hello my love! how about 20. things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear with namjoon?
things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear
pairing. knj x f!reader. rating. general. tags. reader is an eavesdropping butt!!!! wc. 0.3k.
You’re not supposed to be home. You’d planned a date night with your closest girlfriends - a good six hours at Yerin’s stupidly expensive condo, catered by that one place that did those grazing boards you’d all been loving for the last three weeks. You should be at least three glasses of rosé deep and probably four steps into the rigorous skincare routine Sumin had been raving about in the group chat.
Instead, you’re home sitting on the couch, laptop hot on your legs, glass of white wine cradled like a baby in your lap.
Listening to a conversation you probably shouldn’t be.
“Yeah. I think I’m— I think it’s time.”
“How do you think she’s going to take it?” You’d recognise Yoongi’s voice anywhere, the polite curiosity that offers itself in between syllables. Never prying, decidedly casual.
There’s the sound of shoes being stripped, the shuffling of socked feet down the hallway.
“Well? I mean, it’s not like we’re getting any younger and I think it’s hard for her when we’re away.”
He’s not wrong. Namjoon can read you better than anyone in the world, sense your sadness half a world away. A part of you feels bad about that, guilty that you can’t reign in your emotions when he’s already got a hundred other responsibilities weighing on his shoulders.
(This is when you should interrupt - call out to them before you hear anymore.)
“So you think marrying her is going to make it easier?” You don’t mind the disbelief in Yoongi’s voice. You know he likes you, treats you like a younger sister despite the fact you’re the same age. He’s just being reasonable - taking the reins from the person most known for his logicality.
“I think it’ll give her a peace of mind.” The voice is closer now, about to round the corner, if you had to guess. “It’s going to happen eventually anyway, so why—”
You wonder who looks more mortified: you, your poor boyfriend, or his head shaking best friend.
