You're in Danger

Chapter 19: Reflection

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*Alyssa POV*

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"Are you busy tonight? I really want to hang out again. I'm bored and the boys are being annoying." Chanyeol complained through the phone.

"I'm not busy, what do you suggest we do?" I asked, laying down on Namjoon's bed.

"Why don't I show you around the city? Or we could get boba, or ice cream, or we could go roller-skating, or-." He rambled on and on.

"What ever you want to do!" I laughed.
"I chose last time."

"Ok, uhhhhhh. Roller-skating!" He almost yelled into the phone.

"Sounds good! I'll meet you outside right now." I said enthusiastically, but grimacing while I said it. We hung up and I squeezed the bridge of my nose with my thumb and index finger.

I can't roller-skate!!

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*Namjoon POV*

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I got out of the shower only to realize that I never got clothes out of my room after I gave it to Alyssa. I dried off as much as I could in the humid room and tied the towel around my waist. I figured I would just ask her through the door to get me a shirt and some shorts from my dresser.

I had my hand in the air, ready to knock on my door when it suddenly opened. I stood there frozen, my brain trying to process what was happening.

"Oh, sorry. I was just about to leave." She said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Alone? Are the girls going with you?" I asked, more concerned focused on her safety than my embarrassment..

"No, Chanyeol is picking me up. So I better get going." She awkwardly laughed and I stepped out of her way.

"Just be safe, ok?" I called after her.

"Always." She smiled and left the dorm.

I sighed and mentally slapped myself for what just happened. I quickly got dressed and joined everybody else in the living room.

"You ok? You look like you're upset." Jungkook said as I sat down with them.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it." I faked smiled and he nodded.

I leaned back and closed my eyes. My mind drifted back to the night I lost my home and went to live with Seokjin.

*flashback*

"I can't do this anymore! I'm leaving! Namjoon, go pack a bag. We're leaving." My mother yelled in frustration at my father as he had come home, once again, completely drunk.

"No you aren't! Both of you are staying right here!" He slurred, slamming his hand on the table.

"All you do is drink our money away! Your son can't even have nice things for school!" She yelled, grabbing a bag filled with her belongings.