The Photographer/Flowers | K.NJ x Reader

chapter - purple lilac

It's a long and fluffy (lowkey a bit more) one. Buckle up, partner.

The Christmas Gift

It was 25th December and guess what? That's right, everybody is very excited to see the fatass Santa Claus clog our chimney because he's a piece of shit, putting innocent and mindless kids on a fricking naughty list. Did you get the joke...? Okay, no. I'm currently in my room, sitting on the chair and angrily jamming out to tunes in a festive attire as people come and go, trashing my room in between.

Yeah, I can't wait till I get the laser gun from Santa that I longed for and shoot these humans filled with filth for ruining a holy place that is my room where I lay down and stare at the ceiling, sometimes wondering what if God pops out of my roof and says "Hey, whaddup dawg?" and floating back into the roof as he flies away.

Did B/N put some drug in my milkshake that I drank a while ago because I'm feeling way hyper and jumpy than any other day.

"No, you fricking pineapple on a stick. It was you who drank a tub of milkshake and decided to have an unhealthy amount of candies."

I looked up from my phone to see B/N standing in front of me, hands crossed like a parent about to lecture their student because they got a call from the teacher saying that they're late.

"Come downstairs." He says as he turns off the music player. He walks up to the door but stops as he sees me not moving.

"NO!" I shouted,

"Come on. Mum is waiting."

"NO!"

He groaned in annoyance. "Namjoon's here!" His tone had transitioned into a more bubbly one.

I thought for a minute and I wasn't really sure what I was thinking and I answered him back. "NO!"

I heard him sigh again. "I see foo-"

With a loud thud I opened the door, making B/N's back contact the wall as he screamed. I stared at him devilishly before walking downstairs.

I looked around the busy house, there were probably more people than how much could fit in here. If my house were a pipe, it would have combusted by now.

You wouldn't take mothers as party animals but mines the party queen of the jungle. She doesn't hold parties much... or at all but when she does she makes sure not a single person returns home disappointed or not fulfilled.

"Good Lord you took your time, Y/N, where were you?" My mum asked. I just smiled and patted her head as she gave me the world's most judgmental look ever.

"I was in my own world."

"I can tell." She eyed me weirdly and walked away to attend more guests.

I don't get it, I wasn't even being disrespectful? What did I do?

I tried to walk away from the crowd that was bubbling around the jukebox in the lounge and headed towards the back door, hoping nobody would interrupt my lonely time with myself.

I leant against the door, a weird feeling filling up inside of me. I breathed heavily and slid down on the floor as I felt beads of sweat form on my face. I was feeling too hot. Immediately the chilly wind swooped the lounge and I hugged myself, hoping this uneasiness to fade away.