Wait a minute, where’s Namjoon?
You suddenly sit bolt upright when you hear the clatter of pans and the running of water downstairs.
“Crap,” you mutter under your breath as you pull on your pajamas and run downstairs, only to skid to a stop as you stare uncomprehendingly at the scene before you.
Namjoon is busily mixing some batter into a bowl and a carton of eggs is sitting on the marble counter top. The kitchen is a mess! Flour was everywhere; some flour had even found its way into Namjoon’s hair! Normally, you would’ve considered this cute, but you were in a bad mood.
“KIM NAMJOON! WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING????” you yell at the top of your lungs as you stand there with your arms akimbo.
He looks up, startled, and his face froze at the sight of your angry face. “Um, making breakfast?” he ventures nervously.
“You know I always make breakfast! Why can’t you just let-” you’re cut off as Namjoon walks past you. You glare daggers at him.
“Fine, you make breakfast then,” he mutters as he starts walking up the stairs. “I just wanted to make breakfast just this once as a a surprise for you, you know,” he manages to say before falling silent.
As he disappears, you suddenly feel incredibly guilty. You had yelled at your precious Joonie, and made him feel bad. You clean up the kitchen and prepare your and Joonie’s breakfast. Gradually, you let your anger subside.
Namjoon comes down in silence, and you two eat in silence. As he grabs his keys, you stand up to kiss him goodbye, hoping that by now he wouldn’t be angry, but he turns away.
“Joonie-” you start, but he interrupts.
“Don’t,” he says bitterly. “Do you know how much time I spent trying to make you breakfast, and you yelled at me!” he looks at you with a mixture of sadness and anger on his face. Not bothering to wait for an answer, he spins around and stomps out the door, slamming the door so hard that a vase falls and crashes into a million pieces. The God of Destruction indeed.
You stand there, mouth agape and tears streaming down your face. Quickly, you fumble for your phone and call Jimin. He’ll understand.
“Hey, noona! I was about to call you! What’s up?” Jimin’s cheerful voice asks over the phone.
“I yelled at Namjoon because he was making a huge mess in the kitchen even though he was making breakfast as a surprise for me, and he got mad! And the worse part is that he wouldn’t even kiss me goodbye!” you wail like a spoiled child.
“Wow, noona, you messed up big time. Meanwhile, we need you at the studio. Listen, I’ll talk to him when he gets here, okay?” Jimin asks.
“Okay, okay,” you sniffle, wiping away the tears. “Okay, bye, Jimin.”
“Bye, ______,” Jimin answers and hangs up.
A few hours later…..
Your phone rings and you pick up. It’s a phone number that you don’t recognize.
You decide to answer. “Hello?”
“Hello, I’m assuming this is Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend, ______ ______?” the person on the other end asks.
“Yes, what’s the matter?” you fidget impatiently.
“Well, ma’am, he’s been in a car accident.”
And we have another cliffhanger! Sorry, I just had to put the God of Destruction in there! Anyways, I have to go exercise. Bye!!