joon's brat | minjoon

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"hey, hyung! hyung!" namjoon sighs as his fingers tap on the clenched strap of his bag, footsteps behind him corrected it's pace once taehyung appeared beside him, a wide grin plastered on his face and they stopped their stride. "hyung, did you talk to jimin? he's so cool!" oh, he did talk to him alright. "a brat. not much of a surprise, you've saw him." 

it had been two days ever since their first encounter, and he felt blessed to acknowledge that their paths wouldn't met eachother. albeit, it was the weekends, but it had given namjoon enough time what to do with him. "he's so pretty and i've got a chance to see him up-close!" taehyung squeals as they continue their walk, jungkook, who was keeping his broad shoulders attached to the lockers immediately saunter to the elders when he saw them, avoiding namjoon as he plastered his arms all around his boyfriend's body.

namjoon know why he was like this, it had been going on for awhile now, and honestly, namjoon doesn't give a shit and is unwilling to fix his "mistake" even if the aftermath results in him getting loathed by one of his bestest friend. when he had let the red-haired boy slip through his fingers as he contemplates his situation and the half-boner protruding in his pants was itching him, jungkook came home a few hours later just to grunt, yell, and punch a pillow because surely - he wasn't going to hit or even yell at namjoon. he was his best friend, ever since high school. 

so when jungkook doesn't have other options, he choose to ignore him immaturely instead. namjoon had said sorry, he thinks, but he wasn't going to meet the red-haired boy and kick his ass like he wanted him to be. he sounds like a pussy, he realize, but that brat was dangerous in so many levels that he seems can't encounter once again.

"we'll see you soon, hyung," taehyung smiles as he waves when they both stopped on namjoon's first period's class, and he nods, unexpressive as he enters the door. when his foot steps on the woody flooring, he felt eyes locked on his entire figure before brushing it off, walking to a discreet area of the seatings and throw himself towards the desk, bag flying to his desk. 

he closed his eyes, tapping the desk with his fingers as he sighs calmly, avoiding the noises in the occupied chair before a particular voice shooks his eyes open - "ah, it's namjoonie-hyung."

shitty update, sorry about that. | the title is changed, hehe.