Foreign | pjm

(6) Jealous

-Oct.13th-
-12:27 PM-

"Oh yea, definitely..." Namjoon mumbled with a mouth full of food.

It was bothering me.

Not the fact that Namjoon was being extremely bad mannered; talking with his mouth full.

And not the fact whenever he talked he'd spew out specks of pizza straight onto whoever was across from him—the sad victim being a pouting Hoseok who was gradually losing his temper with every spew— No, if anything that was amusing.

What was bothering me was how a person who just showed up and breathed, could be qualified enough to already sit in such a high rank like that. When, I myself, had to go through a lot of work and change to get to where I am today, everyone sitting here with me did.

"Yup..." As if hearing my thoughts, Namjoon clarifies, "She's definitely got it. A solid 9.5..."

Taehyung's eyes light up after realizing who it was that was being brought up into the topic.

"Wouldn't a solid, be considered a whole number?" I ask, munching on a fresh, red apple.

"You look like a whole number." Namjoon mumbles in defeat.

"Interesting comeback." Taehyung is quick to comment, his eyes gleaming as he stared at something across the room.