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"Make sure to water them everyday."
"Got it."
"And don't forget to count the money right this time."
Namjoon groaned in annoyance, slicking his hair back while he's under the shower head. When he heard that groan, he immediately opened the shower curtain to make eye contact with him. Namjoon looked at him with his brows knitted, not minding at all when his literal dick is shown.
"I'm not repeating myself. Get it done right and prune the bonsais correctly."
Namjoon sighs. "You don't have to repeat everything dude. I got this. Don't worry so damn much."
Jackson rolled his eyes, closing the shower curtain. "The hell is wrong with you lately? You've been acting odd for four days straight now."
Namjoon paused for a second, then continued. "It's nothing."
"I know when you're lying, Joon. What's going on?"
Namjoon closes his eyes, turning off the fossett and opening the shower curtain to face the male. He grabbed his towel first and swiftly put the towel around his waist. Jackson crossed his arms, raising a brow while he faced him.
"I saw Yoongi."
"Are you serious? That fucker again?"
Namjoon took a breath. "Jack..."
"He left you because of a simple and stupid secret that you were afraid to tell him." Jackson huffed, sounding annoyed. "He didn't fully understand you!"
"Jack." His brows knitted. "It was just a coincidence. We ran into each other in public and it was awkward, really awkward."
"It wasn't awkward—he acted like he didn't know you! He knew everything about you, Joon. And he basically abandoned you. Don't you get that?"
Namjoon sighs, stepping out of the bathroom. "I don't want this conversation again."
"Then why did you bring it up?"
Why is he my roommate again? Namjoon rolled his eyes as he slips on his underwear. "I'm done talking about it."
"Yah. You didn't answer my question!"
"You just wanted to know! It didn't have to go back to the conversation!" Namjoon yells while he enters his bedroom.
Jackson sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. Ever since he met Namjoon, he was more opened about his feelings. Jackson knew everything that has ever happened to him. Namjoon's personality was close to being the same in the past. But he's different, more forgotten than before.
Once Namjoon entered his bedroom and was about to put on his shirt, he made eye contact with his meds. Just one. Namjoon fluttered his eyes and cleared his throat, slipping his shirt on, walking over to his meds and opening the bottle up.
Jackson glanced from the corner.
Namjoon looks at the mirror, seeing him. "I see you."
"I'm just checking."
He sighs, putting the pill bottle down and moving it away. "It's been two years, Jack. I don't think of doing that anymore."
"Do you even remember how we met?" Jackson crossed his arms, leaning on the doorframe.
Namjoon stops. "Don't bring it up." He slips on his jacket that was laying on the bed.
"I was picking up my Umma from the mental hospital..."
"Stop."
"...and you were there."
"I get it!" Namjoon turns around to face him. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. "I get it. I know that I'm suicidal. But I'm clean. I've been clean. Can I get dressed now with you not staring at me all the time?"
Jackson sighs. "Fine. But first, give me your meds."
Namjoon groaned in annoyance, grabbing the pill bottle and tossed it to him. Jackson caught it, now leaving him alone. Namjoon watched him walk away, frowning at the fact from how they met.
Turns out, Namjoon did overdose and his Aunt couldn't take it anymore. She sent him to a mental hospital and made him stay there until he was fully better, someone keeping an eye on his medication every day. That's how he met Jackson.
Jackson was softly talking to his mother, holding both of her hands as she was listening with her medication still in her system. Namjoon was walking around, allowed to instead of being locked in his room. He was listening to their conversation, peaking into the room. It was an awkward start.
But turns out, Jackson's a professional caretaker for people with types of mental problems.
