dirty talk ♢ kim namjoon [Completed]

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Aya is online.

Namu is online.

Namu: Hey baby girl.

Aya set to busy.

Namu: Did I do something?

Aya: No?

Namu: You usually greet me, babe.

Aya: Ah, sorry off my game. Exams are coming up.

Namu: So no fun tonight?

Aya: You paying for my schooling?

Namu: Sorry I'll leave you, baby girl, have a good night, and good luck on exams.

I couldn't believe I was jealous of myself, he had become attached to this persona. I leaned my face into palms, letting out a long sigh. I pulled my hair out of my face, rolling my chair across the room to stop in front of my mirror.

"You're in love with a fake, you doofus..."

I stood up from my chair and flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. Pathetic, that is how I felt about myself at the moment and nothing could shake the feeling that this was wrong to deceive him. I unlocked my phone and smiled at the photo of us on the screen, our last combined birthday. We often combined it because we were born a few days apart, we had beer bottles and he was smiling with his dimples while I drinking from my bottle.