philophobia | namsoo

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For some reason, his opinion didn't equal zero, at least for me, even if in that moment, that was probably how he felt.

"Soo, this is Jong-min?" He asked me with his calm voice, which scared me a little.

"Yes."

"You are together? Again?" He asked.

"Is this your boyfriend? I wasn't expecting this from you." Jong-min smirked.

"No. I am just a friend." Namjoon replied. His voice was calm but somehow annoyed.

"Then mind your own bussiness."

That was something I wanted to avoid. Taking sides when two friends are fighting. Was I really friends with Jong-min? Again? I thought the situation again before taking a side.

Jong-min, your boyfriend, or Namjoon, your friend?

"You back off." I replied. "Don't be rude to any of my friends."

"Really? I am-"

Before he could finish his sentence, I cutted him off. "My ex. Nothing more."

"But..."

"You are nothing more than a rude cheater. You haven't changed a little since then."

Jong-min mumbled something that I deemed as unimportant. I linked arms with Namjoon and dragged him from there, since I could sense Jong-min was in danger.

When we got some distance from him, Namjoon opened his mouth to talk. "Did you really date him again?"

I didn't like his attitude at all. It was like he quarelled me. "Why do you care? Maybe he really chan-"

"People don't change. You are too good. And naive. You will get hurt, and I don't want to see that."

"Awh, so you do care about me!" I sweetened my voice.

"No. I just don't want you to complain after this that you got hurt and no one helped." He rolled his eyes.

"If you don't care about me, stop giving advice."

"Soo, you will get hurt. This guy doesn't care."

"Neither do you." I bitterly smiled, a little hurt about what he said earlier. Plus, my name is Jisoo, not Soo. If I call you Joon, you won't like it either."

"Fine. Call me Joon or Namjoon. I don't care about you or what happens to you."

"Available vice versa." I replied, a little hurt by his comment. "But you know what? No one, including me, likes to hear a person doesn't care about them. Take a mental note."

"I hate you..." He mumbled.

"Yeah, yeah."

I love you. I didn't think I would be able to tell him those three, important words. But people are full with surprises. Including me.

"Yeah, well I love you."

Surprise motherfucker! I did had the courage to tell him. His face went instantly pale, no reply coming from him.

I wasn't feeling bad for making his face go paler than a ghost's. He did hurt my feelings, so why not make a surprise and send it to him?

I love you. I usually don't throw these three words.

"People change. Sexualities can change. Feelings can change. So why can't he?"

Maybe I should have apologized, but who was he to tell me what I should do?