#assassinxjungkook

4. Any addictions? (Food, sex, drugs/alcohol, shopping, power/control, etc.)

He has to drink a cup of coffee in the morning. Literally, Namjoon absolutely has to, or he doesn’t function like a normal human until well after noon. It’s a habit he got into before he moved out on his own. He’d wake early, drink a cup of coffee with his mom, and head to school to study and avoid his father. After moving out, it cemented itself in his life to the point that he wakes up and immediately heads for the coffee machine, and god help anything that gets in his way. And it’s only ever one cup of coffee per day.

6. Their romantic relationships?

Namjoon and romance aren’t exactly on the best of terms. He can be romantic on occasion — mostly gestures that can come across as vaguely romantic if you stand on one foot and turn your head clockwise — but the concept of a romantic relationship kind of just evades him. If he were to ever have any sort of romantic relationship, it would be with someone that wasn’t put off by his radical honesty practices, and could handle the fact that romance to him means doing things in a less-than-conventional manner.

11. What are their intellectual shortcomings?

He only just scraped by in his primary schooling. This is in part because the subject matter bored him and it was hard to learn and retain, and partially (perhaps mostly) because he just didn’t care to learn it. As long as Namjoon passed and was neither the best nor the worst of the class, he didn’t care. As far as individual subjects go, Namjoon’s math is only just passable. He hates numbers with a passion, and only just retains enough of that information to make his daily life easier. He’s also shit when it comes to anything involving instruments. Except piano and anything vocal.

20. What is a self-inflicted misery of theirs? (i.e. something they perpetuate themselves)

  Emma looked up from her phone and down the train tunnel. The light was faint, far away, but she saw it, and it wouldn’t be long until her train was here. She slipped her phone into her back pocket, and sure enough by the time she picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder, the wind from the train was hitting her. Her skinny jeans and ankle boot heels weren’t affected, but her white high collared shirt rustled slightly. Her main problem when riding the train was the effect the wind had on her hair. She put her hand on her head, holding her black beret in place, and scowled a bit as the wind blew her long hair all around her face. She’d learned by now to keep a brush in her bag, so she’d fix it later. The train came to a stop and the doors opened, people exiting as she a few other people tried to push their way through to get on.

 As soon as the people cleared she headed toward her seat, looking down to watch her step. Her favorite seat, the best seat on the train. She sat there every morning and every afternoon, seeing as how most people that ode the train with her at the same time had been doing so long enough to know that she always sat there. She looked up and stopped, lurching a bit as the train began to move. Someone was in her seat. Someone, someone she’d never seen before, some guy was in her seat. She scowled at him, even though he wasn’t looking at her, and took the seat across from him, putting her bag in the spot next to her so no one would sit next to her.

 Irene stood in the center of the square looking around her. Or was it called a street? She wasn’t sure what to call it. She just knew she was surrounded by people that she didn’t know. In hindsight, she should have just canceled the trip when Wendy had said she couldn’t come. She shouldn’t have tried to brave Disney World for the first time by herself. Besides, the rides she had been on before she got lost weren’t much fun without her friend next to her.  There were so many shops around her, food stands and candy stores, stores that sold just stuffed animals, and others that sold jewelry. It seemed that everywhere she turned was just another souvenir shop, or a place to buy sweet fattening food. She walked around and glanced into a few, looking for a map, one of the big ones that if the people who ran this place were smart would be in the middle of the road walkway thing. But of course there wasn’t one to be found. She sighed and ran her hands through her long hair, looking around her again, trying to find anything that would help her, even if it was just to get back to her hotel room.  She just wanted to know where she was.

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Her smile faltered a bit at the thought, and she glanced down and her plain baby blue sundress and strappy white heels. She didn't know how she'd make it without them. Who would she call when she got a new dress or purse? Who would she text to save her during a bad date, as she'd done so many times this summer? She knew they would all only be about an hour away, but she knew that she wouldn't see them very much. And who knows where he'd go.

A smile came back to her face as she came upon her locker, Rachel and Katie already waiting for her. They commented on her dress and shoes, her new Michael Kors purse she'd gotten the day before. It was like they hadn't seen each other in months, when they'd had lunch and went shopping 3 days ago. But as the three of them fell easily into conversation, she couldn't keep her eyes from darting around. Where was their fourth? He was normally here before her.

Jungkook had been a transfer student a year and a half ago, coming into the school just after Christmas break. Addie had found him interesting, a foreign boy whose family had moved here, and so she'd invited him to have lunch with her and her friends that first day. She wasn't aware of how close they'd all get, even though she was sure that her friends still annoyed him most times. He'd been accepted into their little clique. Addie had had some classes with him last year, but a part of her was hoping she'd have every class with him this year. Not only was he fun to hang out with, but he was smart and could help her. Had he not gotten back from Korea in time for the first day back?

"Hey! Are you even listening?" Katie snapped her fingers in front of Addie's face. "Rach said we have something for you. Come on." She looked around one more time, then followed her two friends. It was a good thing she didn't need any books for homeroom this year. With all the talking she hadn't even thought to get into her locker. She followed her friends to the end of the hallway, where they stopped in front of a small supply closet.

"You have something for me in there? Seriously?" She was confused to say the least. Rachel looked around before giving Katie a small nod. Before Addie even had time to be skeptical of her friends, Katie was opening the door to the closet and shoving Addie into it. As graceful as she was in heels and in dance, suddenly being thrown somewhere had her tripping, almost falling. But something caught her arm. She turned around in time to see Katie give a sly smile as she closed the door.

"I know you can hear me, and I can hear you guys," Katie spoke from outside the door, and Addie could tell she was leaning against it. "I have the key, and I won't go to class and neither will you guys if it comes down to it. You aren't coming out until you start officially dating."

Now Addie was thoroughly confused. Dating? 'You guys'? What did she- oh. Someone had caught her when she was pushed inside. She turned around and was face to face with Jungkook. She had to admit, she was glad to see him. But this was such a tiny space.

"Hey." She took a step back, a tiny one, and her back was against the door. Her white purse slipped down her arm and into her hands, folded in front of her. She tried to make the awkward go away. "I was beginning to get worried you hadn't made it back. You never get here after me."

It’s been a while since last time Haebyeol checked how Jungkook was so she thought it’d a good chance to drop by, bring him some food and warm drinks and a new scarf she bought the day before because she remembered him as soon as her eyes met that scarf. He will like it, she keep thinking on her way, and it helped her not to be afraid and go away.