"Freaks?" Namjoon questioned, stretching his forever red hands. He massaged the sore knuckles with his left hand that was equally as red and sore. "Freaks." he repeats and scoffs at the name. "Us?" He turned his head at the girl that watched him cautiously from her chair. "We're not freaks." He sneers, his hands hitting the table that seperated them. "They are."Todos los derechos reservados