The Childhood Friend || Kim Namjoon ✔️

Chapter 27: Reality Hurts

I slowly open my eyes and find myself in a moving car. I peer outside the window and smile to myself. Last night was amazing. The memories replay in my mind although they were a bit fuzzy.

"Hey you're awake! We're almost back to your place." Jimin speaks, turning in his chair to face me. I smile at him and nod.

He smiles lightly and raises an eyebrow. "What are you so happy about?" his voice seems so uplifted now then it did just a second ago. Hoseok's eyes dart to the rear veiw mirror and meet my gaze. I just can't stop smiling.

"You're - you're smiling!" he explains cheerfully. He chuckles in disbelief to himself. Did me being happy really just make them happy? Wow, I really do have a great effect on them.

"What exactly happened that made you so happy?" Jimin has a look of amusement in his eyes with an arched eyebrow. His lips twitch in the corners, as if to stop himself from smiling wider than he already is.

I shrug my shoulders and contiue to smile carelessly. Everything seems so much brighter, so much more extravagant. Being happy doesn't just change your mood, it changes how you see everything around you as well. I didn't have a full understandment of emotion before, but now I do.

When we had reached my apartment building, I was embraced or more like tackled in a hug. "You're smiling!" she cheers happily. I giggle with the shake of my head. "Yes, I am." this smile isn't going away anytime soon.

Jimin speaks with my friend as hoseok talks to me, bombarding me with questions that I have no answer to. Sometimes little things can change your mood. And even if there was a reason, I want namjoon to tell them so they know he's okay now as well.

As hoseok has trailed his way down the path of Neverending questions, I faintly hear my name from the two's conversation not far from us. I can't help but block out hoseok and listen in.

"So what did you guys exactly do? I've tried everything for the past 3 days! Then she's spend one night with you and she's a happy, energetic ball of sunshine." she explains in expiration and awe. Jimin shrugs his shoulders, taking a glance towards hoseok and I.

"Im not quite sure myself. As far as I'm concerned, she was-" my listening was cut short when hoseok had caught on that I wasn't paying attention. His fingers snap in front of my vision and after I immediately look at him.

"Well at least everything's back to normal. Even your zoning out is back." he chuckles, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. "Sorry." I whisper with a smile.

"Don't worry about it. I can't stay mad at you." he shoves my arm lightly with his making me scoff. "Can't stay mad, now can you?" I shove his arm with mine like he had done previously. His reaction reflects mine as he scoffs in an over dramatic tone.

"Hey Hobi, we got to go!" Jimin checks his wrist and has a face of worry take over. Hoseok takes suit and checks his wrist watch as well. His eyes widen as he gives me a quick hug. Soon they are both in the car, speeding away. I never got to say thank you. Next time I will.

My friend wraps an arm over my shoulder and walks us to my apartment. When we walk inside, I am quick to burrow myself in the blankets of my bed, cannonballing the launch into my bed.

I roll over to lay on my back and let out a loud sigh which is followed by a smile and giggles. I cover my face with my hands to muffle the squealing sound coming from my throat.

"Why do I have a feeling you didn't just sleepover?" my friend sits on the edge of my bed, watching me in bewilderment. The words are on the tip of her tongue, I know it. "Spill." she throws a pillow at me. And my assumption was indeed correct.

I told her everything. From the nightmare to falling asleep in namjoon's bed, wrapped in his arms. "Then he said he-" my friend is quick to stop my next sentence by grabbing my wrist in her hand firmly. I furrow my eyebrows and sit up, hugging my knees. Her hand isn't gripping it very tightly but tight enough to send me in a shocked frenzy of sorts. She scared the crap out of me. Guess I was deep in thought about it.

"Y/n." she says, making me look up from her hand clamped around my wrist to her face. Sympathy. That's what I first see, sympathy. Why? Furrowing my eyebrows, I pull my wrist from her grasp and stare at her curiously. Maybe I can read something from her before she speaks because I am confused.

A tear slips from her eye and I am quick to react. I swipe the tear away from it can reach her jaw. "Why are you crying? What's wrong?" I scan her body for any physical wounds or health related issues to cause this. Once I notice it is not of physical pain but mental, I try again like before to see if I can read her but I get nothing.

"y/n, when did you wake up?" she asks in curiousity. She's crying and she's asking me when I woke up? "I don't think that's important right now. What's important is-" she is quick to cut me off. "Just tell me." she pleas as if her life depended on it. I blink a few times before processing this. Is she serious?

"Uh, the sun was just coming up so I guess around six o'clock." the questionable tone in my voice was unmistakable for me being unsure of myself.

"Y/n, how was the sun rising if it was pitch back in namjoon's room?" another tear leaves her eye. No. No, this can't be happening. I look down and try to compose my thoughts. That's just one thing right?

"Well I was tired. I couldn't fully comprehend everything." I brush off. I was trying harder to convince myself then my friend in front of me. Because deep down I know it wasn't possible, I knew it wasn't real.

I feel my face pale. The blush I tried so hard to hide was no longer something to hide as it was gone. "What did Jimin say to you earlier?" I ask recalling the conversation I was listening into. That last part that got cut off, what was he going to say?

"As far as I'm concerned, she was with us all night. I woke up many times last night and she sleeping soundly besides me."

"So she just suddenly got happy?"

"I guess. That can happen right?"

"Im not sure but I guess if she's happy then it's possible."

I feel my breath tighten. I was there on the couch, all night. From the first time I laid down, to when I woke up in the car. I should've known, they didn't question why I was in namjoon's room because I never was.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry." she hugs me tightly, crying for me. Why wasn't I crying? Was it because I knew it was too good to be true? Is it because I know that for any of this to be real, I have to be dreaming?

I break free of the tight hold of my friend and sprint to the bathroom. Slamming the door behind me, I face the mirror. The first time I've seen myself in days. I looked wretched. Dark circles under my eyes, face pale, stained cheeks from tears.

A pounding on the door is heard behind me. "y/n, let me in, please." she pleads for me to open up. I ignore her words and slide down the wall, staring at myself in the reflection of the mirror.

Then I just sit here, staring at myself. None of it was real. Nothing was actually a reality. I should've known because only fairy tales have happy endings. Only fantasies have happy endings. Life has realistic endings, not happy ones.