THIRD POINT OF VIEW :
[ Boobs, Sweat, And Tears ]
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THE FIRST THING NAMJOON SAW WHEN HE WOKE UP, MIND TINTED WITH FOGGINESS, WERE BOOBS.

Straight up, a pair of boobs with the most flushed pink nipples he'd ever seen — not that he'd seen a bunch of boobs, mostly huge, in his life, trust him on this one. They made his chest feel heavy.

The second thing he saw was a body. Between his boobs —it felt so weird to call them his in the first place— was buried the body's face. His body's face.

"Oh-" he let out, eyes wide, then grimaced at the sight. "Should I call this sexual assault?"

The person he recognized, oh so well, had their arms around his waist as if they were holding to dear life. Struggling to push the body which was laying fully on him and holy shit how heavy it was, he cursed his whole existence for whatever crap he was facing.

First, his best friend was exposed in the worst way possible, something he wasn't planning at all; Yoongi hated to label himself. Second, he was trapped in this slug's body.

This must be a nightmare.

When he eventually dumped the body on the floor next to him, he crawled up to it, inspecting if the heart was beating. The soft echoes of the vital organ made him sigh in relief.

Looking back at his exposed boobs, he adjusted his shirt in a way that concealed his skin.

"Where the hell am I?" He stood, hissing at the throbbing sensation at the back of his head, and he felt as if his body had shrunk by several inches. How he got into this body he'll never know.

He looked around. The 'Newspaper And Magazine' club housed various camera settings, mountains of documents that reached the roof, and numerous boxes full of old pictures and recent ones.

Namjoon sighed and glanced at his body on the floor. He couldn't leave it here, inside the club, where people might misunderstand and spread fruity rumors. All he had to do, literally, was to carry it and get rid of it somewhere students might find it.

Deliberately, he reached for his body and tried to lift it, throwing the arm over his shoulder, and oh man it was too massive, but finished by pulling the body and cleaning the floor with his brand new clothes by the same occasion.

Sweat trickled down his face.

When he attained the halls, he threw the sack of flesh as if it was a sack of flesh on the hard floor.

"Good fucking riddance, " he murmured to himself before walking away.

He didn't have a destination in mind. Not at all. All he did was follow the flock of students until he was met with a familiar face. Or so it seemed.

Jimin.

Suddenly, a harsh throbbing filled his ears and the bile rising in this throat blocked his airways. It was the kind of pain that prohibited anything else except being in pain. 

"So what? What if he really was interested in you?" Hiba said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You guys will start talking out of the blue. He will compliment you and tell you how beautiful you are. He will ask about your past and painful relationships and you will ask him for his. When you will tell him about how you've been hurt multiple times, he will tell you that they were all morons for letting you go. The next morning, he will text you and you will smile until your cheeks hurt. You will think about how different he is from your ex. When you meet up for the second time, you will feel even more chemistry with him and you will feel butterflies in your stomach. However, as soon as you start clinging to him, he will stop texting. You will ask him if anything is wrong and he will tell you that everything is fine," she huffed bitterly. "Your story will end before it began and you will be left with a broken heart again."

A heavy silence followed and all she heard was Jimin's breathing.

"Every day, you resemble more and more to your father," Jimin said and hung up.

Damn.

"Oh, I see how it is, " Namjoon said, glancing at the young boy who seemed to finally notice him. "Should I apologize in her stead?"

However, as soon as Namjoon arrived in front of Jimin, the latter, unexpectedly, threw himself on the elder, making them stumble backward and fall on the ground with a puff sound. Jimin took him in a bone-crushing hug until Namjoom almost felt his soul slip out of his body.

The elder hissed, rubbing his right ass cheek.

"I-"

"I am so sorry for saying those words, " Jimin let out, the scent of Namjoon's perfume invading his nostrils. "Hiba, I-I didn't mean any single one of them... I swear..."

No longer able to suppress the urge, the younger began to cry, clamping a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound.

"Yo-ou are not like him... H-Hiba... N-not at all..."

Feeling his relatively thin clothes getting soaked with tears, Namjoon grimaced. Not only did it make his clothes almost transparent, but it also attracted the students' attention.

Awkward.

That's how Namjoon felt.

Very Awkward, in fact.

Nevertheless, even though he never talked to Jimin before, he felt the need to reassure the young boy, to cease his tears, as if it was graved in his DNA.

With that in mind, Namjoon hugged him back. "Jimin... I am very sorry... I keep making terrible mistakes that had hurt the people I care about the most, " Namjoon paused, rolling his eyes at the obvious lie. He was grateful Jimin couldn't see him. "I am terribly ashamed of my terrible, " Namjoon almost wanted to laugh at his own words. "judgment toward... Toward..."

Toward who?

Then, without warning, something flashed in his mind and he gasped. The pain was grand and he felt as if his brain was tearing to pieces.

"M-M-Min Y-Yoongi," Jimin said, flushing deep pink.

What?

No way.

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Author note: Now I can rest in peace. I wanted to publish this bonus chapter two days ago but I didn't have the courage.
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The media has nothing to do with the storyline! (I just found Jimin so bloody attractive and wanted to share kekeke) ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

P.S: This book is a mess lmao ❤︎

𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕝! ♡︎♡︎♡︎