Disclaimer: There will be use of the n word in this chapter, & maybe a few future chapters. If you're uncomfortable with the word, please go around it or not read the chapter. And if you are non-black, don't say it. Period.

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I yawn, stretching out on my bed and slowly opening my eyes when I accidentally bump my hand into the object next to me. I hear a groan on the side of me but I ignore it, turning to face the wall and shutting my eyes once more.

"Ky." Namjoon says in his morning raspy voice. I don't move, feeling myself drifting back to sleep, until he lightly shakes me. "Kyla."

"What." I groan, pulling the blankets closer to me.

"Where are my pants?" He asks.

I smirk, turning to face him. I pulled them off of him, since he never woke back up after I gave him head. I just wrapped his bottom half in my throw blanket and then covered his body under the comforter I'm in as well. I'm in a decent mood this early, though, so why not fuck with him?

"You really don't remember?"

"Remember what? You giving me the suck of the century?"

I roll my eyes, hiding the fact that there are butterflies trying to escape the confines of their cage in my stomach.

"Wow, I'm offended. You really don't remember."

"Remember what? There was more?"

"Oh, yeah. There was more." I respond. "You really like it when I call you daddy."

His eyes widen and he gasps. "D-did we have sex!?"

"We did." I smile softly. "Hell, we basically made a baby."

"We didn't use protection!?"

"Why would we? You said you loved me and didn't want to find anybody when I'm right in front of you to love." I laugh, sitting up with him. His face goes pale and I can't go through with it anymore. I burst into laughter, shaking my head. "I'm just fucking with you."

"What?"

"We didn't do anything, Namjoon. You fell asleep and stayed asleep. I just took your pants off so you'd be comfortable."

He releases a big breath, face returning to it's normal color. "Okay, good."

"Damn." I say, pretending to be hurt. "I suck your dick- putting you to sleep I might add- and you don't wanna have sex with me."

"No, no! It isn't like that at all. I'm just-"

"Dude, get a grip. I'm kidding." He really makes it too easy. "Go get your pants."

I slide out of bed, getting ready to go to the bathroom until my phone rings. The only person that could be calling me this damn early on purpose would be my mother. As expected, her face is plastered on my screen. I roll my eyes as I answer. "Hello?"

"You sound like death."

"And you sound like a deadbeat."

"That ain't no way to talk to your favorite sibling."

I finally make my way towards the bathroom, ignoring Namjoon's questioning eyes. "Dumb ass, you're my only sibling."

My brother chuckles on the other end of the phone as I put my phone on speaker and set it down. "Exactly. Your favorite."

"Nigga, what the hell you want? And why you calling me off mom's phone?"

"I knew you wouldn't answer this early if I called from my phone."

"You'd be correct in your assumption."

"Still the asshole I remember."

"Assholes don't change overnight." I smirk. Kelsen is my older brother, and a pain in my ass. I love him to death but goddamn, he gets on my nerves. "Nah, but for real. What you want, Kels?"

"Lunch, let's go."

"You paying?" I ask, getting my toothbrush out from the medicine cabinet.

"Credit card roulette."

"I'll pass."

"Lame ass. Fine, I'll pay."

I smile, getting exactly what I want. I'm startled a bit and almost choke on my toothbrush when Namjoon knocks on the door. "Ky, I have to use the bathroom."

"I'm brushing my teeth, give me just a second."

"Tell Namjoon I said hi." Kels says.

"Is that Kels?" Namjoon asks from the door.

I finish with the mouthwash and then open the door, handing Namjoon my phone. "Yup. Have fun talking to him. I'm gonna read until you're done in the bathroom."

"Meet me at noon-thirty, negro. Come to mom's crib."

"Yeah, yeah." I wave it off and give Namjoon some time to get himself situated and clean.

The last thing I wanted to do today was leave home, but I also haven't seen my brother in about half a year. He lives out of state, so I only see him a couple times out the year. Why not go spend a little time with him today? About 20 minutes pass when Namjoon enters the room with my phone, with a fresh set of clothes on.

"I got invited to lunch. Is that okay?"

"Yeah." I nod, turning the page in my book. "Did he say where he wants to go?"

"He mentioned steak."

"Texas Roadhouse it is." I take my phone from his hands as I close my book, standing and going to my closet to find something to put on.

I feel Namjoon staring a hole into the side of my head and I turn to face him, finding his lips attaching to mine for a quick kiss. At this point, I've gotten used to it. It's bad because I shouldn't be used to something like this happening so often with my best friend. However, I'm completely clueless as to what the hell we're even doing anymore.

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"Damn, y'all still ain't a couple?" My brother chuckles, cutting into his steak.

"Leave me alone." I groan, picking at the broccoli on my plate.

"I'm just saying. How is is that you're only 'still friends'?"

"That's none of your business, bro." I groan for the umpteenth time during this meal. Goddammit Namjoon's job. They were short staffed and called him in, leaving me alone to deal with this crazy ass man alone.

"Just admit that you wanna be in a relationship with each other and go for it. Damn, what's the holdup? He's already basically living there."

I look at my plate, mumbling to myself. "He doesn't like me like that anyway."

"And why do you think that?"

"Have you seen me?" I look up, holding back my emotions.

He sighs, swallowing down his food. "You're about to start your period, aren't you?"

I narrow my eyes at him, sighing when I come to the realization that this man is correct. I get emotional when my cycle is near. He used to say that to me when I was younger and I hated it because he was always right.

"Not the point." I shake my head.

"Right." He nods. "But what do you mean by 'have you seen me'? You're beautiful, Ky. An asshole, yes. But you really are so damn beautiful and any man out there would be so damn lucky to have someone like you on their arm. And if you're talking about your weight, so the fuck what? Coming from a man, men don't want twigs. That whole 'she's too fat' thing is so damn taboo. That means jack shit to a motherfucker that wants some pussy."

"You're so annoying." I roll my eyes.

"But I'm right." He smirks. "So do you want to be with Mr. Joonie?"

"Eww, don't say it like that." I laugh, feeling my mood get better. "I don't know. It's a very complicated situation right now."

"Have y'all fucked?"

"You're invasive. And no." I roll my eyes once more.

"You've done something, though. I just know it."

"Be detective somewhere else. I just wanna enjoy my food." I say, shutting down any further conversation about me and Namjoon.

It's so weird talking to my brother about this, so I had to stop it where it was. At times, I wish I had girlfriends to talk and vent to. However, girls have too much drama and I don't have time for the two-faced bullshit. One male friend is just enough for me.  But as my brother and I sit and finish our meal, I begin to question whether or not Namjoon will remain just a friend for long.

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