"Hello? "
"Hey jaz its Namjoon. "
"No shit. "
"You wanna come over? "
"I don't feel like it. "
"Please? "
I sigh I'm literally debating on I should go or not.
First of all why did he call me?
Why does he want me to come over?
Why should I?
Yet again I am asking my self questions that I don't know the answer to. I always end up doing it when it comes to him.
Him.
I fucking hate him. I don't understand why I am doing this dumb deal shit. I honestly don't.
Namjoon has some type of effect on my brain that makes me listen to him. I don't know what it is because I hate him.
I hate him with a passion.
Don't even ask why because I honestly have one billion in one reasons why.
But maybe I should go I don't have anyone to hang out with this weekend so why not?
"Yeah ill be over. " I say to him on the phone. Its quiet for a few seconds.
"Okay. " he said and hung up.
Not a bye? Not a thank you? Okay then.
I suck up the little bit of hurt I have and put on my clothes. I put on some dark blue jeans and a white shirt with some converse. I grabed my purse and packed my phone, charger, ear phones, lip balm and a jacket. Just in case. Then is start my walk to Namjoon house.
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Enemies With Privileges (Rapmon)
Fanfiction"So you two sleep together? " "We have sex. " he said. "Same thing." "Well yeah. " "But you hate eachother? " "Hell yeah. " we said at the same time. I hate him so much I'd kill him in a heartbeat.
