[ Namjin ] Two years

14 - Namjoon

Wow, okay, I don't know if it's because I just got a cold or if it's because I really am not a morning person, or maybe I was drugged in my sleep, but for the passed three litteral minutes, I've destroyed everything I touched. Well, that's not very new but this morning, I broke a vase, my favourite mug and I even managed to break my own shower... Now I'm just in the bathroom, trying to turn the water off, screaming for help, calling Yoongi but he's sleeping profoundly.
Ugh.
I manage to turn it off but my happiness and relief don't last long as I see my phone on the floor, soaked in water. I try drying it and try turning it on but it doesn't light up. Fuck.

I get out of the bathroom and go get dressed for work. Only to realise it's Saturday.

... No comment

I decide to do nothing for a while, fearing to break the TV if I turn it on. I'm just gonna read a book.
I find the book Yoongi gave me for my birthday. It's about karma. How convenient.
Yoongi gets in the living room, eyes puffy and rubbing them. He goes to the kitchen and looks for cereals.
"Do you really think it's a good idea?  It's 2 p.m" I say.
"I already poured milk on them."
Whatever.
He comes in the living room. And turns the TV on. He watches some anime, with a school girl getting chased by some kind of monster... What do they smoke these days?
I just get my glasses and concentrate on my book. He turns whatever this is off after finishing his "breakfast".
"I'm gonna take a shower." he says and I respond with "okay".
Finally some silence.

"What the fuuck!" Yoongi screams, some profanities continuing to roll out of his mouth.
Shit, I forgot.
I get in there and try fixing the shower the way I did it earlier.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you."
"What happened?"
"Nothing!  I just... Touched this and it broke. My phone as well."
He says nothing, not surprised. He leaves to his room.

That's just the usual.
I'm bored. So I get my car and drive to the café. I get the same thing as usual  get in the seat I always sit in and read my book.
I can hear nothing but Taehyung making coffee. Practically nobody gets coffee at 2 p.m. It's very quiet and that makes me very happy.
It's only after finishing my coffee that I realise, I don't have his number anymore. With my phone being broken and the SIM card stuck in there, I can't talk with him anymore.
I try not to look like I'm having a breakdown here. When I'm about to go home and bang my head on every wall I see, I hear the door bell and see him.
Maybe karma isn't such a bitch after all.
I try to stay discrete and hope he'll come to me.
Wait, he didn't text me. I didn't even have his number saved. Does he even care about me? Why am I actually caring about this?

I get back to my book and hear him thanking the barista. He is seated at the opposite of the café and I hesitate to go and say hello.
I decide not to and leave this place. But he's right next to the door and he watches me.
Abort mission!
"Hey Namjoon!"
He gets up and shakes my hand and smiles at me.
" Hey Jin, how are you?"
"Could be better... You?"
"I'm just fine." I say, lying.
He offers me the seat in front of him. The question of why he didn't text me lingers in my head while he talk to me about some promotion he had. I just nod, too upset that he didn't text me. Wow, I'm such a kid.
He asks me a question but I didn't hear it. I ask if he could repeat and he laughs.
"You didn't hear anything of what I just said, did you?" he asks, not seriously.
"I'm gonna be honest and say no." I answer, laughing.
"I said, are you not interested in my offer?"
"Which one?"
"Oh my God, did you even get my text?"  he laughs.
"What text?" I say, pretty clueless.
He looks shocked and betrayed.
"I sent you a text yesterday."
"Oh... I didn't get it..."
"Then who got it?" he laughs "Did you give me a fake number?" he says and laughs to hide the pain.
"No, no, no! I broke my phone." I'm lying to hide the fact that I thought it was just an e-mail from a colleague.
He doesn't seem to believe me. "Show me" what?  "Show me your phone"
"You don't believe me?" I smile. He responds "No I don't"
" Well I don't have it here, I left it home"
"Why the he'll would you leave your phone at home?"
"Because it's broken"
His cheeks flush, probably because of embarrassment. I snort, not to seem mean but because he actually looks cute.
"I'm sorry for this really stupid question..." he ends up by chuckling.
A slight silence is set before I speak.
"How about you give me your number and I'll call you second I get a new phone." I smile, he does the same.
"I'd like that."
He gets a napkin and a pen and writes his number. He finishes his coffee, gives me the napkin and leaves this place, winking at me. He leaves me here, alone.
I watch the napkin and see he put three hearts under his number.

While my heart skips a beat seeing them.

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