philophobia | namsoo

xii

The rest of the days we had spent traveling Namjoon was pretty cold with me. But who could blame him?

I decided that when we went back, I would have a discussion with him about everything. I really liked his presence and everything but it was also exhausting to know that a person is so cold and could possibly hate you.

When we got back, the first thing was to drive Namjoon home. I stopped and parked my motorbike at like five minutes from his house.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No."

"Come on Joon, tell me, are you mad at me for telling you to mind your own bussiness?"

He just had to say yes. That was the only requirement. "No."

"Joon."

"Soo."

"You are unbelievable."

"I know."

His short replies just annoyed me more and more, to the point I wanted to slap him.

"Are you sure? Please, tell me. What should I do for you, so we are alright again?"

Namjoon's eyes suddenly got bigger, denoting interest in what I said. "You would do anything?"

Oh, no. In what did I get myslef in?

"Yes." I replied confidently, even though I felt the opposite.

"Alright. I will tell you later, after I think. Now can we go home?"

"Um, sure." I replied, my tone lacking the confidence from before.

When we got at his house, Yoongi opened the door and greeted us, then invited me for dinner. I couldn't refuse his offer, since it smelled great and Jin was the one cooking.

"So, how was the vacation?" Jin asked first, breaking the awkward silence.

"Interesting. She met her ex, who cheated on her."

I felt the need to slap Namjoon. Jin, on the other hand, looked more interested on the topic, wanting to know more.

"Did you give him a second chance?" He got up, looking at me i disbelief.

"No. We just..." I looked at Namjoon, a little unsure of what to say. He just winked, without anyone noticing. "We just talked. Nothing more."

Jin looked at Namjoon, waiting for his version. He looked at me, I looked at him. If looks could have killed, he would have died right there, in that moment, for about four times.

"She tells the truth."

My cousin, Jin, looked at me unsure of what to think. He probably realised we lied. Well, we didn't really lied. I almost got back together with him and I wish I did. But I listened to Namjoon, so hopefully, things could have went smooth.

"I know you pretty well and something doesn't add up..." He mumbled and started eating.

We all started eating as well. I looked at the soju bottles that continued to appear on the table, but I couldn't take even a sip. Just one cup of soju was too much for me, who wanted to drive herself back home. The others started drinking and offering me soju, but I rejected it every time.

"So, the break went pretty well, right?"

"Yeah, um... sure." I replied faster than Namjoon, who's reaction time was slowed down by the alchohol in his body. "Well, I am done eating. Namjoon, can we talk for a bit? Please. Bye guys, I have to go!"

He approved silently after the boys greeted me, by just moving his head and getting up. He followed me outside, where no one was that could hear us.

"Don't tell Jin or the others anything, alright? Don't make me regret the fact that I listened to you."

"I won't. Drive safely. We talk later."

He looked pretty sober, even if he wasn't really the strong, resistant drinker.

I watched him get back in the house and wondered if he was still mad at me. Only time could tell.