, but my hands are kinda sore. Maybe tomorrow though."
He pouted and whined, but left anyway.
"Tomorrow! I swear it!" He called.
Namjoon sighed and looked at me. "Wanna take a walk? I know a nice park nearby." He said.
"Sure." I answered, standing up.
I followed him out the door.
"So." He said.
"How's everything else been doing?"
I shrugged.
"My parents are still assholes." I muttered. He gave me a sympathetic look. "Well, if it makes you feel better, Jungkook tripped the other day and did a frontflip."
I snickered.
We ended up talking for about an hour.
I checked my watch. "Oh shit, it's already three." I said. "I gotta go."
"Oh." It seemed like he wanted me to stay, to keep talking with him.
"Sorry. See you tomorrow though!" I waved and started my walk home, unaware of Jimin and Hoseok giving Namjoon greasy winks.
I heard Namjoon yell.
"Yah! Nasty!!"
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Annoyed (BTS Namjoon)
FanfictionFamily? Don't joke about it. She hates them. Annoying, stupid, piles of- Okay, so maybe she needs a way out. And where else than a best friend? Namjoon meets her when in class, when she's talking to herself and angry. Wasn't the best scene. But th...
