Hurting [Y/NxBTS]

Chapter Four: Confused

I dig into my pocket, pull out my phone and call Namjoon, my best friend.

He answers.

Yes?

No hey?

Hii, he says sarcastically.

Thank you

What do you want?

Woah, what's up with you?

I thought you said you were leaving?

What?

You're leaving with him.

Namjoon, are you drunk?

...No, why do you think I'm always drunk?

You always sound like it, can you blame me?

I don't sound drunk?

Anyway, what are you on about

Aren't you flying off with Hoseok?

Irritably, I groan.

Namjoon, do you ever listen to me when I'm talking? No, don't answer that. I already got the answer; you don't.

I do, just not when you're talking about him. You always go on about him, I've seen him he's not that great.

Wow, someones jealous. I tease.

I'm not!

You are jellybean.

Yana, I'm not into you like that.

I'm hurt.

So what do you want?

No, it's okay I was about to ask for a ride, but you sound drunk.

I had one drink.

Yeah...no, I'm calling an Uber.

No, you're not, I'm picking you up whether you like it or not.

No-no-no

I'll be there in 15.

Namjoon-no-you-are-

(Ended call)

-Not

Why is he like this?

After 15 minutes, like he promised he arrived. By then I was shivering, it was surprisingly cold for spring. Stupidly, I didn't bother to bring a coat because I assumed it was going to stay warm. Now, I'm left to play the price.

He ran towards me and surprisingly offered his coat. "What is this a Rom-com?" I laugh.

"Do you want it or not?"

"I'm good," I decline, trying to stop myself from shivering.

"Ok, let me rephrase. Do you need it or not?" Emphasis on the 'need.'

I roll my eyes at him, "Yes," I say slurring.

He smiles, "That's what I thought."

Thinking he was going to act gentlemanly for once in his life, I wait for him to put his coat on for me. Instead, he throws his jacket at me, causing it to land on my face.

"If you're going to throw it, throw it at my hands, not my face."

Completely ignoring me, he makes his way to his car. Quickly, I put on his jacket and run over to him. I say run, but really, it's waddle. His coat was huge for me, especially being a tiny girl.