Em pov:
“ ... that bitch ass motherfucker—”
“Watch your fucking mouth,” I spat.
Namjoon rolled his eyes at me, still glaring down at his phone. I took two steps across the small kitchen, snatched the phone from his hands, and turned off the ridiculously-fast twanging of some metal song before it made my nerves snap. Pepper whined from beneath the table, his tail thumping against the chair leg.
“Hey!”
“I don’t want to hear this crap right now.”
“This crap is how I make my fucking living, Em.”
“It won’t be for long if you keep acting like you did today.”
“That was—”
“—bullshit, it was absolute fucking bullshit.” I peered down the hallway, where a mostly off-key rendition of The Birthday Song was being played from Annisa's bedroom, and lowered my voice to a hiss. “You embarrassed the shit out of me.”
“I embarrassed you? You were supposed to be directing my goddamn photo shoot and you took off!”
“You threw a tantrum! An actual tantrum, Namjoon! In front of Leia!”
“That old dude—”
“—was teaching Leia how to play the guitar, because all she’s talked about for the past six months is how Uncle Namjoon says he’s gonna teach her to play the guitar and Uncle Namjoon’s going to come this weekend and show her how to play the guitar and Uncle Namjoon promised that next weekend—”I’ve been a bit busy, if you hadn’t noticed,” he said icily.
“Maybe if you put down the booze once in a damn while—”
“Who the hell are you to talk? You were just as—”
“Don’t even go there with me.” I turned towards him, and whatever look was across my face made him shut up. “Yeah, I did stupid shit when I was 20, too. But I didn’t have the kind of money you do, and that severely limited the stupid shit I could do. And hey, it worked out for me, because I got Leia out of it and you damn well know I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the entire universe, but you know what she didn’t get out of it?”
“A father. I fucking know, you’ve told me—”
“Then why do I have to tell you again?”
He folded his arms across his chest, looking far more like a pouty, emo pre-teen than a man of twenty with a music career. I took a breath and ran a hand through my hair.
“Namjoon, I get growing up wasn’t easy—”
“Oh, and here we go with the traumatic childhood bullshit—”
“Fuck off, are you serious?”
He fell silent as I glared at him.
“I’m sorry I left you at home when I took off. You were ten. I was eighteen. I clearly couldn’t even take care of myself, let alone my kid brother, as proven by the fact that I got fucking knocked up like, two years later.”
He put his hand on his hip in an exaggerated effeminate pose. “‘And I could have let you just live on the streets when you got kicked out, Namjoon, but out of the goodness of my heart I took you in and for the past five years I’ve done nothing but love you and support you.’”His high-pitched mocking of my voice hurt me more than it irritated me, though it was incredibly irritating. Taking another deep, shaky breath, I swallowed the hurt and put my hand on the counter.
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NO STRINGS ATTACHED #Jiminfanfic (COMPLETED)
Fanfiction[Completed] Haunted by the past, can a legend & a single mom find love? . . "I have concerns about this," he mumbled, but he didn't stop kissing me. "They don't seem too pressing," I murmured back. "Em ... Ember." I stopped what I was doing and lo...
