The Childhood Friend || Kim Namjoon ✔️

Chapter 17: Friends

Being in here was intensely weird. All the guys were waiting around, like something was supposed to happen. It was dead silent until I heard all their phones go off, at the same exact time. That's when it was no longer silent.

"So y/n, we're still going to see you after today, right?" Jimin speaks sadly with a pout on his face. The cuteness is too much. "Of course. I'll come and watch you guys dance." I say quickly. Who can resist that face? I'm mad at him but not that mad.

Slowly the guys started leaving one by one and not coming back until it was just my friend and I left in the room. "Where are they? Hoseok should at least be back, he's been in the damn bathroom for 15 minutes now." I deadpan. Taehyung had gone to get ice and Jimin went with Yoongi to see how long the trainees were going to be in the practice room. Call me crazy, but this is downright weird.

I take out my phone and start scrolling on Instagram. There's nothing better to do as she is texting her life away. It's probabaly Jin on the other side.

Minutes had passed and I heard voices down the hall. 3 very familiar voices. Taehyung, jungkook, and Namjoon. Taehyung? He went to get ice! What is he doing coming from the opposite side of the building where I know the ice isn't?

The voices get louder as the door the the room is opened. Namjoon's voice is the loudest so I don't look up. He better not sit his butt next to mine.

The other voices are not heard as a slamming sound erupts. I jump slightly and look to see my friends reaction beside me, only to find out she's gone. When the hell did she leave? Was I that engrossed in Instagram?

"Jungkook, Why'd you lock the do-" namjoon's sentence stops suddenly. This makes me finally look up. Namjoom sits there helplessly wiggling the door handle with no Jungkook behind him.

"Jungkook?!" he screams panicked. Well I'll be damned, we've been played. "Wow. We got played." I chuckle sarcastically. Namjoon turns around slowly to face me. Crap.

"That's why everything has been so weird today." he smiles sarcastically. I nod and look back down at my phone. "But why would they lock us in a room?" he questions.

Because they want us to be friends dummy. But they can't fix something that's already broken. This will do nothing, even if we're in here for hours.

Silence has been in the room for hours. Our phones had died and there was nothing for us to do but talk. But I don't want to talk, especially with my awkward social reputation.

"Why do you hate me?" murmers namjoon suddenly. I direct my gaze to the figure not too far from me. Me?

"Me?"

"No, the wall. Yes, you." he answers sarcastically. His voice was bitter. Again, who hates who?

"Where would you get that idea?" I scowled. How dare he accuse me of that when he couldn't tell me he knew who I was!

"If you're forgetting, I knew you for 10 years y/n. You would tell me even if you thought I wouldn't remember you. So what changed?" he turns his gaze to me. The world stops and I can't breathe. Those eyes, they're just mezmorizing.

"So you do hate me." he scoffs while muttering a few words under his breath. I shake my hand when he looks away. How long had I been staring?

"But I don't hate you." I reassure with some venom laced in my voice. He can't accuse me of that.

"You couldn't answer the question. You blankly stared at me." he scoffs, looking at the table in front of him.

"Maybe when you left, I changed. I didn't have my rock anymore." I spit. He's the one who left!

"Me? You're the one who never responded to a single one of my text messages or calls. I left you voicemails night after night and I got nothing." he stands suddenly, towering over me from the opposite side of the table.

"Bullshit. I didn't see one thing from you. When my parents gave me my phone back after weeks on end, I saw nothing from you." I stand too, trying to show intimidancy. We can clearly see who the intimidating one is.

"What do you mean your parents took your phone?" he furrows his eyebrows.

"I was too messed up because of you so they took away any communication I had with you. They even told me you never texted me." I pull closer to him. He looks confused but that could be him putting on a show. I will stand my ground.

He grabs my hand and pulls me so I'm pressed to him. My breath catches in my throat and I sit there. "Oh but I did y/n. I texted you every night, every morning. I stopped after a few weeks, thinking you were the one that had left me." he explains. Namjoon is a really bad liar, especially when I can see his eyes. He's telling the truth. No matter how bad I don't want to believe it, he is.

"Then where are they?" I manage to get out. It was meant to sound stern but instead sounded breathless. He was weakening me. Stupid crushes.

"I don't know but I did. You know I'm telling the truth y/n. Look into my eyes." he pulls me Impossibly closer so our faces are only inches apart and I gaze into his eyes. Truth. He's absolutely telling the truth.

"Am I?" he breathes. I gulp and nod. He let's me pull back a bit but is still  holding me in his grasp. "Is that why you hated me?" he asks another question.

I shake my head with a frown. "I never hated you namjoon. I thought you were the one that left me. That you'd never texted back. I thought you had erased me like I never existed." I sigh. I want to cry again. Well too late to go back from that because the tears are flowing.

He hand reaches um to gently hold my face, wiping a stray tear with his thumb. "Even if I wanted to forget, it would take awhile. You can't erase ten years like it was nothing." he chuckles humourlingly. I smile a little.

"Why didn't you say something?" he speaks while cradling my face, bending down to my level of vision. "Becuase if you didn't remember me, you'd think I was some crazy person." I pout once more. He sighs and walks us around the table so we stand directly in front of one another.

He looks at me for a good minute before pulling me into a heartfelt hug, similar to the one when he left but this one was of happiness.

He pulls away and holds out his Pinky. "Friends?" he asks softly. I link my Pinky with his. "Friends." I declare. He smiles widely and chuckles, pulling me into another embrace.

"Oh God, I'm so happy to have you back. I'm never letting go of you again." he rocks us from side to side. I giggle and rock with him. Things are finally going back to normal. I finally have him back in my life.