stuck with you. k.nj

chapter one: it's not that simple.

chapter one:
it's not that simple.
misook's pov.

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        IT HAS BEEN BARELY 24 HOURS yet it feels like an entire week has flown by. Time seemed to slow down immediately after Namjoon arrived. Since I didn't want to face the dirty asshole ever again, I stayed hidden in my room and ignored dinner as if I just started hibernation. I pretty much am hibernating now since quarantine will limit my chances of ever leaving this damned household again.

After skipping dinner, I decided on grabbing a snack later tonight instead. Consequently, and also in short, I have been bored out of mind. Sure, Jisoo has been great company — virtually — but I wanted to go out and actually move. Even my legs started cramping due to the fact I have been sitting in the same position for the past couple of hours or so.

        I glanced down at the novel on my lap, heaving a sigh. My stomach grumbled desperately and I finally gave in. Just a small, quick snack — nobody will notice. Closing the book, which was left on the same page for longer than it should be due to my procrastination, I placed it on my bedside table and stood up. As I did so, I checked the time on my phone.

10:03.

I assumed everyone to be in their rooms by now which made a wave of relief wash over me. Slipping through the door and tiptoeing down the hall, careful not to make any noise, I held my breath. It was dark and I could barely make out anything in the shadows. But, I was able to make it to the kitchen without making any sound. Ain't that impressive, huh? Call me a ninja now. Unfortunately, my cockiness dissipated when a loud creak erupted under my foot and I froze in my place, my heart racing like a wild horse. As soon as I thought I was safe, a light flickered on in a room and soon footsteps could be heard.

        Standing still by the kitchen counter and contemplating on ducking behind it, I looked around anxiously. Hopefully, it's just Mother. But, it could be anyone, and that's what I fear. Catching my lower lip between me teeth, I anticipated for the worst as I stood there stupidly.

        Before I knew it, a tall silhouette was in my gaze but it soon became more vivid when it stepped closer. The lights turned on moments later. I blinked, adjusting to the brightness and soon recognizing the individual in front of me who was leaning against the wall with his hand on the light switch. He dropped his hand to his side, his eyes focused me on now. I immediately could tell he was tired with the way he squinted his eyes and how he rubbed one with his other hand.

        "Uh," I spoke up, feeling awkward all of the sudden and averting my gaze from Namjoon. I faced the cabinets behind me, opening one to get a cereal box out. Though, I felt a presence behind me and an arm reaching out above me. I turned around, my eyes widening and looking up at Namjoon who was leaning towards me until he backed away, waving the cereal box in his hand. He let out a breathless chuckle, a smirk spreading across his face.

        "Need this?" He questioned, dangling the food above my head. I already knew what he was up to.

        "Give me that—" I reached up to grab it but Namjoon was quick to pull it away from my grasp.

        "Nope. This is what you get."

        "For what? Oh, did my words really hurt you? Aw, sorry to damage your ego, but it's just the truth." I replied, pouting sarcastically.

        Namjoon rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "No, I could care less what you think. I'm talking about how you woke me up." He sighed heavily, passing his free hand through his brown hair.

I blinked, snorting a little in spite of him. "Can't you just go back to sleep?" I asked confusedly, furrowing my eyebrows.

"It's not that simple."

"When is anything ever simple for you?" I muttered rhetorically before jumping up to take the cereal away from him but he was already moving it from me.

"Why are you eating now, anyway? You could've just eaten dinner with the rest of us," he said with a cocked brow.

"It's not that simple." I mocked him with a bittersweet smile.

Namjoon frowned, opening his mouth to retort but ended up nodding impressed. "Touché." Was all he responded with.

It took me a moment to register the fact that I just had a practically civil conversation with the boy I hate the most in the world right now. Even if we were throwing subtle hints at each other that we didn't want to be in each other's presences. The more I think about it, the more I realize that he hasn't actually seen me face-to-face since the beginning of sophomore year. I was still a baby face then and he was only starting to grow facial hair. Seems like he got the memo that it isn't attractive. Smiling a little to myself at the thought in spite, I almost forgot the tense silence between us.

"Can I have that back now?" I asked hesitantly, looking up at him with a pout pulling down my face. Namjoon only stared down at me for a moment, his gaze flickering to my lips, down to my legs(?), then back to my eyes. He cleared his throat, stepping away from me and handing the cereal box back to me. He became aware of the proximity between us, and so I became aware as well. Awkwardly, I shifted a little to the side, sliding farther from him.

After the lanky boy moved away from me, I opened the cereal and shoved my hand inside to scoop a handful of the crispy flakes. I arched a brow at his quiet nature, tossing the cereal into my mouth and crunching down on them. "What's up with you?" I asked around the food in my mouth before shaking my head. "Nah, don't answer, I'm actually enjoying you shutting up for once."

At that, Namjoon snickered, dimples on show. "Now I will just have to not shut up," he taunted, leaning back against the kitchen counter in front of me, his hands gripping onto it behind him. "And before you ask, no, I'm not going back to my room." As if his words were supposed to upset me, I simply stared at him blankly.

"Your loss. Guess I'll just head back to my room now." Shrugging, I maneuvered around him and felt confidence swell in my chest at the sight of his taken aback expression. Carrying the cereal with me, I was about to shove my free hand into the pocket of my sweatpants before... no. Blushing, I felt the cold air on my exposed legs and reality dawned on me. I'm not wearing pants.

"Goodnight, Misook-ah. Thank you for the show." I heard Namjoon's smooth voice from behind me.

It took all the strength in me to not turn back around and punch him. Though, I stood there for a moment with fists at my sides and my teeth gritted. Sucking in a deep breath, I tried to calm myself down, but despite my good morals, I still flipped Namjoon off in the end with my middle finger held high. The pervert deserved it.

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as you can tell, the comedy in
this is what you'd find in k-dramas
tbh and yes, be upset at the tension.
don't worry, the rest of the characters
will be introduced soon — i don't
wanna make it seem rushed but this
is a short story and the chapters won't
be too long unfortunately. take whatcha
get sjsjjs— jk i'm trying my best here

anyway, thanks for reading and
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- chocowings