Y/N is in the deep and she can't take it anymore....she can't take her past mistakes, she's ashamed of who she is and what she stands for and that's why she hides behind the mischievous cheeky facade she pulls all the time. But what happens when her...
Namjoon was a difficult person, no doubt about it.
But I had dealt with him many times before that and I had already learned his tactics, the only thing is.... It's been years since those times and there might be a few changes in his persona and I'm afraid that I may not be able to talk to him as openly as before but I have to take this head on...
I'm really tired cause I just had finished comforting Kookie and it took him a hour or two to fall asleep so I was kinda exhausted, but I can't wait any longer, it was long over due already.
I walked down the the dim hall toward Namjoon's private room, 'Just stay cool Y/N, you got this!' but as soon as I saw his door, I started to internally freak, 'AH! I don't know what to say!- what would I say?!- GAH! I can't do th-!' my tarin of thought was cut off by the door opening and Namjoon staring at me inquiringly.
"Y/N?, what are you doing here?" he asked but I noticed a shift in his voice, it went from soft to firm in matter of seconds but I manged to detect it his voice. "I-I need to s-speak with y-you" I cursed myself for stuttering.
'I'm such a idiot!'
Namjoon raised a eyebrow but nonetheless stepped aside and opened the door wider "Come in then." he said, when I stepped into his den, I felt intimidated by his presence suddenly and couldn't help but feel the overwhelming temptation to get out of there but it was too late to run now.
Namjoon had closed the door and stalked back to his desk chair and sitting down quietly, while lowering down in his seat his dark eyes were staring intently at me "Well?"
