Smart Idiot | KNJ [√]

13.

Namjoon P.O.V

"What's wrong Hyung?" I asked through the phone.

"It's Hee-young. I'm worried for her.. You see, today's her mom's birthday and.. You know she'll cry uncontrollably everytime she celebrates it, for around 2-3 days. I'm scared that she'll faint during training again." He sounded really concerned..

"..I-I'll do something about.. Don't worry."

"Thanks Namjoon.. I appreciate your help."

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"She's supposed to be here.." I mumbled to myself.

I was at the river nearby Hyung's dance studio.

It was pretty dark, so I couldn't see much through the dark.

From a distance, I heard sobbing.

Hee-young.!

I ran towards that direction and found her sitting on a bench holding a white cake.

She looked so vulnerable.. I couldn't even imagine it was her.

When I first met her, she was positive even when I put her down. Then she showed her sarcastic and sassy side of her.. And now.. Her vulnerable side.

I didn't know that in just a month I would see 3 different sides of her..

Yet, I wasn't even that close to her.

I walked towards her immediately and stood in front of her.

"Who-.. N-Namjoon.?" She was shocked. 

She wiped off her tears and faked a smile.

"What are you doing here, Namjoon-ssi?"

By far, this is the most fake sentence I've heard from her.

"You ain't fooling anybody, bitch." I said in annyonce.

"Pardon.? Did you just call me a bitch?" she was taken aback.

"Because of you I had to skip 1 of my tuition lessons that was worth $50." I  said in a angry tone.

"Well, Mr Kim Namjoon, who told you to skip your IMPORTANT tuition for me? If I have wasted your time, you should leave me alone." she scoffed and rolled her eyes.

I thought of an excuse to tell her why I came, I  sighed and sat down next to her.

"Why aren't you eating that cake? I'm starving.. let's go eat it at home."

She was about to protest but I dragged her back without saying anything else.

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"So.. This cake.. Can I eat it?"

"Why would you ask? You'll usually just take whatever is on the table and eat it." she said emotionlessly.

"You were crying over cake... So I thought I would ask first.?" I said unsurely.

"Idiot." Muttered hyung, I forgot he was just beside me..

I looked at him and said through my face 'then what am I suppose to do??'

"Think.., IQ 148 for nothing.."

He left the dining room and went straight to the living room.

'wow thanks alot hyung.'

"Just eat it, I wouldn't dare anyway." She left the dining room, as well.

"W-wait that's not the point.." I mummbled but she already went to her room.

IQ 148 for nothing.

W-who said that.?

Doesn't sound like hyung.. I must be delusional..

Heh heh.. Eunha's not the only one now. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Author P.O.V

"Hyung, go back home already." Namjoon sloppily sat on the sofa beside Yoongi.

"I don't have one." He sighed.

"Don't you have enough money to buy one?"

He does have a point if you ask me.. Min Yoongi has made many popular songs, even raps in some of them.

He makes alot of money.

"A house can be bought, not a home." He said wisely, like an old grandpa (that's how I thought about it..)

" Wise Grandpa Yoongi is back." Namjoon mummbled.

"Did you just dropped the honorifics?" Yoongi glared.

"I called you a gramdpa.?"

"Namjoon, help me in the kitchen." Hee-young saved Namjoon from his death.

"A-ah sure.." He ran towards the kitchen, in a flash.

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Stalker : seriously?

What? I like flash jokes.

Stalker : why am I even talking to you.?

Go away dude, this is my point of view.

Stalker : *sighs* I hate you.

*stalker left the chat-*

What has this become.?

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"This is the worst accuse ever made in history."

"You're welcome you ungrateful ass."  Hee-young said while scrambling eggs.

"Why do I have to cut onions in the morning if it's not even gonna be used." He continued to cut onions horribly and make the whole fandom cry-

I MEaN, moving on!

*fourth wall break is too much.*

"It's because I wanna see your ugly ass face, crying. I'll take a picture of your face and post it on social media."

She took the Sausages out of the microwave and placed them nicely on the plates.

"Can I actually help.?" Namjoon asked.

"If you wanna kill us all, sure."

"Ouch." Namjoon placed his hand on his heart dramatically.

"Bring the plates on the table, WITHOUT breaking them." Hee-young sternly said.

"Okay, demanding pants." Namjoon muttered under his breath.

"If you break those we're dead-"

Suddenly, the plate, unfortunately cracked.

Without Namjoon doing anything but holding it for a few seconds.

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AYO WADDUP PEOPLE.

I'M NOT DEAD, YaY.

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO OUR SUNSHINE AND SUGA.

I literally took my sleeping time away to write :")

Because I didn't want to seem like I dead :")