My Mate is a Crazy Cat Lady {Namjoonxreader}

Chapter 12: Cats

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The second we leave Namjoon, Eun-ji is pressing me for details and I give in, letting her know that he found out about my supernatural weirdness, but omitting mentioning his own. Her giggles and giddiness were nearly unbearable and I was more than thankful when the bell rang and I could escape.

But then things got weird. It was, what? Two days ago that Namjoon's friends acted like I had the plague. This morning? The second I entered the class they both swiveled their heads around in my direction and stared.

I fully ignore the both of them and sit by the window, the sun streaming in making me sleepy as I sit observing a bird digging for worms. Maybe I'm more like a cat than I thought.

"Hello Y/n-shi." I yawn and turn to regard the two boys that have now moved to sit by me. Oh, so now we can sit by me? Now they can talk to me? The one who had spoken was the shorter of the two and had dyed blond hair. He smiled in a friendly manner that mode both his eyes resemble a crescent moon shape. Cute.

Oh shit. Seriously. What's with this school. Is there something in the water?

"I'm Jimin and this is Taehyung." He motions to a brown haired boy possessing striking eyes and a cute smile. "We're sorry if we were rude the other day." They both stand, only to drop into matching ninety degree bows that has other students sending us questioning stares.

Jesus, why. "It's fine, it's fine," I speak quickly with the hope that they'll stop drawing attention to us. Thankfully they both straighten at my words and move to sit again. "I think I was rude to you once before anyway." I mention, struggling to remember which of Namjoon's friends had once tried to introduce themselves to me. All I remember was a greeting and responding with a firm 'no' that had Eun-ji scolding me for the rest of second period.

"It's all Gucci." This time it's Taehyung who speaks.

"What the hell does that mean?" I ask, but I never get the answer because the teacher enters at that moment and begins to teach.

I never realized that I shared one class with the both of them and three with Taehyung.

I couldn't help but notice it now. Because they won't leave me alone.

It was strange. They'd never approached me before and the one time we were put into close proximity they'd acted like I had leprosy. But the more I spoke with them the more relaxed I was with their presence. I'm not the sociable type but that didn't really matter when these two spoke so much and were able to keep the conversation going without too much of my input.

Taehyung especially was very charismatic and warm and I couldn't help but like him. He was soft spoken and kind and seemed to really listen when I spoke. Jimin was slightly more withdrawn but just as friendly and seemed to care a lot about his friends when he spoke about them. And boy did they speak. Mostly about Namjoon. Specifically every embarrassing moment they could think of.

I almost lost it when they pulled up an ancient home movie in which Namjoon is rapping and declares himself to be, and I quote: Sexy like a porn star.

Now I've been sworn to secrecy because this (what I consider to be) national treasure was supposedly destroyed years ago by Namjoon himself and Taehyung and Jimin's lives could be in danger if they were found out. It's fine, whatever. We did watch it fifteen times though.

By lunchtime I manage to trade their (not entirely unwanted) company for Eun-ji and In-guk in the courtyard, trying to read my new manga instead of listening as Eun-ji filled in the latter on my love life.

It wasn't long before I spotted a purple head coming in my direction and so for the first time ever, I willingly closed my book. Both of my friends stared, open mouthed. I ignored both of them, instead greeting a smiling Namjoon. My inner fangirl attempted to squeal at the sight of his dimples but I promptly subdued her.