Oh Ha-Seon attends school everyday and never skips class, always taking notes and paying attention to the teacher's lecture. With the job of Class President and being in many different clubs, Oh Ha-Seon is labelled the model student of the school. M...
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Namjoon bounced his knee nervously and chewed his gum loudly as I sharpened the collection of pocket knives. Jin and Hobi had fallen asleep on the bed together, but somehow had started to cuddle in their sleep. (To which I took a picture of to blackmail them later.)
Taehyung and Jungkook were on the sofa watching some horror movie but decided to fight each other over something stupid instead.
Namjoon paused, putting down the bloody knife and and cleaning rag. I stared at him.
"Are you sure you gave me the right number?" he asked for the fourth time. I rolled my eyes went back to polishing the holographic knife.
"She wrote it on the paper herself, dude," I scoffed.
"I wouldn't be surprised she gave him a fake," Jimin shrugged, knowing what he said would make Namjoon more nervous. Great.
"Shut up," was all he said before he went back to pacing back and forth with his phone in his hand.
"It's midnight," I sighed, "I don't think a person like her would up at this time anyways."
Namjoon stopped and stared at me, his face relaxing but tensing again.
"Then why did you just now give me her number!"
I shrugged, "I forgot."
It was quiet and all that I could actually hear was Jungkook yelling at Taehyung about the pros of being invisible. Most of time, I couldn't understand the two at all. They were in their own world.
"Looks like poor Joonie got his hopes up-" Jimin began to tease until his phone vibrated and a notification flash went off. Jimin's eyes went wide and I froze, holding the holographic knife between my thumb.
Namjoon opened his messages and instantly a smile with dimples appeared on his face. I sighed, somewhat disappointed but caught myself.
He sat down on the bed and excitedly rolled on Jin and Hobi, not caring whether they woke or not.
God. I never saw him his giddy before.
"What happened?" Jin asked, his voice confused and eyes half open. Hobi stirred besides him and hugged him closer. I snorted and pulled out my phone to take another picture.
"Namjoon's girl is finally texting him," I answered and set my phone on the desk next to the knives.
As if on cue, he let out a yelp that attracted the attention of the youngest ones on the couch. Great.
"What, what?" Taehyung jumped up and ignored Jungkook calling after him to sit back down.
"I asked her why she wanted to give me her number," Namjoon answered in a shaky voice. Jungkook joined Taehyung who was now sitting on the bed with Namjoon.
