"mr.kim, you have a visitor."
"again, it's namjoon. you don't need to call me that."
"it's your father's orders. i cannot do that."
he just sighed, putting his pencil down.
"let whoever in."
she nodded and smiled softly at the person who waited outside, opening the door more wide to let the person in.
namjoon lifted his head up from his book.
he widen his eyes.
"y-yoongi."
he immediately got off of his bed to stand up.
"wh..what are you doing here—how did you know where i live?"
"i asked questions..." yoongi gulped hard.
"why are you here?"
"i..i have something to say."
"oh. what is it?"
"i'm..."
namjoon's brows curled.
"i'm sorry."
namjoon widen his eyes. "..hm?"
"don't make me say it again." yoongi scoffed.
"you're..apologizing?"
yoongi slowly nodded.
"but..you said..apologizing is like..weak."
"hoseok told me to do it." he crossed his arms.
"mmmmhm. did he?" namjoon raised a brow.
yoongi clenched his jaw. "okay, fine." he sighed in annoyance. "i-uh..feel bad for cutting your face..from that one day."
"oh. so..you made yourself apologize or did hoseok make you?" namjoon knitted his brows.
"i made myself do it. but hoseok made me think about it while him and i talked."
"are you guys friends again?"
"we were always friends." yoongi looked away. "i just pushed him away a lot."
"right." namjoon rubbed his own arm nervously. "listen uh..were you alright?"
yoongi looked up at him.
he just curled his brows and looked away. "i should go."
