The Way It Is✔ || KNJ

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*JIAYING'S P.O.V.*

It's been a few weeks since I met Namjoon, and days after we started dating. Yet he still hasn't told me anything.

As we are dating, I had a small journal with me, keeping updates and what I've found out.

Which was almost absolutely nothing.
Those motherfuckers sure know how to keep quiet.

I've been patient enough this whole time to wait for them to spill the beans and tell me. But they haven't.
I would have expected Namjoon to have told me by now, but that hasn't happened either. Guess I really do have to wait. It's only been a few weeks.

Both Saturday and Sunday I had spent with Namjoon. We went out or we were at his house.

Lately though, I have seen Namjoon more, cautious.

He's been careful to where we are outside his house and looks for someone before hand. I shrugged it off most times though.

I was walking inside the math classroom with Namjoon when I spotted someone familiar. In the very front seat.

I squinted my eyes a bit, trying not to make it obvious.

My eyes widened as I realized who it was.

Before I could say anything, he turned around and looked at me.

"Hey, Jiyoung," he whispered to me.

B-Baekhyun?

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out as I didn't know his fake Identity.

I looked around to see Namjoon talking with the boys.

So I sneakily grab Baekhyun's arm and pull him out of the classroom.

I run to the lockers and start interrogating.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here?!" I angrily asked him.

"Your father sent me here," he calmly says.

"Are you out of your god damn mind, Baekhy-" I was cut of by him pressing a finger over my lips to shush me.

"Shhhhh, here I'm not them, I'm Lin Baekon. Your cousin!" He happily says.

I face palm. "You've seriously lost it."

"Oh c'mon 'Jiyoung'. You go by a fake name, why can't I?"

"I have a reason to!"

"And I don't?"

"Spill."

"Your father wants me to watch you so he won't keep asking you for updates and I'll give him the answers."

I roll my eyes.

"What the actual fuck, you are three freakin' years older than me."

"Not anymore~" he says as he snakes an arm around my shoulder.

With one finger, I take his arm off. "I don't need you to watch over me. Baehyun- I mean, Baekon. You aren't my parent. Not even my parent, my father, watches over me like that," I state.

He looks at me nervously, "actually Jia- Jiyoung, I've been spying on you since you first went outside your house to go to Namjoon's."

My mouth goes wide. "YOU WHAT?!"

"Shhh! Keep it down Ms. Lin!" He says.

"That sounds weird. You've always called me either Ms. Wang or Jiaying," I shiver.

It's only 1 minute before class starts," he points out.

Without looking at him, I rush to class. Leaving him behind.

As I get in, I feel all eyes on me.

"You're almost a second late, Ms. Lin," the teacher says.

"S-sorry, it won't happen again," I shyly say as I go to my seat.

"Mianhe, Mrs. Choi. Jiyoung was helping me find class, I'm new here," Baekhyun says as he goes to the front seat again.

"Oh! Well in that case, you are both excused," Mrs. Choi says as she walks to her desk.

I sigh in relief.

"You were already in the classroom, how did you get back out?" Namjoon whispered to me.

"He's actually my, um, cousin! I didn't know he was going to attend here, and I saw him wondering around the hallway confused as we were going to class. So I went back out to find him," he say, making sure not to hesitate.

"Oh, he's your cousin?" Yoongi said, not looking back at me.

"Yeah. He is," I confidently say.

"What's his name?" Jin asks meeting my eyes.

"His name is," shit, what was his name?! Bacon? No. Baekon! "Baekon! His name is Lin Baekon. From my dad's family."

They all make an 'O' shape with their mouths as they nod. I spare a small glance at Yoongi and it looks like he was intrested in my response.

"So if he's your cousin, why didn't he sit close to you?" Yoongi asks.

Somehow, it bothered me.

"We just aren't in the best terms. I try to make him happy and have a family relationship with him and help him like today. But his mother isn't on good terms with my father. So him and I aren't either. Which is sad," I lie. Hoping they'd believe me.

They looked at me with "it's okay" faces. But I could tell Yoongi wasn't buying it at all as he looked at me with a fake smile.

For all classes before lunch, I noticed Baekyun was in my classes. He would sit far from me, but would constantly be looking back.

As for lunch, he would sit in the table next to us.

After lunch, he was again in all my classes. Sitting far from me.

After school, I was leaving my locker with Namjoon when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly turn around and see Baekyun smiling down at me.

"Baekon?" I asked, mentally laughing.

"J-Jiyoung, hey," he shyly said. I actually couldn't tell whether it was an act or not.

Before I could respond, Baekhyun looked down and noticed that both Namjoon and I were holding hands.

Honestly, it stung my heart a little.

I have liked Baekhyun since we were little, though I've never told him. I don't think father would ever accept.

Seeing the sight of Baekhyun himself witnessing my love dovey relationship with Namjoon hurts. But what could I do. At least he knew about it. Right?

I was getting a little nervous and there was awkwardness, so I quickly bowed and walked away with Namjoon not looking back. I felt bad afterwards.

"Joonie, I'm going home," I said as I gave him a quick peck and walked away.

He waved at me and went his way.

When walking, I could hear footsteps behind me. At this point, I could care less, I just kept walking.

"Jiaying, wait." I recognized the voice immediately. But I was still really pissed off at him for not telling me beforehand that he'd be at my school. Or that he was spying on me!

I didn't spare a single glance at him as I continued walking. Once we reached the bus stop, he took my wrist and turned me towards him.

"Let go of me!" I shouted as I freed myself from his grip.

"Jiaying, look, I'm sorry. I really am. I was going to tell you, but your father-"

"Just leave me alone, Baekhyun!" I interrupted him as I had turned back around and left.