Pissbaby's Daughter 【 BTS FF 】

Chapter 4: An Unforgettable Reunion

"Sweetheart, I'm kicking you out of the house", she regretfully sighed. I dropped my phone in shock. Did I hear that correctly? Kicking ME out of MY house? I quickly picked up the phone again and asked: "D-do I have enough time to get my stuff at least?" My mother reassured me that she would leave my stuff by the doorstep. "Joonie, could we pass by my house? I need to collect my stuff since my mom just kicked me out." Namjoon smiled at me sadly and let me pick up my things. "Where are you gonna stay now?", he wondered. I thought about that for a minute. Then a wonderful idea came to mind. "Can I stay at yours?", I begged. He perked up immediately at the thought. "That sounds great! I've always wanted to have a roomate anyways." I smiled at him gratefully. Maybe I could get him back together with Jin as a thank you gift? Namjoon suddenly interrupted my thoughts and said: "But before you move in, you gotta know about my neighbor." Neighbor? Ooh I hope it's another sexy ass obbar. "Oh really? How come?", I smirked, maybe this was another one of his "flings". Namjoon noticed how I was looking at him, so he turned away in embarrassment. "I-It's not like that! I just wanted to warn you, since he plays Jacob Sartorius's entire discography at 2am every single fucking night. I once asked him why he did that and he started hissing at me! Like a fucking pterodactyl furry! I haven't talked to him since", he shivered at the thought of it. Wait.. a furry? I might know this guy! I did have a furry phase in 5th grade AND was president of the furry club, so I might've met him before. "What's his name?", I asked hopefully. "Min Yoongi", he whispered, like he was scared that if he said it too loud, the guy would appear right in front of them. Wait, Min Yoongi? Oh yeah! I definitely knew him. He was the guy who wore big rock ears to school everyday and had a rock as his fursona. He called it his "Rocksona". Maybe he still wanted to "party in the USA" with me? ((Our code word for doing the deed ;)) He did confess to it in 5th grade. But wait... wasn't that him over there-?

''DRIVE YOU UGLY FUCKING CAR!!'', screamed Namjoon as he saw Yoongi standing there innocently. The car wouldn't turn on which eventually turned into Namjoon screaming like a maniac. I think we caught Yoongi's attention because he glanced over at Namjoons car. He kept walking closer and it came to a point where Namjoon gave up on life and hid under the seat. ''Excuse me Ma'am, is something wrong with your husband?'', he asked curiously. ''What no hes just my friend..Wait Yoongi right?? Remember me from 5th grade?? Y/N you know?? President of our beloved club.'', Yoongi's eyes suddenly brightened up.

''It's really you!! I've been trying to find you for ages my love!!'', Yoongi exclaimed while going on one knee. ''Please marry me Y/N we were meant to be!!'', Yoongi begged. The poor thing had really not gotten over me h u h. Well im only 19 and still a virgin so marriage is sadly not an option, plus i did not want a Jacob Sartorius Fan as my husband. '' NAMJOON DRIVE THE CAR NOW!!'', I screamed at the bastard hiding under the seat. Yoongi's expression changed suddenly. ''Don't worry my love i will wait till the day comes where you will love me back'', whispered Yoongi in a sad tone while Namjoon started the engine and drove off to his apartment. ''WAIT SHIT!! ISN'T HE YOUR NEIGHBOR ANYWAY??'', i looked at Joon with a terrified look on my face. I think Namjoon developed strong PTSD because he didn't speak for the rest of the night. He just sat in the corner of his room with a blanket over himself, rocking back and forth while repeating the words: ''It's ok he's gone now''.

After a while of unpacking my things in Namjoons apartment I heard a knock on the door. "Joon could you deal with that?", I asked, since I was busy moving all my stuff into the guest bedroom. I heard Namjoon get up and look through the keyhole, just to make sure it wasn't a serial killer or something. The way he reacted made it seem worse than a serial killer though. He quickly backed away from the door and hid behind the sofa. "Y/N", he said slowly, "it's Min Yoongi, oh god I'm gonna die nononono." As soon as he started crying, I got up and opened the door. And sure enough, Yoongi was standing right in front of me. His eyes looked slightly red. Either he smoked some good kush or he had been crying. I went with the last option. Yoongi might have been a furry fanatic, but he didn't do drugs. "What brought you here?", I tilted my head in a sign of confusion, even though I already knew why he came. "Why did you drive away?", he pouted cutely. Wait, cutely? Hell no, I already rejected this rock furry, I wasn't going back. "Well, to be fair, I wasn't the one driving", I tried to say, but he immediately caught onto my utter bullshit. "I literally heard you scream at Namjoon to drive." Ah shit, well I'm fucked aren't I? "Look Yoongi, just because I touched your furry ears in 5th grade doesn't mean I'm going to accept your proposal 9 years later", I sighed frustratedly. Yoongi looked down to the floor, breaking eye contact with me. After a few seconds of silence, I started to hear some sniffling coming from the man in front of me. "Oh no Yoo-", I started, but he interrupted me. "You said we'd be together forever, then you moved away without telling me. I felt hopeless for months. Did I ever mean anything to you? Was our friendship a joke? Why didn't you tell me?!", he cried. I stood there, shellshocked, watching my best friend from nine years ago break down in front of me. "You know what? I'm done chasing after you. No matter what I do, I can never be good enough, can I?", he smiled through the tears. "Bye Y/N, I hope karma treats you well." And with that, he was already walking away.

I stood there not knowing what to say. After few minutes I shrugged my shoulders and closed the door. ,, Namjoon stop crying.'', I said when I passed by the crying Namjoon on the floor. Yoongi is talking bullshit. Karma what? I hoped that Yoongi's love faded a little and we could be friends...