pretty | knj. + jjk.

6

Namjoon

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Jeongguk and I sat in silence after Mrs. Nam went back to her desk to organize some files.

He had his knees pressed to his chest, his arms wrapped loosely around them. His fingers fiddled with the stray strings on the blanket bunched at his feet.

I quietly stared at him, my thoughts racing all over the place, with no exact destination. He side glanced me briefly before looking away.

"Please leave me alone." His voice was broken, holding no emotion. It was barely audible, but I managed to pick up the few words.

"No" My eyes widened, not being able to control the words that left my mouth.

He quietly sat there for a few minutes before he shook his head. "You're wasting your time." Confused, I pressed on. I am honestly surprised that he's even speaking to me right now.

"What do you mean?" His breath hitched slightly before he quietly sighed. He slowly got off the bed with his back facing me.

"I'm not sticking around for much longer." He spared me one last look, holding eye contact longer than all the previous times.

His eyes are seriously so gorgeous

He quickly walked towards the entrance of the office.

"Jeon Jeongguk! You need to stay here for the rest of the school day. And because of how repetitive these injuries are occurring, we are required to, and did contact your mother" Ms. Nam grabbed his shirt sleeve, halting him in his movements.

"What!" Jeongguk whipped around with fear and panic etched all over his features. Ms. Nam dropped her grip on his shirt, shocked at his sudden outburst.

"No! You didn't call my mother! You couldn't have!" Jeongguk's arms shook, his entire body tremoring, shaking his head sporadically.

"Jeongguk-si, I don't see what the problem is-"

"Jeon Jeongguk!"