I lay in bed again and think about Namjoon and what he must be going through. He knows I don't like him in that way and never will for that matter.
I decide on texting him to see if he wants to chat.
You;
Hey just wondering if
you're alright
Namjoon;
I'm fine
You;
You're not. Tell me
what's wrong
Namjoon;
Well you don't care anyway
You;
Who says I don't care?
Namjoon;
You did with your attitude
But I don't reply to him after that. The way I acted towards him must have been awful but I can't help it, that's just the way I am.
The next day I swore to spoke to Namjoon about it but he wasn't in.
And wasn't the next day.
Or the next.
Or the next.
And not for two weeks.