"what happened to your face!?"
"appa, it was just an accident."
"an accident!? this is no accident! your face is ruined!"
"appa, please—"
"tell me who done these cuts on your faces!"
he didn't want to.
he didn't want to hurt yoongi nor hoseok.
"i..i fell."
"you fell?" his father raised a brow.
"yes."
"that causes only a small tiny bandaid?"
yoongi said it blended in with namjoon's skin.
he probably lied to get over with it.
his father understood the one of his forehead but not the one under his eye!
"go on and work, we'll discuss this later."
his father walked away, making namjoon frown.
he was able to lift his head back up and put his hands to the side.
yes, he had a strict father, even if he's the chairman.
namjoon went to his room and just sat down on the edge of his bed, sighing sadly.
he lift his hand up, taking off the bandaid that covered his first cut, hissing a bit from the rip.
he had to keep the other one on because it's stitched up.
hoseok is basically one of his friends now.
but what about yoongi?
what is he?
a stranger?
