18 Chapter 17: Namjoon

Fast forward 2days,

George and Joy/J have left the house and made it safely to the food bank they couldn't bear being in the same house with a rotting corpse. It was too weird.

Joy pov:

The cold ,refreshing breeze seems to push us into the building. What building you ask? Well, the food bank. Well you guys were sleeping we made it and managed to avoid awkward moments and not bring up the events of the other day. I couldn't be happier to see sane humans because George really wasn't it. I had spent everyday for the past month with him and man,I was tired. I can't lie. Having to see the same cute,annoying face made me fall deeper and deeper for him and I didn't want it.

A tall manly figure strides towards us and for no reason panic started to fill up within me. George must've sensed it and stood closer to be. Guarding me?

' who are you guys?' A deep husky voice comes out from the bear-like man standing infront of us. We stood there mouths open wide, my mouth felt so dry all of a sudden. What was wrong with me? Again his thundering voice asked

' Who are you guys, I've never seen you before? You know it's rude to ignore people'.

I gather back up my confidence and get ready to put on my 'tough girl' act.

'Why do you need to know?' George stepped back, what is he afraid? Why the hell is he cowering behind me? Jeez. The tall man in front of me looked me up and down.

'You don't need to be so rude. Oh well suit yourself. My name's Namjoon or you can call me RM. Welcome to my food bank that I manage.' His voice turned soft and his chestnut eyes stared deep into my soul. My act was beginning to break apart again. I wasn't afraid of him,more like amazed

'Well I'm...you can call me J and this is George.'

His tanned arm reached out to shake our hands,his arms veins showed his manliness. Something George will never have. Our hands meet and the softness and warmth of his makes me never wanted to let go but he pulls away and turns to George who has a confused expression on his face. Their handshake is way different than mine,more violent as if they're trying to prove their power. Was George jealous? They both then fixed their gaze upon me and I was just a little bit flustered.

'Let's go then?' I say to break the silence,pushing through them ,flicking my hair back and walking my confident walk. Their hurried footsteps closely followed me behind like how dogs followed their owners.