I walked quietly with the lilac-haired boy by my side, an odd but comfortable silence between us. My mind was running wild, making it hard to concentrate as I tried to walk.
It was hard enough trying to walk while actually paying attention, but walking while something was on your mind was hard.
I was basically tripping over myself, the toe of my shoes hitting my heels while my calves brushed against each other. I had nearly hit the ground multiple times, Namjoon having to save me on more than one occasion. I could tell he knew something was up with me, but I insisted that I was fine.
I was completely taken back by the events that had occurred earlier, the main reason for my disorientation. It didn't take long before I was noticed when I walked into the room, everyone's eyes wide and mouths slack. They looked as if they had all frozen in their spots, eyes glued to me.
If I hadn't been listening in already and didn't know they were talking about me, they surely would have made it obvious with the way they were looking. I pretended as if I didn't know anything, making a confused face as they all watched me.
When the guys finally snapped back into it, Namjoon was quick to guide me towards the front door, probably not trusting his friends enough to keep any information they knew to themselves. I didn't fight it, knowing that it was probably way past my curfew.
"Sorry about my friends," Namjoon laughed nervously, walking next to me rigidly. I hummed, lifting my shoulders before letting them fall again. "They can be a bit weird."
"They were fine to me, ya know, besides right before we left," I said, the words spilling out of myself before I could stop them. Namjoon seemed to get even stiffer than before, his shoulders basically hiding the length of his neck as he walked like a wooden board.
I was glad that I had put on the cardigan before I came out, the light breeze outside giving me shivers as I walked. My house started to come into view, the lights from the living room shining through the window.
Crap, my dad was up, and more than likely, he was not very happy with me. I groaned to myself unintentionally, making Namjoon turn towards me in confusion. I glanced over and caught his eye, realizing that I had made a public display of my thoughts.
I just waved him off, my mind switching from him to how I was going to deal with my dad. He may have been a sweet and understanding man, but twice? He wasn't going to be so sweet and understanding once he saw me.
My room is on the second floor, and I had absolutely no upper arm strength, so the tree outside my bedroom was a terrible idea. Not going with the fact that he was probably waiting on the couch like he usually was, so me just suddenly popping up in my bedroom was pretty unexplainable.
When we approached my door, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, avoiding his eyes. I could feel him eyeing me, but I just kept my eyes beside his face, looking out at the houses across from mine.
"Thank you for taking me home, although I saw that you had a car, so I'm not sure why we didn't take that instead," I giggled. His teeth shown brightly as he smiled at me, nodding his head.
"It was an excuse to spend more time with you before you went home," He admitted, shyly looking away. I looked towards him (finally) at his statement, grinning at him. He was so adorable, I didn't know how his friends could be around him without dying.
The dimples in his face accentuated as he pressed his lips tightly together, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. It was that movement that reminded me to get into the house.
I let out a cough, awkwardly covering my mouth with a tightly formed fist. "Well, I should probably get inside..."
Namjoon seemed startled into action, blinking rapidly as he shuffled in his spot a bit. "Yeah, yeah. Of course, I'll see you later I hope?"
With a nod of my head, I was turning around and heading towards my front door. I was just reaching the brick steps that lead to my door when I felt his finger slip into the curve of my belt loop, making me jolt back. I was quickly turned back in his direction, my chest pressed against his as his large hand slid into my back pocket, the other resting on my waist.
(A/N: If you haven't watched 'To All The Boys I've Loved Before', then I suggest you do cuz then you'll know what I'm talking about only slightly different. :))
"U-uh," I stuttered, my face morphing into shock as I felt his fingers slide against my covered rear. It was only until he gave me a sweet smile, waving a black object in front of my face that I realized he had taken my phone from me, easily getting into it with my lack of password.
He made no move to back away from me, our chests still against each other and his hand still resting on my waist as he tapped away on my phone, a concentrated look on his face. My heart was drumming in my ears as my face reddened, the shock that ran through me leaving me frozen.
"Almost forgot," He said as he didn't even bother to give me my phone back, just sliding his hand back into my pocket along with my phone. I jolted at the movement, our faces becoming even closer than they were before. "Can't see you again if you don't have my number."
"Uh," Was the only thing that left my mouth, his eyes flicking upwards and above my head. He looked back at my heated face before pulling away, the sweet dimples coming back into view as he smiled kindly at me.
So is he really going to act like this didn't just happen?
"Text me?" He asked, seeming to have found a new confidence that he'd never shown before. It was highly confusing, the sweet personality conflicting with the dominant one that was on display now.
I didn't even bother to rely on my voice this time, a little noise falling from my throat as I nodded my head. He smiled again, giving me a wave before turning off and leaving me in front of my house. I watched his back as he went, not even turning around to spare me a second glance.
Fucking tease.
I'd finally managed to walk into my house, completely forgetting about my father, who most definitely hadn't forgotten about me. He was waiting by the steps this time when I walked in, making me jump as I noticed his presence.
The look on his face wasn't the best, making me sigh as I remembered the situation I was in. "Dad..."
"He must be quite the man for you to miss curfew twice," He spoke softly, cutting me off before I could even think of an excuse. My shoulders fell as I knew there was no getting out of this one. "Even when I extended it a couple of hours, you still get home late?"
"I'm sorry," I muttered, looking towards the floor. I didn't really have anything else to say since there wasn't really anything else I could say.
He raised an eyebrow at me. I couldn't see it, but I knew he was upset. "That's all you can say? After you disobey me twice, all you can say is sorry?"
I flinched at the tone of his voice, only ever hearing it one other time in my life. My dad wasn't the type to get angry, but when he did it was one of the scariest things. I didn't speak but kept my face towards the floors.
"Is this boy really worth disobeying your fathers orders Infiniti?" He asked. When the words had left his mouth, it made me realize just how the whole situation actually looked from his eyes. It probably wasn't the best feeling when your child wouldn't listen to you, especially since they lived under your roof.
I didn't mean to disobey him, but whenever I'm with Namjoon I just seem to lose track of time.
"Look at me," He said, his voice suddenly softer than it was a moment ago. From the way he spoke, it seemed safe enough to look at him, which I soon realized wasn't. His eyes were set on me and his lips were pursed, making me shrink in on myself.
"I don't want you to see him again," Was the only thing he said, his eyes suddenly tearing away from mine and moving towards the couch. For the first time since I'd apologized, my mouth finally moved.
"What??" I shouted, following him to the couch. He stared down the television as he turned it on, trying not to pay me any mind. "Dad you can't do this! It isn't his fault! If you're going to punish someone punish me, not him."
"What do you think I'm doing?" He asked, finally looking at me again. "I couldn't give a rats ass about his feelings, this is about showing you that I am your father and you will respect me and my wishes."
"I only missed curfew twice!"
My voice raised unintentionally, making my eyes widen as he glared at me. I knew I had fucked up now.
"And that is twice too many! You're supposed to listen to me the first time! Not the second, not the third. The first! This conversation is over, go to your room," He shouted, making me take a step back as his voice ricocheted against the walls. My eyes were huge, water filling them as he yelled at me.
I'd never seen this before.
"Dad," I whispered, trying to find the right words to say to him, to make things better. But there were none.
"Your room, Infiniti. I'm not going to tell you again," He said.
With that, I obeyed his wishes, rushing towards the steps and up to my bedroom, slamming my door shut as I finally let the tears I'd been holding in stream down my face.
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I hope you enjoyed this chapter my loves, and I really meant it when I said watch the movie if you haven't already. And if you have, watch it again.
Also, IDOL IS OUT OMG IT'S SO GOOD IM BEING BIAS WRECKED BY MY BIAS YOU GUYS WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK????????
Name your bias below, I wanna know who's your favorite!