Not What it Seems | BTS x Reader | Reverse Harem

Chapter 38 - My Business

"OMG Joon!" Her face lit up as she saw the rapper, walking right past me, she went to greet him with a big hug. I didn't take that too offensively. I mean to be honest, we have never been properly introduced.

"You would not believe what just happened!" She released the stoic Namjoon from her arms, looking as uncomfortable as ever, like the cliched fish out of water. "These unnies and I were having dinner after work, just around the corner at that barbecue place? And I remembered that BigHit was only 2 blocks from here.."

She had her arm around him like he hadn't been avoiding her this entire time, like they were old school mates singing karaoke, like nothing was wrong. And you could tell Namjoon was struggling to navigate his way out of this one. He couldn't appear rude in front these people he had never met, and yet he didn't want to be there at all. I knew he wanted to reassuringly look at me too, but he couldn't give that away, he needed to show me that this was his decision, his battle.

".. long story short, they didn't believe that I knew BTS.. so here we are!" a roar of demure yet pretentious laugh burst out of the group standing a few metres away from me. A laugh I had been well accustomed to in my adult life and my few months in the entertainment industry. The laugh of social niceties, charades, and conscious courtesy.

That's so unfair. I whined like a child. Bringing these unnies so Namjoon couldn't say no to her. So that he had no choice but to be nice to her.

So fucking unfair.

She was willing to cheat in this game and I was disgusted by it.

Noticing something in the corner of my eyes, I forced myself to focus and come back from my internal monologue. Zooming in on Namjoon and Jihye, I realised that she was slipping a note into his jacket pocket.

Was it to meet up? Did she want to talk to him?

..but this is none of my business.. right?

Fuming beneath the surface, I walked off because I couldn't deal with any more of this travesty. It was none of my business, and I had no right to judge. And you know what? If Namjoon was just going to fall back into into this pattern, then that's on him.

So I went about my day, pretending like this incident didn't bother me at all. Pretending like it wasn't gnawing a hole in the back of my brain.

"I'm not going." I heard just as I was on my way to clock off. I was going to run straight home, or maybe buy a tub of ice cream on my way there.. or three.

"Why are you telling me this?" it was a matter-of-fact statement with no hidden agenda. This Jihye fatwa is supposed to be between Namjoon and his conscience. Here he was trying to justify himself to me.

"Here," he put the scrunched up ball of a note in my hand, ignoring my question. The note was crumpled and weathered, a sign that he had opened and read it multiple times. It was definitely folded when Jihye first gave it to him. ".. take it. I know you saw Jihye slip this. I'm not going to see her. I made a promise."

His declaration was met by silence on my part. I was unsure of what to say or even how I was supposed to react to this. Was he trying to keep himself accountable?

11pm Friday
Outside your apartment.

Reading the note made me even more uneasy, I almost regretted it. What did I expect was going to come from it? The aching in my chest deepened as I was presented with something I could do nothing about.