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Chapter 21

Nabi's P.O.V
(Earlier)

I stared at the phone in contemplation, thinking back to what Namjoon had said. "He isn't what you think." He'd told me. That didn't exactly turn around the whole situation. But it did influence me to at least least consider calling V. Besides, I was feeling so lost. How could I manage in someone else's place, when that person wasn't even there to help me? I stood up, trying not to give in. I even began cleaning, after that I couldn't stop, so it was a whole half hour before I sat back down on the bed and stared at the phone again. With a frown, I grabbed it and slowly made my way downstairs, taking a seat on his front steps. I sighed in relief as a nice breeze passed, then I looked back to the phone.

"It's not that big of a deal," I told myself. "It's not you like you'd be forgiving him, exactly."

I sighed again, finding my phone number in the contacts and hitting "call" before having another thought. But after it started ringing, I got nervous. What was he doing? Would he even want to talk to me after all the ignoring I'd done? My actual voice suddenly answered before I could change my mind.

"Nabi?" It said.

"Um." I gulped. "What are you doing right now?"

"I'm r-" he began.

"What?" I frowned at the sudden pause, checking the phone in hopefulness to see if we'd been disconnected, but he kept talking.

"I'm sort of just sitting here. It's so boring!"

"Oh. Okay," I replied quietly.

"Did you need something?"

"Well, actually...you see--," I mumbled.

"Did you call to forgive me or what?" He cut in.

I was surprised at his sudden boldness. And a bit annoyed.

"Maybe it is better for us to stick together...you know, until it's all over."

"You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that." he sighed over the phone. "Where are you right now?"

"I'm sitting on your front steps," I told him, glancing around.

"Okay, stay right there. I'm coming over." The line suddenly went dead.

With a frown I hung up.

"You better not make me regret this, Taehyung."

••••••••

Jimin sat and watched us with suspicion.

"Would it be better if I didn't ask?" He said.

"I already told you, Jimin. I was washing her hair," I told him.

"Okay, but that's really weird."

"Why?" V sat beside him.

Jimin suddenly seemed a bit tense. I wanted to scowl at V.

"It's--I mean, Taehyung's not a--person who washes...hair," Jimin blubbered.