phonecall [Kim Namjoon fan fic]

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There he was, standing tall near the staircase. Well, he did look a bit sad though. Not sad. But guilty.

Why am I thinking like this after all that happened between us.

It all started around ten to twelve years ago. Back then, Namjoon and I went to the same elementary school. He had moved from Korea to this country so he needed help with English. And as fate decided, I helped him till his basics became strong. He knew the English alphabet, so I just helped him with the word and sentence formation. But he was a math whiz kid. A prodigy. He thought things that no one at his age would even think of. Including a lot of philosophical things.

There was this one time during recess, where all the kids were in the ground and playing around. But Namjoon was sitting on the grass in a corner and looking at it. He saw an ant. Not ants. So he took the ant in his palm ever so carefully, hoping he wouldn't squish it. He went on a thorough search to look for an ant Hill or at least a colony of ants. He felt bad for the ant, and I felt bad for him. He was bullied for being a 'weird kid' but I stood up for him. He's way too precious to deserve any of that negativity.

So over the years we grew to become best friends, inseparable twins. It was always MoonAndJoon and not Moon and Joon. Fate decided that it was time for Namjoon to go back to Korea in seventh grade. And Moon was all alone. Wait why am I talking in third person?

Back to the point. It grew to become a long distance one, our relationship  All we could do was communicate over the phone or via Skype. We'd also often send letters. Back then, I still had my sister. Back then, my life wasn't a mess.

Let me say that Namjoon was going through a little tough time. A good friend of his backstabbed him one day. Namjoon had this crush on a girl in his school, and he told his best friend, who didn't show much interest in her. She wasn't of his 'standards' apparently. But the next day he saw them making out in the janitor's closet. Since then he hasn't been able to make a proper best friend who's in his school, keeping me aside.

Days passed by and he grew suspicious of everyone, including me. He thought that I'd leave him in the end or break his trust. He lashed it out all on me.

He kept repeating things like 'I know you'll break my trust someday', 'I know you're going to stab me in the back one day' and etc. I couldn't hold it in anymore and I lost my shit. I yelled at him for thinking such false things.

My sister called me while I was talking to him. I ignored it as she would call me again if it was something important.

But her last goodbye

Wasn't important, in her point of view.

Had I known.

While I was still in the middle of telling I could here some sniffling. And then he disconnected the call. I tried calling back multiple times but it kept going to voicemail.

I wanted to check on my sister since she called me.

And I found her hanging from the ceiling fan.

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"Dude can you move already, you're blocking the way," someone said, snapping me out of my daze.

Namjoon was still standing there.

Just looking at him made me want to cry. I quickly looked towards the ceiling, dodging any tears, and walked towards my class.

Never did I see this coming.

Kim Namjoon is in all of my classes.

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Sooo here's the second chapter >.< It was pretty much a filler/explantation for why Moon hated phone calls. I just gave the reason why, so don't judge and try placing yourself in her shoes. :d
Excuse if it was a shitty chapter mkay thank you so much for reading!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY 🌻🌻💛💛

Look how ethereal he is oof