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I apoligise but i will randomly switch from namjoon's pov to 3rd person. ( You will be notified for a switch to seokjin, jugkook, or tae's pov's)
Namjoon always hated the fact that he lived to far away from the college to ride the student bus. The subway just didn't feel safe to him, first off it was so akward and random old people and children would stare at him. He fought his grudge because it was free with his scholorship and it was better then walking the 10 miles to school and back everyday. You see the bus was were Namjoon met up with taehyung, Tae and him had been bestfriends for the past 6 years. Tae didn't always like namjoon as a bestfriend for the first three and a half years he had a small crush on his oblivious hyung. Avintually Tae had realised that Namjoon was to blockheaded, besides being the smartest kid in there grade since pre-k, to notice that he liked him. Thank god his crush slowly disapeared and he started to fall for another boy name Park Jimin. At this very moment Taehyung is tugging Namjoon into his lap to make the short boy jealous. Namjoon had no clue as he just wanted to warn Taehyung that there stop was coming up as he rested against the youngers chest. The subway stopped and Namjoon snapped Tae out of his daze tugging him by his arm out of the station. Not before Tae gave Jimin a big grin thinking it would ruffle the others feathers. Just between you and I it did not affect the shorter boy at all.
Namjoon walked into the first lecture hall for his music class, he was majoring Film and visual arts but he had a minor in music. He actual enjoyed the classes he sat in the middle farthest from the door. He liked that he could see the proffesor well while also staying away from anyone coming into the class room, and most kid sat closer to the door in the very front or the farthest back. As he sat down before everyone entered he felt a rumble in his stomache and a wave of heat hit him. He felt sick but continued to sit down as he couldn't get notes from any one but Yoongi, sadly the male had already called Joon to tell him he was sick and asked him to take notes. Namjoon started to feel dizzy so he took out his voice recorder incase he passed out, not wanting to disapoint his friend or his proffesor. As he looked for his recorder he felt something move against his leg quit roughly. He looked to the side to see a cute boy about to sit down, he gave Namjoon a cute smile his ear length hair wishing as he sat. Just as namjoon stopped staring he felt the recorder pulling it out. Honestly, the old sickness had been covered with a new found emmbaressment because as soon as he started recording he threw up, all over the new student. He quickly stood up truly tramautized. "I'm so sorry I knew i should have went home as soon as I felt sick but i needed the notes for my friend and im really sorry can I help you clean up i have a spare shirt in my bag and i-" The now angry boy stood up his pissed of expression scared namjoon but honestly, it's what he deserved.
"Your gonna help me clean up in the bathroom got it dumbass?" Namjoon started to feel less sick as he gathered his things and ushered Jungkook to the nearest bathroom. "uhm not to sound like a creeper but can you remove your shirt?". The younger complied throwing the shirt in the nearest garbadge can. "Gross you got your disgustiong vomit all over my neck and stuff" He was completely right, Joon could still see his cup of expired milk and rice drip down the boys neck and arms all the way down to his ...abs. Namjoon turned pink as he quickly ran to the other side of the room getting one wet paper towel. He went to hand it the the slightly shorter boy but he just scowled. "Do.. do you want me to wash it off?". "Of course your gonna fucking wash it off your the one who got it all over me!". Namjoon hurried to rub of all the old food, his movements stuttered when he got to his abs but the push of the younger grab his wrist and pulling it down brought him back to his rubbing. He had got it all of quickly as the silence combined with the soft breathing of the boy and his own heavy breathing made his anxiety roar up. " Uh here's the shirt it's just a plain white on so let's hope no one else pukes on you.." Namjoon's joke echoed but the once mad boy infront of him just looked more pissed. "Enough with the jokes leave the bathroom I don't want anyone seeing us come out of the same bathroom". The words hurt him but he was used to it by now, he could already tell the boy would be popular with the kids at school. He hurried out of the bathroom not before quickly grabbing the bile soacked t-shirt out of the trash with out the changing boy looking. He rolled it up and hid in in a pocket in his bag.
The smell followed him back to class but as he entered he told the proffesor that he was sick, but he fewlt better now. He sat down in the now clean seats. Luckily he left his recorder and he caried on taking his classes until lunch. He sat under an oak tree right behind the cafeterria it wasn't anything special, it was a dying tree as the winter aproached. It was to cold to be outside but he hated to sit inside at lunch, and his knee length coat kept him quite warm as he ate his homeaid bibimbop. His neighboor and and crush had made it for him. Namjoon lived in a small three room apartment, one small bathroom, a bedroom, and a room with a couch and kitchen. His Neighboor seokjin had moved in only 3 months earlier and had instantly, taken a liking to namjoon. He loved feeding him and listening to the songs namjoon would sing quietley to in the middle of the night. Seokjin had planned on going back to university in a couple of weeks.
As joon ate he heard a bottle twist open, he looked over to see one of his friends, Jung Hoseok cracking open a sprite as he layed against the tree a couple of inches away from namjoon. Namjoon had met Hoseok or as he liked to call him Hobi, through his friend yoongi. The started dating at the beginning of the year, and Yoongi made sure Hoseok was compatible with his friends before confirming there relationship. Namjoon apologized to the slightly older boy multiples of times for the forced friendship but he just laughed it off. "Hey Namjoon, have you seen Taehyung today he owes me five bucks, also you don't look to good, are you ok?". Namjoon turned towards him and smiled slightly. "Taehyung has a different lunch today remmember? He took that dance class so he can stare at that kid Jimin. Also im fine i think I just drank some bad milk this morning." He roled his eyes and flew his head back dramaticly. He let out a loud 'OW' rubbing the spot that collided with the great oak. "DAMN I forgot my lunch today, Im sooo jealoussss Joooonieee, Can you share..." He clasped his hands together like a dramatic child, before I signaled him to dig in. I told him I already ate a bunch but I really wasn't that hungry so I let him have it all. After a quick conversation about Yoongi and Taehyung's creepy jimin obsession we both headed to our visual arts class.
It was my last class of the day and I quickly wrote down everything before rushing out of class, I waved and said my goodbyes to Hobi before meeting Taehyung at our spot. He smiled and pulled me in for a hug. He pulled away quickly with a crinkled nose. "Gross you smell like vomit". I stuck my tongue out at him and told him everything that happened with the new kid." Kim Namjoon... YOU THROUGH UP ON JEON JUNGKOOK? Your screwed he's famous ya know he's gonna be in that new movie chasing adeline". I stopped myself in my tracks " omg Tae.. through up on some random celebrity that I don't care about, WHY SHOULD I CARE IF HE'S FAMOUS. I'm more worried about how I'm gonna get this stain out of his shirt." Tae huffed and after some bickering and a long subway ride I got of at my stop leaving Taehyung to go to his house. I walked to my job were I dry cleaned clothes. I know I was pretty lucky to get it as it's pretty calming but my pizza delivery job cancels that out. I managed to clean all the clothe build up while i was gone, as orders come in i complete them, and give people there clothing back. I lock up the dry cleaner part of the store as its 8pm. I leave the laundrymat part open until i come back from my delivery job at 1 am. I walk to work and deliver pizza's like normal making sure that no costumers are mad and pocketing my very helpful tips. I start to walk back from the pizza place to the laundrymat to see some one in there i flip the sign to closed as i enter. "Uhm excuse me sir but the laundry mat clothes two hours ago can you finish your last load and leave?" The man walks up to me and I look up at him fear filling my body. He just smiles and asks if I could load his clothes into his truck for a tip. I comply and load everything into the car hearing a couple of clicks behind me.
(Huge sexual harrasment warning if you don't wan't to see it please scroll tell you see bold letters)
I turn right as he takes a picture the flash blinding me. "Uh can you please not take pictures of me while i'm working?" i managed to stutter it out as he walk closer to me puhing me up against his closed car door. He starts a video as he pulls at my shirt. The cold air hitting me making me start to shake " Sir, please stop you don't have to do this." He slaps me hard and started to hit me all over until im quiet. He lands a couple hard punches on my face. Then, He rip the shirt off completely. He runs his disgusting hand all my chest. I try pushing at him tears running down my probably pink by now face. I cry louder not wanting to create a seen but still wanting to escape.
( SEXUAL HARRASMENT OVER)
I manage to kick him in the shin, I make a run for the door and lock it behind me. He bangs on the glass as I call the manager who lives above the store to come down. " Sir there's a... there's a man out side who hurt me... I'm scared he's... He's gonna take me or hurt me." The manager looks me up and down as his face turns angry. " I will not tolerate anyone hurting my workers let me get my gun and I'll drive you home tonight. I'm sorry this happened again is it the same man?". I nod my head no and walk to grab Jungkook's shirt still sobbing. I pull it on and grab my bag from the back. The manager ushers me behind him and then drives me home. He smiles and watches as I walk into the apartment building. I limp upstairs my face still pink and the tears stil gushing down my cheeks as I hug myself. As I get to my door I try to open it over and over before it open's and seokjin peeks around the corner. " HahAh Namjoon are you tipsy cause this is my- oh my god Joon are you ok would you like to come in i can warm you up some pasta". I debate going to my house and crying alone or going over to Seokjin's. " I.. will you not judge me... if I tell you what happened?" He nods and opens the door being careful not to touch me when he notices I flinch away. "Take your time Namjoon I'll warm up food for you." I start to tell Jin what happened and as i talk his face looks more and more upset.
" Are you ok Namjoon? If you want you can stay here tonight?" I nod as my eyes start to dry up. I fill my stomache up as Jin rubs my back, of course after asking me. He pulls me into his side and I start to Nod off. " Namjoon let's take you to the bed, do you mind if we share?" I blush slightly, though still scared that, that ,man is out there. " Ah.. yes please it will make me feel better". He smiles and tucks me in. He turns the lights off and as I feel him get into the bed I pass out finally asleep.