namjoon spotted the male.
he was in the boy's locker room, pacing back and forth.
at first, he just watched yoongi, making sure the details he saw from that day.
he knows it's him now.
"excuse me, are you—"
yoongi widen his eyes and looked up.
"d-did you follow me!?"
"wait, yes, but, let me explain why—"
"no." yoongi interrupted. "i-i don't want you around me!"
"what did i do?" he curled his brows.
"y-you saw me!"
"i know, but—"
"but what!?" yoongi yelled. "you appear out of nowhere to show my true self in this goddamn building!?"
"wait, no—" namjoon slightly walked up to him.
"y-you don't understand! th..they don't know me like you think they all do!"
"listen to me for once!" namjoon grabbed yoongi's shoulder to stop him from freaking out.
a sharp object cut namjoon's face to remove him, stepping back.
he fluttered his eyes and lifted his hand up, touching the cut on his face.
"never. ever. touch me."
namjoon looked up, seeing the smaller male with a pocket knife in his hand, pointing at him.
"you cut me."
"so." yoongi tightened his grip. "you touched me. i'm protecting myself from your filthy hands."
"f-filthy?"
