UNTHERAPY || KTH ☠︎

⁰¹⁵ | privilege

You sigh as you look out of the window of Namjoon's car.

Namjoon and Leena practically made you sit like a China porcelain doll while they made you up and prepared you for your grand date with Park Jimin.

"You're acting as if we're dropping you off to the boarding school." Leena laughs and Namjoon rolls his eyes.

"She's just an attention seeking drama queen."

"Shut up before I cut your spleen." You retort.

You suddenly remember that Aunt Ara was going to drop San Ji at your apartment for a week in Seoul. You sigh.

"I haven't received any updates about that internship, by the way. Namjoon, was that company a fraud or something?"

"Your résumé must have caused them to shut down the whole company, sis, I don't know." He responds and Leena squeaks in laughter.

You mutter a tiny harmless curse word at him as he halts the car.

"Get out." He walks to your door and holds it open. "Have a good date and don't show me your face unless you do have one."

"Mind your own business, brah." You hiss at him, "I don't want to date Park Jimin."

With your anxiety you're sure you're just gonna make a fool of yourself. Namjoon grunts.

"Say that again if you want acne covered skin."

"Leena!" You whine with closed eyes and frustration laced in your voice.

You understand they're doing this to create a distraction for you and to help ease things out for you. But he doesn't understand your anxiety! This is practically torture!

"Namjoon, stop. She's not gonna enjoy her date just because you asked her to."

Thank you!

"She's a rebel, you know that." She continues and you groan and take your thanking back. Leena is saggy boobed bitch and that's final. You climb down the car as Namjoon holds your hand.

"Oh, you're right." Namjoon agrees with Leena dramatically, "Well, may your date suck."

"Geroff, Namjoon."

"You could have insulted me in another one of your classic rhymes, y/n. You know what rhymes with suck, right?" He winks at you.

"Get fucked." You say sassily.

"That's not an insult," He grins. "But oh, I will."

You retch dramatically and are about to kick his butt, but then you give up because you just don't have the energy.

He sighs, a brotherly glint of mischief in his eyes as he tucks your hair behind your ear and Leena sprays mild feminine perfume at your wrist.

You feel suffocated with all the attention, you really do. This makes you increasingly anxious.

"It's not the seduction type of perfume, don't worry," Leena informs you when you sniff at your wrist and make a face. "It's just to make the mood."