Pied Piper | {K.NJ}

Chapter 7

You sat in your room, trying to put the puzzles together but it was not summing up to your liking. The pieces just wouldn't fit.

After Namjoon told you that his flute was not his, all the theories that you managed to come up with were proven wrong and you would need to reanalyse the entire situation again.

You thought of the moment with Namjoon a few minutes ago. You asked him to let you meet that person or at least tell you who that person is but he just told you to give him some time. You knew it was no use trying to force him to tell you so you just decided to put it aside for the time being.

He's way too secretive.

You took your bag out and realised the shopping bag on your bed that had been laying since you went up to your room. You got up and grabbed it.

You saw the yoghurt and face masks that he had added in. You sighed as you took those out. You couldn't help but smile as you thought of him.

"He must've felt guilty."

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Namjoon was on his way back home after sending you off. He was having a good mood since he got to see you. He just find you adorable and interesting to stay with. However, his good mood was kind of ruined when he saw a familiar lady waiting for him in the middle of the pathway.

"Kim Namjoon. How could you do this?"

'Not this again.' He thought to himself as he rolled his eyes before heading over to her with a fake smile.

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It was a torture for him. He had to stand there for almost an hour, listening to her cry and complain. He knew this was the aftermath of breaking one's heart but to go through this everyday was hell for him.

Sometimes it's just words, sometimes it gets physical like he gets slapped although he always managed to dodge it.

It's not that he enjoys what he's doing but it was his duty. He was fated to do it so he had no other choice.

Obviously he felt bad to see the effects of what he had done to them but he couldn't relate to their pain. He was just doing his job. He didn't care about feelings. He was taught that way.

He finally managed to leave after the girl balled her eyes out and decided that she was done.

"I'm home," he said but didn't receive a reply. He never received a reply but there would be a noise to welcome him back. However, there was none today.

He walked around the house and searched. He stood in the hallway and folded his arms, trying to figure out the situation, after scanning the entire house.

"That's strange."

He scratched his head and shrugged his shoulders. Instead of just wondering about, he decided to head to his room and wash up.

After he had completely finished doing whatever he had to, he sat in his room with the flute on his table. It was going to be night time soon which meant that he would have to perform his duty.

He wondered who his target would be tonight and the thought of playing the flute reminded him of you.

He wet his lips as he gave it a serious thought. He wasn't sure if he should do it but he knew it was the best way.

"Well, the earlier the better."

He grabbed the flute and got ready to start.

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