Chapter 7 - CHAPTER 5

Namjoon hurries to put his notebooks in his bag. The boys wait for him in the underground parking, and he doesn't like making anyone wait.He quickly sets up the alarm in his office and turns around, colliding in someone's body. He steps away, his eyes widen, not expecting to face her like this.He didn't want to face her at all, but it sounds impossible as they're working in the same building—same department. If Seokjin has to work with her, it's only fair he has to face her as well."Long time no see." Her delicate voice brings memories to Namjoon. Memories he wants to forget for his own sake.He nods, smiling politely. Namjoon, keep it formal and it will pass."How have you been?""Good. Living life, here and there. Focusing entirely on my work. People out there needs me.""Oh, I see." She giggles, tucking her hair behind her ear. "How are things going with Seokjin?"Namjoon's body tenses at the sound of his boyfriend's name coming out of that woman's mouth. I've to keep it simple. It's not worth it. I can't risk it."I told you the last time we met we broke up. Love can't last forever." He clenches his jaw, his dragon eyes spilling fire."Oh, Namjoon. I thought you perhaps came back together. You loved each other so fiercely, he even joined this life for you."Namjoon strangles the strap of his backpack as much as he can, his hand soon feeling sore. No need to remind me."You gave us no choice. Have you forgotten that, too?" He spats, the volcano boiling inside him ready to explode. How there she mention it as if it was a blessing?"How could I, Namjoon? Everything I did, everything I do is for you. Because I love you. After all this years, I still—"Namjoon scoffs. "Stop it here, I don't want to hurt you."He takes a few steps closer, until he stands next to her, looking at opposite sides. "And I'm not talking about your feelings."* * *"And he went like this," Hoseok kicks the air with his leg, "And like this." He moves his arms around, trying to copy Jungkook's moves.Yoongi snorts. "Hoba, right now you look like a broken fan. Come here, I don't give a fuck about his fighting skills.""Woah, they impressed me. How can someone be this cool?"Taehyung glares at Hoseok. "He isn't cool in any way. Do you actually like him? You don't consider him your friend, do you?"Taehyung brings another biscuit to his mouth. He bites it fast, waiting for his boyfriend's answer."Why not? We're mates at work now."Yoongi laughs and pats his thighs, Hoseok hurries to sit on his lap."It's only been one day. Don't be dramatic. Anyway, I'm sure he wants to do something to Jimin. Every time he looks at him," Yoongi shivers. "I can't stand him.""That nasty boy wants to hurt my Chimmy?" Taehyung strungles the pack of biscuits between his hands."Who wants to hurt me?" Jimin closes the door and lays on Hoseok's bed. "I'm going to sleep here tonight, I don't care what you say. Hobi, you still bring your gun with you, right?"Hoseok smiles. "Nobody will touch you while I'm around, Jimin-ah."Jimin smiles, but it slowly fades. "Now seriously, what happened?" He brings his knees towards his chest. "Another death treat?""That nasty boy!" Taehyung's chair slides backwards when he gets up. He takes big steps and leaves the room, running downstairs."You! What do you want to do to my Chi—" Namjoon presses his hand against his mouth, muffling Taehyung's words. The leader laughs, and waves his hand, shaking his head to Jungkook. He drags Taehyung with him to the kitchen, much to the youngest protests.Jungkook stares at them, the remote control still in his hands. Weirdos. They're all a bunch of weirdos and I'm stuck with them."Taehyung, what did we talk about?" Namjoon whispers yells. "You can't say 'My Chimmy' in front of him."Taehyung pouts and crosses his arms, taking a step away from Namjoon. "Why not? He's also my best friend. Has everyone forgotten about that, too?"Namjoon lets out a tired sigh. He closes his eyes, while he massages his temples. "I know. I know you care, Tae. But Jungkook isn't the enemy. He's one of us now and we must accept it, because we don't have another choice.""Yoongi said he wanted to do something to Jimin. What if he rapes him? What if he tries to hurt him with his flying kicks?"Namjoon caresses Taehyung's arms, soothing him as much as he can. "Jungkook won't hurt Jimin. Learn to read through him, Tae. Jungkook's just a grumpy boy who was forced to join a group of strangers out of nowhere. Not only a group, the Bangtan Boys. We don't know where he comes from, we don't even know why he ended up living this life. . . His reason can't be too different to ours."Taehyung bites his lips, looking down. "I understand.""Besides, look at him! He can't be more straight, haven't you watched him? There's no way he likes Jimin.""What about Yoongi?""Yoongi's just overprotective, baby. He would literally die only for seeing you smile. He's just protecting Jimin because he. . . He has his charms.""Are you calling the rest of us ugly?"Namjoon chuckles, cupping his face. "Jimin has his special charms, while you're the cutest boyfriend I've ever had."Namjoon shows his beloved dimples, while Taehyung shows his boxy smile."Do you want to join me tonight? You can cuddle me all night."Taehyung nods, hugging him for short seconds. "I wish your strong arms could carry me to your room."Namjoon chuckles, placing a kiss on Taehyung's forehead.* * *The first week passed in a blink of an eye. Between their chaotic work, Taehyung didn't stop sending daggers to Jungook, which the younger boy completely ignored. Taehyung won the title to the weirdest weirdo. Hoseok won the title of the coolest weirdo. Still a weirdo, but at least Jungkook doesn't feel like throwing himself out of the window with his presence. Namjoon won the title of the annoyiest weirdo the day he scolded him for bringing a girl to the flat. Namjoon clearly stated, "Your love life stays out of these walls. Just like ours. We must keep this professional." The next day, Jungkook didn't come back with them from work, they met him the next day there. If he couldn't bring his girls to his room, Jungkook would come to them.* * *"Carlos will be waiting for us tomorrow morning, around six a.m." Namjoon tangles the noodles with the chopsticks, blowing it before taking it to his mouth."Who's Carlos?""Our privet pilot. We've never used public planes." Seokjin explains, playing with the hot food in his plate."I thought Namjoon bought the flights?" Jungkook lets the chopsticks to a side. "Was that a code or something?"Namjoon shakes his head. "Carlos needs his monthly income as well."Hoseok yawns, stretching his upper body. "Thank God I'm tired enough to sleep early tonight.""What's the drama? You can always sleep on the plane.""Mm-hmm, but our beds will always be better.""Our?""Mm-hmm. We bought all the mattress in the same store, yours included. So we passively sleep in the same bed. Has it never crossed your mind?"Jungkook observes Hoseok for a few seconds, trying to descipher which kind of thoughts run inside his mind."No."Namjoon's strengths on the chopsticks intensifies, preventing to face palm himself.