Fall For Me | Namjoon [√]

27: annoying brother strikes

The day had come to an end. I was returning back home with a smile on my face, a really stupid expression on, grinning too hard even though my cheeks hurt.

The thought that I could spend more time with him again tomorrow as I didn't have any lecture scheduled was not helping too.

I pulled out my phone from my pocket. Now I had Namjoon's contact number saved, and just that had me squealing internally like a stupid freak. However, opening my phone I was surprised seeing a text from Jungkook, but it seemed quiet unusual, coming from him.

It only said "I'm sorry."

If this was some kind of prank I swear I could kick him where he'd see stars circling around his head for at least three days, thinking that I flung the door open leading to my house and strode inside.

"Soomi." Jimin's voice made me stop. Turning my head towards the side, I saw him sitting on the couch with Jungkook by his side. "You're here." He got up.

There was something unusual going on here. At first look, everything seemed alright but judging closely I could see the air thick with a foreboding solemnity, and a sense of fragility, as if the invisible walls in the room would crack and burst open any time. And oh their expressions, their god damn expressions, crestfallen, and somber.

Jungkook was sweating and it wasn't because of the balmy weather. I'd seen him looking severely intimidated before but this was something else. On the other hand, Jimin face was hard, his jaw clenching, his demeanor reminded me of the time Jungkook and I had stolen his new pair of underwear and set it on fire as a prank.

But what did I do this time?

"What?" I asked under Jimin's intense glare. This was starting to scare me.

"I'll get straight to the point." He inhaled, his nostrils flaring in anger. "Are you dating your professor?"

"Hyung," Jungkook whispered from the side, his voice trembling. Jimin shot him a glare and Jungkook had to avert his gaze.

"What are you talking about?" I gave a quick response, my eyes travelling from Jungkook's face to Jimin's. Suddenly I was feeling terrified inside, for real.

"I'm asking again," Jimin said through his gritted teeth. I could see how angry he was, real demon-like angry, and I'd never seen him like this before. "Are you dating your professor, or not?"

"He's not a professor." I blurted out, vehemently. "He's only here as a sub, and, no! I'm not dating him!"

So Jungkook told him everything.

"I know. Yeah, he's a substitute, he's just filling in, still he's a teacher. He's a god damn teacher in your college and this is illegal!" Jimin shouted, with each word his voice only got louder.

Even though we were siblings and grew up together I'd never seen him so out of himself. I could see him shaking for how he was losing it.

"He's only five years older than me!" I yelled back since I had realized there was no point lying to him. In the meantime, I glanced at Jungkook who couldn't even look at me. And I wondered why he did that, why he ratted me out.

"For fucks sake, Soomi do you think I don't know everything? He was here only for a month and now he's moving back to his hometown soon." Jimin hissed under his breath.

"Hey, I didn't tell you that!" Jungkook protested from the side with his eyes wide in shock.

"You shut up kookie! I have my connections." Jimin couldn't but get angrier. Then he turned to me, his look fiercer and tongue sharper. He really knew everything.