@NamjoonOfficial

Me:
I want to die.

Namjoon:
Is it your aunt again?

Me:
Yes and no. I'm just- everything i do is not perfect. I'm ugly, fat and weird.

Namjoon:
Soojin... you're not. I know for sure you're one of the most pretty girls and slimmest girl in the world. All the boys probably will swoon over you.

Me:
BUT YOU DON'T!!! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST

Namjoon:
Soojin? Are you drunk? Soojin!

Namjoon:
Soojin! I'm worried. This better not be a prank!
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Namjoon's POV
I put my phone on my table and rushed out of the dorm. It was currently 8.09pm and i was suppose to be composing songs but that did not matter. What mattered most was Soojin. She was definitely drunk. And if she was not in her house, i was going to get more than worried. I wore my mask and called a cab.

"Soojin! Open up!"

I banged on her door like a madman as her neighbours stared at me. I stepped onto the map that was placed in front of her front door and felt a lump there. I furrowed my eyebrows and bent down to lift the door mat up. A surprised look was plastered on my face. She really had an IQ of 10 doesn't she?
Putting her key under a mat. Most people would have guessed it. But I didn't. Never mind. I take that back.

I picked up the key and rushed into her house. I saw Soojin sprawled across the table. I rushed to her and grabbed her arm, bringing her to the couch.

"You reek of alcohol!"

I screamed with my face scrunched up in disgust. She started giggling which made me confused.

"Namjoon Oppa, saranghae."

She giggled uncontrollably as she swayed from side to side.

"Careful!"

I screeched grabbing her arm and putting her back on the couch. She nearly fell off the couch!

"I am going to get some clothes for you. Wait here. "

I instructed, turning around.

"Waaaait Namjooooon."

Soojin was slurring her words as she grabbed tightly onto my wrist. I turned around to face her with an irritated face and yanked her hand off. I jogged to her room and got her a simple hoodie and black tights and a cloth

"Change, I won't look. I'm going to get a bucket and fill it with water so that I can dip my cloth into it."

"Help me change."

She stated innocently.

"What?! No!"

She started crying. I freaked out and hastily agreed. She started clapping, extremely delighted. I sighed. How was I going to do this? I remembered how her shirt looked like and her jeans so that I knew where the zipper was.
I shut my eyes tightly as I helped her take off her shirt, trying my best not to feel around as I might touch her bra. Next, I unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. I grabbed the hoodie and helped her wear it so as the tights.
I sighed in relief as i realised I was done. Thank god I chose tights instead of jeans or else I might have to feel around her jeans to fine the zipper again.

3rd Person's POV
At the same time, Namjoon's phone that was left in his dorm was ringing madly on his table.