𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬

06

Namjoon woke up, groggy and drained from a whole week of school works. Now that today was the weekend, he wheeled over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of soju, popping the cap off and taking a healthy shot of it. As if it's coffee.

His eyes landed on Taehyung who was looking at Namjoon weirdly, his chopsticks just centimeters away from his lips. The painter furrowed his eyebrows and snorted in confusion.

"Uh, good morning?" Namjoon said, getting back at his soju and sitting on the countertops.

Taehyung looked outside the window and back at Namjoon who had an indifferent face as he continued to take a sip on the cold beverage, making strange noises as he goes.

"It's literally noon." Namjoon simply shrugged his shoulders. The door towards the bathroom opened, Yoongi came out, shivering, his hair dripping wet and his lower body covered in a towel. He looked at his two friends and went on his merry way towards his room.

Suddenly, Namjoon went and looked for his phone, remembering something important that the teachers decided yesterday. The professor ransacked around the couch and found his phone slipped under the covers.

He looked at his messages and hopped over to Taehyung who was busy eating and scribbling something down, the professor showed the gleaming phone in front of the painter, "The teachers decided we go drinking—"

"She's gonna be there?" Taehyung shortly interrupted, Namjoon looked at Taehyung surprised and confused, his friend has been looking so downcast the past few days, and now he's suddenly asking about a girl?

Namjoon furrowed his temples and tilted his head, "Who?" The professor asked, elongating the o and turning his pitch up. Namjoon and Taehyung met in a bar back in college, the painter found Namjoon back then standing on a table, a drink in hand and him rapping his emotions out to a fling that didn't end well.

And multiple things too, Taehyung could vividly remember Namjoon dissing his college professor for being so unfair, the people were vibing though, so Taehyung thought it's good.

And around that time, Taehyung had multiple flings, testing the waters, feeling it out. But Namjoon could always see the unsatisfied look on his friend's face.

The look of surprise on Namjoon's face when he saw Taehyung ask about someone, a smile on his lips, and a little sparkle of life in his eyes was enough to send the older man on a whirlwind of questions.

Yoongi came out of his room, he tousled his bleach blonde hair with a towel, and listened in on their discussion. He caught the look of confusion and thorough surprise in Namjoon's eyes.

"His first love," Yoongi yelled out, catching the attention of both guys. Namjoon chuckled but the questioning look on his face remained. "I heard she worked at your school," Yoongi said as a matter of fact and turned towards the two guys.

Namjoon still had a questioning look as he tried to remember the names of the people who he worked with, "Mrs. Do?" The professor spat out, an eyebrow raised as his pitch slightly went up.

Taehyung immediately spat out the water he's chugging towards Namjoon's direction who could only screech in disgust. "What? No! She's literally my maths teacher back in high school!" Taehyung yelled out in disgust. There's nothing wrong with Mrs. Do, only for the fact that she would teach math and expect everyone to get it and have a quiz just a moment after giving the lesson.

"She's literally 50 something years older than me!" Taehyung continues to yell out, brushing the hairs on his body stand up on its end.

Yoongi jogged over to them and passed Namjoon a pack of paper towels, the professor took them and begrudgingly wiped himself from having been the victim of Taehyung's spit shower. "Pretty, average height, really cute— oh did I mention pretty again?" Yoongi said, before glancing at Taehyung who could only nod his head.

"She's just the definition of colors, Taehyung's words not mine." Taehyung winked at Yoongi and finger gunned him before a smile erupted on the painter's face. Namjoon scoffed and raised his hands, surrendering from their 'guess Taehyung's first love' game.

He threw out the stack of crumpled wet paper towels before plucking off another one and dabbing himself dry. "I give up, who is it?" Namjoon asked. Yoongi stayed silent and acted as if he's passing Taehyung a crown.

Taehyung took the imaginary crown and placed it on his head, Namjoon could only roll his eyes at his two friends' weirdness. Taehyung clumped his fingers together, "Its—"

Before the painter could even answer, their doorbell rang and continued to ring, not even giving the machine a damn time to take a breather.

Seeing as Yoongi was the only one close to the door, he sighed and trudged towards the door, hauling himself and lazily unlocking the door. His mind immediately wandered off if he had bought anything completely random and useless online again.

When the door swung open, Yoongi yawned and scratched his side before asking, "What?"

The moment he laid eyes towards the unexpected guest, a lump began to form in his throat. He couldn't even look at the guest in the eye.

She pushed past him and rolled her eyes at the messy state that their shared apartment was in.

A guy that looks to be in his early 50's exuded confidence and a 'talk to me and I'll fuck you up' kind of vibe.

The next one to come in was a tall guy with really broad shoulders and pouty lips, he had a scowl on his lips as he ordered their bodyguards to stay put and remain on their highest alert level.

He momentarily paused and side-eyed Yoongi who could only look down before glancing back up and catching the other guy's eyes.

The other guest furrowed his brows and jeered before following the woman and the man deeper into the house. Yoongi closed the door and took a deep breath, already thinking of an apology to his neighbors so they won't file a noise complaint.