Smart Idiot | KNJ [√]

12.

Hee-young P.O.V

I woke up feeling a little ancomfortable and comfortable at the same time..

When I opened my eyes, I realised that I wasn't in my room.

I was sitting on the floor next to the bed, holding someone's hand.

When I saw the person whom I was holding hands with, I felt like screaming.

Why the hell am I holding this jerk's hand??

I need to go to work but his grip on my hand was really strong.

"Kim Namjoon, wake up and let go of my hand." I tried shaking him with my other hand.

"I don't want to.." He muttered in his sleep.

"I need to work! Let go! " I struggled to get my hand out of his.

"Eomma.. Should I let you go again?" He mumbled.

"Eomma? I'm not your mother! Let go, Namjoon-ssi! "

"I'm not ready to let go.. At least not now.."

I could see the dried up tears on his cheeks.

"It's Hee-young, I'm not Mrs Kim!" I shouted anyway.

"Why do I feel like your hand is comforting.?" He started to open his eyes.

"Maybe because you're a pervert."

"what? I'm not a pervert!" He springged up.

"You're the pervert! Why are you holding my hand and sleeping in my room?? Did you touch me???" He covered his body with his blanket and looked at me in disgust.

"Weren't you the cry baby that begged me to stay here?" I scoffed.

"I never cried! I don't even remember how you got here!!!"

"I don't remember either-" I stopped and suddenly realized what happened yesterday.

I instantly blushed and got up.

"A-ah I'll go to work now! Bye!"

I ran to my room and slammed the door.

My body suddenly felt weak and I felt so embarrassed about yesterday.

"I actually need the company too."

OH MY GOD!

Last night..

(Hee-young and Namjoon was in the same position as when they woke up)

"Namjoon-ah.." I mumbled.

"Um?"

"I feel like.. I'm the one who stole your mom from you.. I'm sorry."

"Yeah.. You should be. But I'm sorry too.."

"Why? " I asked in curiousity.

"I treated you badly because I was jealous.. I knew how much you meant to my mom. I just hated the fact that when I was away you took.. My place." he cried.

"I-I'm sorry Namjoon, You must feel uncomfortable with me." I buried my face on the bed.

"Not really surprisingly. I just don't like you.. Even though your hand feels nice."

My head pearked up hearing that.

"Really? People have told me how rough my hands feel, especially your mother. She always tells me to use hand cream."