Your Highness || KNJ 15+

| Chapter 4: Leave

Two days have passed, it's finally Friday. Last day with Namjoon and then I'm free for the weekend!

"A lot on your mind huh?" Joongsoo says while folding the freshly washed clothing.

I nodd while also folding clothing.

She sighs. "You should try to make some more friends. It would be nice to talk to someone who doesn't work for your parents."

The empty basket is now filled with clothing. I add one more cardigan. "Done." I say as I ignore Joongsoo's words. I don't want friends, they can only annoy me just like Namjoon.

She elbows me. "Yes, I heard you. I'll try talking to Hyungwon some more." I quickly add.

"That's not what I mean." She takes the basket and rests it on her hip. Her heels make a sound as she walks out off the laundry room. I of course follow her.

"Where do I find friends? I'm not going to go around the neigbourhood. "Annyeong I'm Bae Areum, wanna join my tea party?'."

We both sit down at my bed. "I just wish you had a friend that doesn't live that far. A friend you can run away to."

I shake my head and stand up to put the clothes away. "I don't need to run away. Besides my problems won't get solved if I do so." The basket that was laying on my bed was now empty. All my clothes were in my closet.

I sat down on the bed again. "Just be nice to the Kim kid. Maybe you two have something in common and you can become friends."

Just at that exact moment the white door, dividing my room from the rest of the house opens. "Hey." Namjoon says.

I smile at him. "I'll be down in a second!"

"You've changed." Joongsoo says.

My hair tie, that I reached out for, fell on the ground after she said that. I stared at it with my hand still in the position to grab it. I quickly pick it up, tie my hair and run down the hall to see Namjoon still walking.

His hands are in the pockets of his dark grey pants. He's just tutoring me, yet he looks so neat. Everything about his clothing is simply perfect. His hair looks freshly cut, but I'm sure it isn't, his clothes are never dirty. It had been five days and I already feel something special between NO AREUM DON'T GO THERE STOP IT! He's an asshole.

The whole journey down to the livingroom is quiet. However it isn't awkward at all. As soon as we sit down he wants to say something, but hestitates and ends up saying nothing.

"What?" I ask.

He replies with an "Hmm?". I want to leave it, but just can't.

I lean in a bit. "What is it?"

"I'll be leaving early today so you don't need to endure the pain for a long time."

I chuckle. "Yeah right. I'm leaving by the way too so don't worry about me."

He opens the book with his right hand. The colors blue, purple and red intertwine into one color on his hand. I gently stroke the skin. "Your hand." I say in a questioning voice.

He pulls his hand away and covers it with his other hand. "It's nothing, let's begin with this exercise."

My eyes stare into his eyes. He notices my concern, but acts as if I don't care about him at all.

***

"That's it for today, enjoy whatever you'll be doing." Namjoon says while packing his bag.

I stand up to grab our coats. "Here." This time I gave it to him instead of throwing. He bows as a 'thanks' and we both walk to the front door to leave the house.

"Shouldn't you tell someone you're leaving prison, I mean your house?" He asks.

I hit his arm. "Yah, you haven't been here enough to make that joke yet."

We slowly walk to the fence. "Yet?" He bites his lip while raising an eyebrow and smiling.

I stand still in front of him and hit his chest without any energy. "There wil be no yet. 'Yet' eopseoyo."

He frowns as we step outside the frontyard into the street. "Annyeong!" And we both split our ways.

A couple steps apart from each other and I'm already standing still, afraid. I'm never out of reach from bodyguards or other people that I'm at least familliar with.

I stare into the distance, my eyes following the white lines of the what seems never ending road. A couple of leaves pass my skin which makes me shiver. "You're not going anywhere are you?"

I turn around to look at Namjoon who is also standing still. "I just wanted to get out of the house for once." My hands are cold so I quickly stuff them in my pockets.

He moves his head a little 'let's go'.

His long legs walk very slowly, but still fast. I have to speed walk to keep up with the big steps he takes.

The whole way to where ever we're going is silent, but I don't mind the unspoken words.

"Almost there." Namjoon says after a while. He points at a busstop. "We need to take the bus. That's not a problem for you right?"

A cough joined my words. "Just because I'm rich doesn't mean I can't take the bus."

He pulls my hands out of my pockets. I want to stop him, but simply can't as my body freezes. His breath jumps on my cold skin, my skin warms up a little. He rubs it between his handpalms.

I gently pull my hands back. "Hajima, I'm fine." I smile at him and we continue walking to the busstop.

"You sure you want to get away for a while with me?"

I nodd.

My body is still cold and makes sure to make me shiver every now and then.

Thus bus finally arives and I'm still shivering. Namjoon stares at me and without hestitation grabs my hand to hold it as we get on the bus.