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Namjoon stared at his phone.
He was staring at a phone number that he doesn't really want to call. It's been two years since he called that number. More and more people are finding out how more fucked up he was when Yoongi broke up with him.
Namjoon just sighs and pressed the number on his screen, putting his phone up to his ear. It's ringing. It's ringing. Fuck, why am I so nervous? Namjoon gulped hard, lying down on his bed with his anxiety easily rising up. The other side of the phone stopped ringing.
"Jeongguk's phone."
Namjoon immediately sat up from the bed. "Hi, is um, Jeongguk there? Available?"
"Yeah. Let me get him. Hold on."
Namjoon moved the phone away from his ear, shakily sighing. Minutes later, he heard movement in the phone.
"Who's this?"
"Hey..Jeongguk."
"Joon-Hyung? How did you—"
"Tae uh, Tae lend me your phone number before I left. Um, how've you been?"
"I'm uh..good. Yeah, I'm doing fine. You?"
"... I-I've heard that you're still with Tae." Namjoon nervously chuckles. "How's he doing?"
"Oh. Tae is doing fine lately. He made me get nipple piercings."
"Aah. I see that you're fear is gone."
"Yeah. Somehow he got me to relax every time I get one now."
"Cool cool..."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, it's just..." Namjoon lowers his head, rubbing his forehead nervously. "How..long was it since you saw Yoongi?"
He heard Jeongguk sadly sigh. "Ever since he moved to Daegu, I haven't. He texted me that he's sorry and blocked my number. I haven't heard from him since."
Namjoon's frown stayed on his face. "I understand."
"I'm fine with it though. I knew he didn't mean to leave like that but..it had to happen someday, right? He wasn't going to be like that forever."
"R..Right."
"Anyways, how come you mention him?"
"I saw him a week ago."
"Say what now?"
Namjoon gulped hard. "He changed so much, Jeongguk. He acted like he didn't know me at all."
"It's been two years, Hyung. Why would he stay the same? Don't you realize how old he is?"
Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek. "I know."
"He's older than the both of us. He needed to grow up. We weren't even helping him grow. His mother abused him in a type of way to stay young minded like that."
"I..I should go."
"Hyung."
"I-I'll call you later." Namjoon moved his phone away from his ear and hung up. He tossed his phone on his bed and slicked his hair back. "Fuck."
He gets a knock on the door, the door being pushed open. "Joon?"
Namjoon sighs. "What."
"Give me your phone." Jackson shows his hand.
The taller rolled his eyes, grabbing his phone from his bed and giving him the phone. "It wasn't porn."
"You called an old friend. I heard Yoongi come out of your mouth."
"I was just mentioning him."
Jackson puts the phone in his own pocket. "Even if you were, you're not going to stop yourself from finding him again."
"Jack..." Namjoon frowns.
"I'm being serious. No Instagram because I know you'll be holding in your cries at three in the morning."
Why the fuck is he acting like a father? Namjoon annoyingly sighs, standing up on his feet. "I was raised by an Aunt. Not a parent."
Jackson lowered his eye contact, forgetting that Namjoon is a tall one, him walking past with a pissed off look. Jackson fluttered his eyes and turned around, watching him walk away. Namjoon could at any moment, hurt Jackson really badly. He's stronger and bigger enough to do it.
Namjoon has worked out so much to keep his anger under control, his depression under control. Jackson nervously sighs. That gym is making him more scarier than before I met him. He thought, biting the inside of his cheek.
