⇢ opposites | k.nj

☾ Twelve

You both made it to the library and sat at the table that was isolated by tall bookshelves and book racks. Lia was already eyeing the young English boy through shelves.
"Lia!" You whisper-yell. "You better get this all written and printed. You need to pass your exams. I don't think your mother wants to pay for you to sit them again.
"You're right, you're right." Lia sat at the computer nearer your table while you rooted through your bag to find your math notes. You pull out your phone on top of several papers and see that you had 3 missed calls from Namjoon. Your heart fluttered, you hadn't heard from him all morning.
You call him back
Calling Namjoon...
Call declined.
"Oh. So he wants to ignore me now, right.

New message: Namjoon 💫
You better pick up your expensive ass phone.
- Delivered: 12:42

Namjoon?
- Delivered: 1:38

You started to bite down at your nails. Which you only ever did when you were anxious. What if something was wrong with him?
You could only imagine the worst round about now. Do you bail on Lia?
You peeped over to the computer to see she'd already lost motivation. "I give up on college I hope it blows up." As what she had typed into the screen. You roll your eyes and walk towards the exit. As you do you hear feminine giggles. Your turn to see Lia already flirting with the English boy from before.
You left without saying goodbye and you had no vague clue of where Namjoon lived.
You text Taehyung. You stood outside the bank for free WiFi to text Taehyung.
You: Hey Taehyung. It's y/n I was wondering if u kno where Namjoon lives? Sound like a nonse but I'm worried.
aLiEnB0y: Yeah, we are too, we haven't heard of him. Yoongi and Hoseok haven't been much help either.
24 mulberry Avenue flat 32a
You: okay thanks.
You lock your phone and walk up the street to mulberry Avenue. As you approach Namjoon's flats you tried to buzz his flat number 32a. No response. Hoseok or Yoongi didn't answer either.
You stood for about 20 minutes waiting for someone to come with a key for the gate. But nobody came. So you climbed the gate. You 'carefully' try to avoid the barbed wire.
There was a little gap at the end with no wire where you put your hands but as you jumped down you nicked your palm a little yet it started bleeding dramatically. "Fuck."
You reach a door that's easily
Pushed open. "Security here is shit. My mans probably got kidnapped."
You make your way to the 3rd floor labelled "30a-45b" and you push another glass door onto the balcony and pound your hands into Namjoon's door.
"Namjoon?! Namjoon!"
Literally 5 minutes later Namjoon opens the door. Messy hair all in his eyes. He looked slightly paler than his usual colour. His eyes dreary and his lips cracked and chapped.
"Lord. What happened to you?"
You push past him and into the flat, closing the door with your foot.
With a sigh. Namjoon slumped onto the sofa and started at the TV like he was hypnotised.
You just stared. He looked so unhealthy. So broken. And you probably knew why.
You go over to him and crouch before him. His heavy eyes meet yours and you see the sorrow in them.
"Namjoon.." you got no more words out. He pulled you into a bear hug. Clutching to you tightly.
You hear him sniffle in your ear and your eyes start to well up. You've never saw him this sad before. This, drained.
"Namjoon. What happened?" With hesitation he looked to your eyes again. You looked into his. You could tell he wanted to tell you.
"I don't know. I'm just so, out of shape. Clumsy. Ugly. I hate myself. I hurt you."
Your heart jumped.
"Hurt me? How?"
"Well I scorched you with coffee. You're always cleaning my mess. Aren't you fed up with me? A drowsy old person like me doesn't deserve a friend like you.."
"I'm not fed up with you. Why would I be?"
"Cause I'm—"
"Perfect. Your clumsy keeps me occupied. I like your clumsiness.
Your heart raced faster and faster.
"Really?"
He looked up, his eyes slightly picking themselves up and strangely pigmenting the warm shade of brown.
You smile softly at him. Then to his lips. Oh his sweet lips. They were cracked. You root into your bag and find a rosey chapstick.
"Here." You took off the lid and twisted up the stick. Applying into his lips ever so slightly. He suddenly grabbed your hands. You tried to carry on. Feeling your face cascading pink.
"I'm so lucky to have a friend like you..." His dorky smile rose and the colour went back to his skin. A light venting session and a hug was all he really needed. That's what you liked about him. He wasn't needy.
Minutes later you were both on your phones. Showing eachother the occasional funny meme and whatnot. Until you hear Namjoon's stomach grumble loudly.
You both look up at each other.
"That things gonna.m digest itself." You nodded to his stomach and he lightly scoffed.
"I can cook for you." You got up out of your chair and looked for something. 3-minute noodles.
"Genius."
You pull the last bag out and boil the kettle.
Namjoon had the TV on YouTube and was dancing to songs. Moreover prancing about to his favourite songs. It felt good to see him happy again.

You were about to pour the boiling water into the bowl of noodles when the handle pops off from it being too heavy and splashing you all over your legs and torso. Your legs were red-raw and your torso was semi protected by your sweater.
You fall back. Screeching. Namjoon shot his head toward the kitchen.
"Y/N!"

Sorry it's late you can kill me rip
*is longer than usual* hshsjsjnxns