SLIDE INTO MY DM'S -- N.JIN ✔️

Chapter 8

SEOKJIN:

My finger circles the rim of the glass which was placed on the table in front of me, half filled with water.

Sitting across me was Namjoon, who was tapping his fingers on the table, which, might I add, was sticky for some unknown reason. He looks around the place, and eventually meets my eyes. He gives me a closed lip smile, letting his adorable dimples show. I smile back, opening my mouth to make a joke when my phone rings.

I pick up the call.

"Hello?"

"J-jin hyung, Y-yoongi hyung and I can't-t come ton-ah-ight," he stutters, breathing heavily.

"Jiminie, are you okay?" I ask him, as I hear him release a small groan.

"Yeah, I-I'm fine, Yoo-aw-ngi hyung caught a cold," he stutters again. I hear someone else murmur something but I only manage to catch three words 'lying' and 'bad boy'.

My eyes widen in realisation as to why they couldn't come.

"U-um, it's okay. We can have another get together, later. Since you two are obviously so busy. Tell Yoongi to get well soon," I reply, my mouth widening into a smirk.

"I will, I re-really need to go, talk t-to you later!" He says, screaming out the last part.

I laugh out loud as the line disconnects immediately after he completes his sentence.

Such horny friends I have.

Namjoon looks up at me curiously,"What happened?"

"Well, Jimin and Yoongi are off the list, they are apparently too busy to come," I say, winking, and putting quotation marks in the air while emphasising on 'busy'.

He catches on what I'm trying to say, and chuckles.

A few minutes later, Namjoon's phone rings.

He answers it with a 'hello'. I try to concentrate on something else, so I don't intrude on his conversation. As curious as I was to know who called him - I'm an extremely nosy person - I try not to eavesdrop, but I fail miserably.

After a few 'okay's and 'yeah's, he laughs, after cutting the call.

I look at him expectantly, and when he just keeps smiling while looking around, I cough out loud.

He looks at me, and then makes a face as if realisation just hit him. "Oh! Yeah, Hoseok can't come, he said he has an interview to attend regarding his mixtape."

"Oh, but why didn't he call me?" I ask, frowning.

"He was afraid you'd shout at him," he snickers.

"I'd call him a pussy but he isn't exactly lying," I shrug, grinning. We continue to talk about various things, like the weather, and music.

"Do you know what happens when you pamper a cow?"

"Wha-"

"You get spoiled milk!" I exclaim, laughing my ass off.

Namjoon actually laughs, and tells me that it was a nice joke. "How do you come up with these?" He asks, still laughing.