My Tease

Sneak Attack

Jin pov

"Thanks, I really appreciate it." I say to Hoseok as he hands me my car keys.

"It was no problem. I needed to exercise to keep my dancers body." He points at himself and wiggles his eyebrows. "You could have told me yesterday and I would have got it for you then." I smile at him.

"You're seriously breaking my friendship bias list right now." I joke and he shoves my arm playfully.

"And who's number one?" He fakes being hurt while putting his hand on his chest.

"Sung Kyung, but you just earned a few points." Hoseok's eyes shine like stars and he steps closer to me and presses his side to my arm playfully.

"It's always been my dream to be your number one friend. Wow, I can't believe I wrecked your list." He throws a fist into the air, "Sung Kyung, you better watch out!"

I chuckle and rub my forehead since I still have a slight headache. My throat feels a little hoarse, but it's manageable. At least I got over the throw up phase...I hope. "I have to go though. "

"Didn't you already finish your classes for the day?" I nod my head.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I want to spend the rest of the day outside in the cold." Hoseok pouts, but doesn't protest.

"Health first." He pats my back. "I'll see you around. I have to pick Momo up from her class anyways." He walks off and I take that as my cue to leave as well. I fold my arms closer to my body to protect myself from the cold. My nose is running, so I sniffle and pray nothing is dripping. My thoughts travel back to Namjoon and how he nursed me back to health yesterday. I find myself laughing at how clumsy he has to be in order to make my medicine go flying under my bed. I bite down on my lip as his cheesy smile he gave me resurfaces.

I pull my scarf up to cover my lips and scarlet cheeks while I turn the corner to my dorm.

Stop!

I erase the image and shift to what he said. I wonder what doomed relationship he was in...

I walk up the path to my door, but raise an eyebrow at the two people standing by the front door. The lady seems familiar. She's at least a head and a half shorter than me and her hair is cut into a short bob. She's standing next to a man that has honey brown hair, but it's styled the same way Namjoon does his....

Wait.

I inch a little closer and it all seems to click when the lady turns more towards me right in the middle of a sentence. "Seokjin! My baby!" She runs to me and hugs me tightly.

"Mother what are you doing here?" I grimace when her arms tighten around me. She's like a feisty cobra that has me in a death grasp. "I need air to breathe."

"Oh, sorry." She backs away but looks at me with concern as she places her hand on my forehead. "Hobie, told me you were sick. You never tell me anything anymore! I drove down here to check on you, but I couldn't get inside." She points to the man that turned out to actually be Namjoon. He dyed his hair so it's no longer blonde. "Luckily, I ran into one of your friends. He was waiting for you too. I thought I could get in because you know they let everyone inside anyways right? But, no one was coming!"

I vaguely listen to her go on and on about how cold it is, but I'm mostly curious about why Namjoon is here. He seems to get the hint and steps forward. "I just wanted to see if you were doing okay."

"I'm a lot better." I glance at my mom who's gone silent. "Thanks for yesterday."

"Go put your stuff inside. I'm taking you both out to eat." My mom cuts in and I object.

"No, that's fine mom. You don't have to do that. Namjoon was leaving anyways." I hint in my eyes that I want Namjoon to excuse himself but he seems to have a different plan as he takes my mom up on her offer and has the nerve to wink at me.

"Hurry, sweetie!" She pushes me towards my door and I let myself in. I make sure to take my time and go up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. Then, I purposely use the bathroom in my dorm just to stall a little longer. My mom being here is dangerous; especially with Namjoon here. I wish she had called me so I could have met her off campus.

Let's get this over with.

                              ***

I sip out of my already empty cup listening to my mother cackling on the other side of the table as Namjoon recounts how I ran across campus because he did something to upset me. I'm glad he decided to tell a modified version probably worried he would ruin his first impression. "Sweetie, why did you run away? You have to face these problems like a man." My jaw ticks at this. Those are the same words she repeated to me on a constant basis four years ago. She directs her attention to Namjoon who is sitting next to me. "He's always had a problem with confronting people. I always told him that problems don't fix themselves."

"Mom-"

"I'm just glad he finally found someone like you. What was this a little lovers quarrel you two had?" My eyes bulge out of their sockets and I choke on my own spit. "I wonder why Jin didn't tell me he had a boyfriend! It's about time if you ask me."

"Mom!" I scream and successfully silence the whole restaurant.

"Wait...what?" Namjoon faces me, but I keep my eyes pinned on my mother as heat blazes behind my eyes.

"You promised." I speak and see the gears working in her head. When a look of pure horror crosses her features I narrow my eyes.

"It's been four years. I thought-"

"I need to use the restroom." I excuse myself from the table, ignoring the onlookers. I block everything out as I attempt to clear my head. It's as if I flat lined and everything went silent. My steps seem heavy and my breathing slow as I enter the bathroom. I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm grateful that no one else is in here. I barely process anything as I walk straight across the floor and rest my head against the wall.

Tears slip from my eyes and hit the floor. My whole body shakes while I clasp both my hands together and press them against my lips. "Jin, I told your mom I would check on you."

"Go away Namjoon." I choke out.

"No." I whirl around so fast as my anger spikes.

"No? Namjoon, stop meddling in my business. You're so God damn nosy!" I scream, but he seems unfazed.

"Not this time. I knew something was off." He points towards the door that I now notice is locked. "Your own mother thinks we're dating. How is that not suspicious? Jin, what the hell is going on?"

I back away from him and cover my eyes with the palms of my hand. "Namjoon..." I feel myself breaking on the inside. I can't fix this. I drop my shaking arms to my side and bite down on my lip. "You try going through what I went through and see if you don't..." I get choked up as the memories and pain ram into me full force. "I wished I was straight so many times-"

"So are you saying?" I hold my forehead and close my eyes.

"I give up." I mumble. "I give up." I say louder while opening my eyes. His face twist with confusion. "You want to know my fucked up life?"

"Jin-"

"I said...I give up."

A/N

I smell a flashback coming. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter and continue to read. Also, I just thought about a possible Vminkook fanfic, but is that too dirty? I don't know if my Burritos could handle something like that. Let me know what you think. next time, deuces my lovely, Burritos!