Oblivious // Reader x Kim Namjoon

6) Hacked

"Y/N made a Tinder!"

Almost immediately Yuna extended her hand forward to grab your phone which was resting on the floor a comfortable distance away from you. Thankfully, you were fast enough to get it before she did. Unthankfully, Jimin and Taehyung decided to side with Yuna, grabbing you by your arms so you couldn't fight back. She snatched the phone from your hands as your muscles tensed against Jimin's and Tae's grip. There was no use in fighting. Yuna would win.

She didn't seem to be struggling to get into your phone.

"Did you get in?" you asked, surprised.

"Yeah... A couple months back I used your finger in your sleep to hack in and then I added a Touch ID for myself... Smart, right?" she smirked, looking directly at you as you still couldn't fight against the boys' hold on you. You wanted to slap her. That was such an invasion of your privacy, but it was something that you wouldn't put past Yuna. You knew she didn't have bad intentions, but she didn't have necessarily good ones either.

You wanted to scream. Yuna freaking hacked her way into your phone.

You knew she was snooping through your Tinder, an inquisitive look on her face. Tae and Jimin kept pestering her to let them see what you were hiding, but she just ignored them. You were glad that no one else could see the screen. Well, Jungkook was seated beside Yuna, but he wasn't really the type to be nosy like that.

She looked up from the phone with a smug smile. Your eyes met hers. They begged her to stay silent. You hoped the intensity of your stare would be enough for her to know you meant business.

"Later boys," she suddenly said, throwing her arm forward to yank you away from Taehyung and Jimin and consequently into your shared room. She closed and locked the door behind the two of you, right in Tae and Jimin's nosy faces.

"I hope you know that your profile is so fucking lame," Yuna remarked, flipping through the images you had picked for yourself. You tried grabbing for the phone but quickly gave up. Once Yuna had something in her hands, there was no way she'd lose her grip on it. Both literally and figuratively. The girl was damn stubborn and always followed through.

"Yeah, I know. I wasn't trying to be cool," you admitted.

"It's not like you're ugly. You are actually very pretty. And you could totally be super sexy if you put a little more effort into it."

"Sexy is more of your brand, not mine," you joked. She shrugged and nodded her head in agreement.

"I get that. You're more of the cute and aloof type. There's not much even I can do to change that. But this profile here is a little too much... or I guess, a little too little," she theorized. "There's no way you'll get any matches if it's this barren."

"Are you sure about that?" you replied, almost immediately regretting it. You figured she'd find out sooner rather than later, but you had practically just outed your entire secret with that one stupid statement. She was surely going to go look at your matches after a comment like that. After giving you a suspicious look, she looked back down at the phone and opened your matches.

She didn't say anything at first, silently flipping through the messages between you and Namjoon just like you had done many times before.

"You matched with your literature professor? That's fucking crazy!" she suddenly exclaimed, leaving you perplexed. It wasn't until you heard the very audible gasps and whispering coming from the other side of the door that you knew what Yuna was plotting. You were always thankful for that sixth sense of hers. You were also happy that she was protecting your privacy. At least, she was, for now.