Glasses
“Jesus, fuck,” Namjoon breathes out.
“What?”
Hwasa side eyes her best friend and dips her fries in some ketchup.
“He’s wearing them again.”
Namjoon points in the direction to the front of the cafeteria, where Seokjin and Byulyi are getting their lunch and Hwasa rolls her eyes.
“So, your boyfriend is wearing glasses. I mean, he looks good, but why is this a big deal?”
If looking confused and offended at the same time would be a sport, Namjoon just won the gold medal.
“What do you mean, what is the big deal?”
He waves his arms around to emphasise his words.
“They’re my glasses, Hwasabi, mine,” he says. “And he looks so fucking good in them I’m in physical pain.”
“Well,” Hwasa says as she takes a sip from her milkshake and winks at Byulyi who’s making her way towards them with Seokjin in tow behind her, her cheeks turning a nice pink. “Good luck with that. This is nice blackmail material, I’ll be sure to tell Seokjin how much you like him wearing your glasses.”
“Don’t you fucking dare-”
“Hi, baby.”
Seokjin sits down next to him, kissing his cheek, and Namjoon shoots Hwasa a look that screams ‘we’re not done yet’.
Hwasa only smiles back cheekily, a perfectly manicured middle finger up in the air as a silent answer.
‘Oh, yes we are’