Monito (Namkook)

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛᴜᴘᴘᴇʀᴡᴀʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀʙ

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For the second time around, Namjoon found himself walking with the tall dark haired guy to his black BMW car. The atmosphere between the two were noticeably different unlike their previous encounter. Namjoon felt a little less awkward than before.

They were walking beside each other, Namjoon's awkward legs barely catching up to Jungkook's quick and long strides.

Jungkook opened his car using his remote, the sound of the car alerting reverberated in the almost empty school parking lot. He opened the door on the backseat and placed his bag and the peach tupperware. He closed the door and proceeded to get inside the driver's seat, the other following him quickly.

After Namjoon was settled, Jungkook started the car and drove it smoothly. The two were silent although it wasn't entirely awkward.

Jungkook decided to break the ice.

"Can I ask something?" Jungkook looked at Namjoon for a brief second before turning away.

Namjoon looked back and answered, "Of course. What is it?"

"Everybody was looking at your side before. What was going on? What did your secret santa gave you?" Jungkook asked, not quite grasping the concept of holding back.

The lanky guy's chubby cheeks instantly bloomed a light pink hue when he remembered the 'sexy' lingerie inside his bag. He subconsciously gripped his bag tighter to his lap.

"It was something outrageous! I was really put on the spot back there! I can't believe it. It was so embarrassing," Namjoon scrunched his face up, his eyes shut tightly, and knuckles turning white at fisting it in aggression.

Namjoon didn't answer Jungkook's question about what Namjoon got from his secret santa. Although Jungkook didn't mind, he just chuckled and silently cooed at Namjoon's sudden change of demeanor. The tall male looked adorable, letting out small aggressive whiny sounds on his rosy lips while his eyes were shut tight.

"Why? It couldn't be that bad," Jungkook replied.

"No, it was the worst! I've never gained that much attention from other people except when they need my help. And do you know that because of that gift, someone called me a TWINK!" Namjoon's eyes were balled out and his hands flailed animatedly.

Jungkook bursted out laughing. It was just too funny for him. Namjoon was making him laugh from the way Namjoon told him, the guy's lanky hands aggressively moving to emphasize every word, and the way his face was flushed crimson like he was suffocating in air and embarrassment.

Namjoon was truly funny.

"He freaking called me a TWINK! A TWINK!" Namjoon repeated, wide-eyed.

Jungkook struggled to stop laughing before replying, "Yeah, I think I heard you the first time," he grinned at Namjoon, completely endeared at Namjoon's silly antics.

"Why are you laughing? It wasn't funny!" Namjoon pouted and tried to cross his arms although his bag was on the way.

"Believe me, it was." Jungkook grinned.

"Whatever, you don't understand what I feel," Namjoon grunted.

"If you really are a twink, then you're the cutest twink I have ever known," Jungkook said.

Namjoon fell silent. Torn between feeling offended and feeling happy. Offended because Jungkook basically just indirectly called him a twink or happy that Jungkook just complimented him and called him cute.

But come to think about it...

'I'm...cute?'

Namjoon felt a swarm of butterflies erupted on his stomach.