Knowing who that exactly is, he rushed towards the door, earning a confused glance from his parents. His heart beat acceratled when the person on the other side spoke in such a feminine manner.
"Namjoon-ah, you forgot your headphones. Namjoon? Are you there?"
"Who's that? Are you lying to me?" His mother asked before proceeding to ask him to open the door, which he greatly refused. Trapping the front door with his hands, his mother insisted and eventually he gave up. There is no point in being stubborn when i'm going get a beating anyway.
His father opened the door and is taken back by the familiar girl by the doorstep.
"Is Namjoon-shi here? He left his scarf back at the cafe." She said, in a polite manner in front of the elderly man, holding the wool scarf tightly behind her back. Probably his dad..
Uhh...
She looked past the old man's head to see the sight of Namjoon looking down with the elderly lady beside him, looking like a detective who confirmed her suspicious about the scene.
Wait a minute.
"Namjoon, is everything okay?"
No, I'm not.
"Can we talk about this later, Soo?"
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i absolutely do not know what i'm writing and i feel like it's getting shitter. and 3.2K?? what???
-audre
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Short Storybeing lonely has less drama than being sociable. achievements: short story #319 face award in tsa.
