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"Hello? "

"Hey jaz its Namjoon. "

"No shit. "

"You wanna come over? "

"I don't feel like it. "

"Please? "

I sigh I'm literally debating on I should go or not.

First of all why did he call me?

Why does he want me to come over?

Why should I?

Yet again I am asking my self questions that I don't know the answer to. I always end up doing it when it comes to him.

Him.

I fucking hate him. I don't understand why I am doing this dumb deal shit. I honestly don't.

Namjoon has some type of effect on my brain that makes me listen to him. I don't know what it is because I hate him.

I hate him with a passion.

Don't even ask why because I honestly have one billion in one reasons why.

But maybe I should go I don't have anyone to hang out with this weekend so why not?

"Yeah ill be over. " I say to him on the phone. Its quiet for a few seconds.

"Okay. " he said and hung up.

Not a bye?  Not a thank you? Okay then.

I suck up the little bit of hurt I have and put on my clothes.  I put on some dark blue jeans and a white shirt with some converse. I grabed my purse and packed my phone, charger, ear phones, lip balm and a jacket. Just in case.  Then is start my walk to Namjoon house.