Chapter 11 :
[ New Life ]
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Author note: YO! (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞
I am late. Yup. As always. Are we surprised? Nah.

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"DID YOU LOSE SOMETHING OR DID YOU LOSE YOUR MIND?" Yoongi asked, his eyes traveling to my planting figure.

"Both, " I said, slumping on the bench next to him, throwing my head back. "I fucking hate this."

I had crossed the campus from east to west as from north to south, but I still couldn't find where that bloody piece of a messed up human being is hiding.

Wherever Namjoon might have gone with my body, I will make sure to find him. Even if I had to leave no stone unturned.

Suddenly, I shifted, feeling something hard in my back pocket. I reached for the object which, to my biggest surprise, was a phone. Namjoon's phone.

"Was it here all the time?" I said, losing my grip over the device, which fell face-first into the mud. My voice still had this startling effect on me.

"I think you really lost your mind, " Yoongi said, as a matter of fact, and stood, taking a few steps away. "I'll be back. Need to take a piss."

"Go ahead."

I bent down and picked up the broken phone from the ground—my last hope. When the screen lighted up, I dialed the password, something I mysteriously knew by instinct.

120994.

Moving my fingers swiftly, I composed my phone number and pressed on the 'call' button.

Honestly, I couldn't think straight. My sight blurred, my heart throbbed painfully, and I felt a bile rising in my throat.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

"It took you a while to call."

I recognized my voice and couldn't stop myself from hopping to my feet. A muscle twitched involuntarily at the bottom of my calves and I felt as if the ground beneath me became jelly.

"Fucker, asshole, what did you do to me?" I snapped at my interlocutor.

"Was that a question?"

"I've never met someone so annoying."

"Was that a question too?"

"This was a fact, asshole, " I spat. "I'd heard better."

"And you'd heard worse."

"Don't get on my nerves, Namjoon, " I said, sitting back on the bench. "Explain."

"There is nothing to explain." He paused, sipping something on the other end of the line. He sounded like he was indoors. "You're gonna live inside my body and me inside y-"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. Are you serious? Like, for real?"

"Well, yeah." He huffed. "What's your brilliant idea then, huh?"

I said nothing. I had no alternative solution. However, I knew so damn well that I couldn't live like this for the rest of my life.

"Consult a doctor?" I said desperately, trying to find a solution, make it up, anything. "Ask a teacher? Psychiatrist? Your family consultant?"

He stayed silent then said with the most slurred voice:

"We can't do that. And you know it well."

"Then what should we do...?" My voice was shaking and my throat constantly tightening, making it difficult for me to breathe. "I can't-"

"Listen, listen," he said, "It's not like I am enjoying my lovely stay inside your body either. We have to live like this. At least for the time being." He stopped, sipping something again. "Plus, you can't tell me you've never been curious to do some stuff..."

"Like what?"

"Masturbation."

My eyes widened. "Mas-? What?"

"Masturbation. You've never heard of it? It's when you rub the d-"

"Shut the fuck up! Oh my god, I can't believe we're talking about this!" I let out, pulling on the roots of my hair. "You seem so calm! Did you already forget about your football match?"

No answer.

"Namjoon?"

"Oh, shit, " he said. "It slipped my mind."

"You are bloody impossible, Namjoon," I said in a voice heavy with irritation. "You-"

"You're gonna work it out. I'll make sure." He interrupted and, as if he saw me raise my eyebrows, continued, "Look, it's the official football team. I know they are pretty laissez-faire in your club, but back here I won't let you get away with a poor performance."

I heaved an over-dramatic sigh as if the task was more difficult than I could endure. "Can I get my phone back?" I asked, my hands taut with exasperation. "I need it. Really."

"No."

"What?"

"It's risky."

"I can't leave my phone in your possession." I leaned against the bench, frowning.

"You don't have a choice."

"Can I at least know what you've done inside my body?" I asked, legs kicking the air in apprehension, brushing the mud as they swung back and forth.

"Fine," he answered, annoyed, and I could hear something break in the background, accompanied by an ouch.

"What happened?"

Silence.

"What happened?" I repeated.

"Well." His voice was uncertain. "I may have broken your microwave..."

"What are you doing in my dorm in the first place?" I asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.

He hung up.

I looked incredulously at the phone, not believing what he just did.

"That son of a-"

"Who were you talking to?" A voice said and I jumped, leaping back to stare at the newcomer. Yoongi narrowed his eyes, his pupils moving back and forth between the phone and me.

"Huh," I let out. "My mother," I smiled, rubbing the back of my neck.

"You never call your mother."

Shit.
Fuck.
Checkmate.
My cover is blown.

Why couldn't I recall his memories?

"Huh... Actually, it was Taehyung," I said, looking at my hands as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. "He asked what brand of condoms he should use."

What the fuck am I saying?

"What did you tell him?"

"I don't use condoms," I said and didn't realize the meaning of my words until I saw Yoongi's eyes widen tremendously. "I m-mean... I said to use Gucci condoms."

Yoongi's eyes grew wider.

"N-no... I told him to ask the pharmacy," I smiled innocently, trying to save myself from an inescapable embarrassment.

"Namjoon."

"Y-yes?"

"You should see a doctor."

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The air in the football pitch had a certain crispness to it, which coupled with my fear. Once more attack after attack was heaped on our defense. We were losing.

The fresh smell of soil mixed with transpiration tangled my senses but I had to move, I had to do something. My worn soles bounced against the grassy ground, each step making my nervousness greater.

After a few minutes of me waving my arm, indicating that I was free, Felix sent me the ball. However, when I attempted to strike it I failed, my shoe coming off. And with all the class that gives falling headfirst into the grass, trying to get up with one hand, reaching for my shoe with the other, having my hair spiking my eyes, and sweating like a cow, that I continue the match.

As I strode out further into the pitch, I somehow managed to get the ball. Perfect.

"Send the ball! Namjoon!" Taehyung waved his arm, indicating that he was free. "Hurry!"

I hit the ball, and it could have seemed like a great blow if it did not deviate from its trajectory and hit Jungkook square in the face. The latter stumbled backward and fell on his ass, holding his nose painfully.

I never played football and now I finally know the reason. I suck.

"Oh my god-" Taehyung said, going straight to his boyfriend. "Are you alright, Kookie? Can you breathe from your mouth?" he asked, gripping Junkook's shoulder.

The concerned lifted a thumb up, forcing a weak smile. "All good. I am tougher than you think, baby."

However, when he moved his hand a little, I could perfectly see the blood flowing like a broken sink.

"Let's go to the nurse's office," I said. "You are bleeding."

Had I been any empathic, I would have apologized. But I wasn't. Pale and jaw clenched, he struggled to get up and I didn't lift a finger to help him.

Cursing, Jungkook crashed down against the ground for the second time and all I did was watch. The noise he let out jarred me but was not enough to make me help him.

I needed more.

"Babe, give me your arm," Taehyung said, swinging his lover's arm across his shoulder, helping him to stand up. Something I failed to do. "Let's go."

Past thoughts filled my mind until there was no room for guilt.

"Every day, you resemble more and more to your father," Jimin had told me two days ago. It played in a loop.

And now I could only agree.

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Author note:

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Let's have a moment to admire that Hiba and Joonie TALKED without THROWING HANDS. Like sophisticated people.WHOA. BIG REVOLUTION!

Also Hiba 💀 What are you doing? What are you sayinGGG??? 💀 Just, just shut up. You are digging your own grave. Shut up and kiss Namjoon. *wink wonk* I want them to get together SOOO BAD BUT HOLY SHIT THIS IS A SLOWBURN ;(

The football match is a mess. Don't we love a mess? XP

Hiba is a bad person :( But I tend to forget about that :(( I need to show how of an evil person she is ;)
HONESTLY, I AM NOT SURE IF I WANT HER TO BECOME A GOOD PERSON IN THIS BOOK lMaO! we will see about that kekeke

I mean, if you know me wellllll, you should already know that I LOVE to torture my characters before giving them a relatively happy ending 🤧 Yes, this is me. So get readyyyy for some weird SHITEUUU

Sorry for updating once a week, it must be frustrating to wait (#IAmASlowWriterSorry) :P
And the fact that my writing is getting worse and worse :P
what a beautiful life I am living :P

No, I am not drunk, in case you were questioning

I hope you enjoyed this chapteRRR!! Kekekekekeke

I promised my best friend that I will publish a longer chapter, but I couldn't keep my promise. I am sorry for being a lazy fxck. Really. my series, animes, kdramas, and books didn't help either. Screw my life. I hope you are not upset 😭❤️

(P.S: ⚠️ The Bonus Chapters are third POV, while the normal Chapters are Hiba's POV. That's the difference, nothing more. And yes, I love to make things difficult.)

Have a nice day, everyone! Eat well, sleep well, exercise often, and take care of your mental health! I purple you! ♡︎

YOUR FAITHFUL,
NOUNOU (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞