The Childhood Friend || Kim Namjoon ✔️

Chapter 13: The Truth Untold

Namjoon's P.O.V.

"Im just saying joon, tell her before something bad happens." the two youngest bicker with me. I sigh and rub my temples.

"For the millionth time, there's nothing to tell. She doesn't remember me!" I grumble aggravated. Why embarrass myself?

"You don't know that for sure." jungkook tries to persuade.

"She was my Bestfriend jungkook, remember that. If she remembered me, she wouldn't hesitate to let me know." I know her, she would've told me the second she remembered. That's just the person she was.

"It's been 4 years namjoon. People can change over that period of time. Maybe she's shy and worried you're the one who doesn't remeber her." taehyung jumps in again. I doubt that fact. She's almost never shy around me.

"I doubt it. If I tell her, it may just make things worse and I don't want to take the risk." I end the conversation.

Your P.O.V.

I have never felt so aggravated. My Bestfriend chose not to tell me. My conscience is constantly yelling at me that he really doesn't remember. I can't believe that when everything lays itself out perfectly.

I've payed close attention these past few days and let me say, everything is too suspicious. And although I'm positive I've figured it out, I can't build the nerve to confront him. Being shy builds conflicts that I wish to not have.

I need to get it over with as I only have 3 days left there. If I don't do it now then I might never see him again.

I fix my appearance in the elevator mirror. This morning I was feeling badass, something I'm not used to feeling. Taking the advantage of this opportunity, I dressed confidently. It would be considered something Kpop idols would wear so it's technically work clothing.

Exiting the work elevator, I strut my way confidently to the practice room. Before I talk to namjoon, I have to talk to the others. They had the biggest part in this, to not tell me namjoon knew me when I was in tears about it.

I walk in and quickly walk out with two wrists in my hands.

"Woah y/n. Where are you taking us?" Jimin asked out of curiousity. I didn't even ask them to follow me. I grabbed their wrists and now here we are, in the boardmeeting room where we've met almost everyday this week.

"Explain." I speak nonchalantly. I want answers and I want them now. They should've said something sooner because now my feelings are all bundled up and ready to explode.

"Y/n, are you okay? You look quite pale. Did you not sleep again last night?" hoseok scans my face carefully, evaluating if I was about to tell the truth.

"Oh I am not okay. You're right, I didn't get any sleep but it wasn't namjoon this time." I clench my jaw.

"Did we do something?" hoseok pulls away cautiously. Smart boy. I can practically feel the sarcasm on the tip of my tongue waiting to be used in some snarky comment back.

"Oh I don't know, did you?" and there's that sarcasm I was speaking of.

"Maybe we should talk it out. We've obviously done something to upset you." Jimin tries to fix the situation at hand. Oh, I'm not stopping until I get a confession.

"Oh you've had plenty of time to talk these past few days. Plenty of time to tell me namjoon remembers me." I spit through clenched teeth. I'm responded with silence as I eye them carefully.

Hoseok freezes and looks at me with wide eyes. Damn it, that could mean he thinks I'm crazy or I'm right. He's no help. I train my eyes to Jimin as he gulps visual. He gulped. He's caught, he's guilty.

My eyes widen. "It's true." I breathe. A part of me was hoping so dearly that I was wrong. More than anything I was hoping he just didn't remember me and maybe I could remind him. That hope was now gone. He had lied, they all did. My Bestfriend did remember me and he pretended he didn't for who knows what reason. That's the scariest part, he did it for a reason and most of them involve me being an embarrassment.

"Listen, y/n. We didn't want you to find out this way. We've been-" I cut hoseok off quickly. "You lied. You both did. Everyone did." I gasp, tears threatening to spill.

"Did namjoon know?" I speak with clouded vision.

"No. But he-" I cut them off once again.

"That's all I want to know." I whimper. I swing open the door and make my way to the practice room.

"Wait y/n! Let us explain!" hoseok I assume yells. I can hear running footsteps behind me, making me speed up my pace.

I don't make it very far as they are both more fit than I am. Two arms wrap swiftly around my waist, stopping me from going further to my destination. It was right there, through the practice room doors.

"What are you going to do?" Jimin breathes hard and deep. I was seething and out of breath.

"To get the reason why." I untangle myself from Jimin's arms. Protests from Jimin and hoseok fill my ears.

"Hey y/n, what's u-" taehyung gets cut off by stumbling into the two attempting to stop me.

"Aish! Are you guys okay? You look like you're in a-"

"She knows." Jimin admits.

"She knows what?" taehyung speaks confused.

"She knows about namjoon." hoseok finishes.

I notice the rusting behind me stops as I build up the nerve to talk to namjoon for the first time these two weeks.

"What do we do?" taehyung speaks worriedly.

"Nothing. We do nothing. It's between just them now." hoseok speaks. They know it's between me and namjoon now, good.