I'm a Monster. • Kim Namjoon / RM •

Chapter 13- Caught.

(2134 words)

"Hoseok.." I whine.
"I'm not finished! So you two were almost late because this one can't stop making mistakes?! Really?!" Hoseok yelled at us.
"Hey come on man, at least he made an effort for her sake." Yoongi cut in.
"I don't care!"
"We didn't mean to-"
"Shut it. If she's ever late to class because of you I'll kick your ass. Got it?"
"Sure." Namjoon chuckles beside me.
"I really wish I could hit you sometimes.."
"Now is that any way to talk to your superior?" Namjoon teases, his eyes flashing a light blue.

Aren't the others eyes red? Why are his any different? He's still a vampire..

"You wouldn't do anything to me and you know it." Hoseok smiled at him.

"Sadly you're right... for now." Namjoon shrugs.

"You've been in a good mood today, is there any reason for that?" Tae asks Namjoon.
"Uh.. no I don't believe so." Namjoon lied easily.
Jimin looked at him and then at me. I only shrugged, pretending to know nothing. I wonder how much it would hurt him if he knew..
"Hey Alex." I heard Namjoon say.
"Yeah?"
"You ready to go home?"
"Hey I can take her back home-" Hoseok tried to explain when he was cut off.
"No, I almost made her late today, I'll drive her home and you guys do whatever you wanted to do."
"Fine.. I'll see you when I get home Alex, Namjoon you better go straight home."
"Okay." He laughed, pulling me away from the others as we all say bye.

"Hoseok is out to get me." Namjoon sighed, starting the car.
"No he's just messing with you-"
"No he knows. Jimin and I were arguing while you were in one of your classes and he overheard it."
"He doesn't know anything recent though does he?"
"He doesn't know about what happened yesterday."
"Okay.."
"Why are you upset?" He asks, grabbing my hand.
"I'm lying, and I'm afraid to hurt Jimin. I don't have feelings for him anymore but I don't like hurting anyone."
"He doesn't care as long as you're happy. That's what he told me."
"Really?"
"Surprisingly, yeah. I figured he would try to kill me." He laughs as he starts driving back to my place.

It doesn't take him long to get there, and in that time I messaged Hoseok.

Me: When are you going to be home?

Hoseok🧡: after dance practice. If anything happens and you need me to come home earlier please call. You know I'll worry when you're home alone.

Me: okay, thank you.

"A heart?" Namjoon asks, holding back a laugh.
"He's my brother, shut up." I say unlocking the door.

I push the door open and turn on the lights.

"Are you hungry?" I ask.
"A little I guess." Namjoon said as he shuts the door behind me.
"What do you want? Something reasonable that I could make." I say walking to the kitchen.
"Whatever you think is best." He smiles, sitting by the kitchen bar table that separated the living room and kitchen.

"Okay, but don't complain if you don't like it." I say getting out ingredients.

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Namjoon decided a while back to stop watching me and watch tv instead, leaving me to do what I needed to.

Finally.

"Let me guess.. Japchae?" Namjoon said snaking his arms around me from behind.
"You watched tv for like two minutes and came right back- I swear. But yeah, it was my dads favorite. I learned how to make it with my mom just before he passed away. He spent a lot of time in Japan and Korea and this is just what he liked." I said as I got away from him to get the plates.

He frowned and got two drinks out of the fridge, sitting them down on the counter near by.

"So Hoseoks practice ends at 7:30 today right?" Namjoon asks as I finish putting everything on the two plates.
"Yeah, so we have a few hours." I answer as I jump up, sitting on the counter swinging my legs like a child.
Namjoon turned to face me and raised an eyebrow, smiling. "What are you doing?"
"I just cooked, I deserve a break." I pout.
"Cute.." he mumbled, walking over to me.
"I wonder if he really thinks I would leave you here all alone for hours.." Namjoon said as he snaked his arms around me into a hug.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, "he probably doesn't but what could he do?"
"You're right. He wouldn't miss dance practice." He smiles at me, pulling back a little to look at me, but nether of us let go.
"He loves dancing, more than me." I pout.
"At least I don't." He said before pressing his lips to mine.