Chapter 31: Namjoon

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//Y/N's POV//

I ran straight home not daring to look back. I burst through the front door and scampered upstairs and without hesitation I text RM.

Y/N:

RM. am I too late to join you?

RM:

It's never too late to join me.
Especially you, babe

Y/N:

I'm sorry that Hoseok made me think
Different of you. Can we meet tonight?

RM:

It's okay, he does that a lot.
should we meet at Wilsons milk bar🤔

Y/N:

Sure, I'll see you there 😁

RM:

Okay, see you soon 😉

I shut off my phone and planned an outfit.

I shut off my phone and planned an outfit

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As I got dressed I thought to myself. Why did I ever think he was more worse than Hoseok? He seemed so innocent, and those damn dimples. I love them. Why do I feel nervous? As if it's a date? I regretted choosing Hoseok over RM, but now I don't need to worry. I grabbed my phone and some money before heading out to the bar.

I was excited but nervous to meet him again, but I loved the Wilson's milk bar! It had the best shakes, but it was also the same place Hoseok took me before I knew my mother was dead. My heart sunk when I memory flashed through my mind.

*flashback*

"What?" He asked cocking his head. I point to his mouth,

"You have a little— umm..." I couldn't hold back my laughter. The whipped cream that sat on his nose was just to humorous to look at. Kookie noticed the situation and smirked.

"Where?" Hoseok asked licking his lips in case it was around his mouth.

"Hyung!" Kookie called catching his attention. He took the cup of cocoa and blew the whipped cream from the cup over onto Hoseok's face. I burst into hysterical laughter and playfully slapped Kookie's chest.

"Very funny..." Hoseok growled. I forced myself to stop laughing by covering my mouth. Hoseok wipes some of the cream off his face and wipes it on Kookie's cheek.

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