The Way It Is✔ || KNJ

019

*JIAYING'S P.O.V.*

"You Fake Bitch," Namjoon told me.

"It Was Part Of The Plan," I responde, trying to seem tough and careless.

"You selfish asshole." Namjoon said.

"You don't understand!" I shouted at him, harshly placing my hand over the desk.

"Die in hell."

"And Leave me alone."

"STOP!" I suddenly shouted. That was my last barrier as I bursted out in tears.

"YOU DON'T KNOW ME KIM NAMJOON! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH. YOU DON'T KNOW WHY I'M DOING THIS! SO SHUT THE HELL UP!"

I breathed in and out for a minute. And walked towards him. Kneeling down.

"Y-you don't understand," I softly said as I rested my head on his lap.

"I-I was forced t-to do t-this," I manage to say, "just like I-I was f-forced to join the m-my f-father's mafia g-gang."

I understood it all now.

I knew it all now.

All, meaning my emotions and my feelings.

Everytime I looked into Namjoon's eyes, I could see him being the caring, loving, strong person he is.

"Your boyfriend my get mad if he sees you like this," he said. Though you can clearly hear his voice cracking.

I shook my head aggressively, "don't say it like that, he isn't my boyfriend. I don't know what the hell got into him. He is my bestfriend since childhood."

I looked into his eyes. He had tears running down his cheeks. I quickly wiped them off as tears ran down my own cheeks.

"Why are you crying, Joonie? Don't cry," I say, wiping off his tears.

"I-I loved you. N-No! I-I Love you!" He said, and even more tears fell down from both our eyes.

I kissed him. I leaned in and kissed him.

He responded immediately.

"I love you too," breaking the kiss, I softly whispered.

I didn't think I'd say that. I didn't plan on saying that. But I said it. And it was real. I meant it and I knew it.

I stood up and walked to the whieboard, wiping away my tears.

They all looked at me in sadness. I stared at them in pain.

A little time later, my father walked in. I quickly stood up straight.

"Father?" I asked.

"Look at what you did, Jiaying. I'm so proud of you," he said, pulling me into a hug.

I didn't respond to it. I was too shocked. My father never hugged me. NEVER.

"Both you and Hedi are acting weird today, Father," I tease.

"I'm just really proud of you."

You smiled and nodded, "Thank you."

"Now, why don't you go to your room for a while. I'll deal with them," he coldly said, looking at them.

I felt pain in my heart as he said that. I knew exactly what he meant.

I tried to quickly stop him, "B-But father! I'll deal with them, don't worry-"