namjoon really didn't want to go. really, truly, he did not want to go.
but this 5'9 muscular toddler insisted on dragging him. the toddler, in question, was his old school friend before the incident and the his only friend at the moment. the only way he could of found Namjoon at the bench is if someone had told him where he was.
mom, i love you, but i really dislike you right now
"jackson, you know i'm uncomfortable around big crowds! and i don't know the people coming with you, so that's even more anxiety raising for me."
"namjoon, have i ever let you down?"
"many, many, many times." (even more than all 28 treasure box trainees who deserve to debut)
"i couldn't count all of them even if i tried."
"okay, that's fair. but please! you know your mom is worried about you, and frankly so am i. it would make her really happy if you went."
shit. jackson just had to bring his mom into it. he couldn't bear to see her sad so he, rather dejectedly, said, "fuck you."
"yayyyyyy!! you won't regret it, namjoon!"
can i get that in writing?
