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Namjoon was at his job.
He was spraying some plants, watering them. He was lazy today, wearing an anime shirt and a plain grey jacket. He wore his grey sweats with his black and white puma shoes. He could've warn his slip-ons but Jackson had a small rule in the building and it was odd.
Someone entered the store, Namjoon not looking up and looking through a magazine instead of his phone. He saw the shadow that someone went in front of him in a cash register, about to ask something.
Namjoon flips a page. "What can I get you."
"Rude of you to not make eye contact."
Namjoon immediately looked up, widening his eyes. He tossed his magazine and immediately gripped the knife from under the register, standing up on his feet from the chair he was sitting on. That stupid familiar voice he heard was dead on.
"Get the fuck, out of my store." Namjoon tightened his jaw.
"Calm down. I just want some tulips." Jimin crossed his arms. "Did you even get my letter in the past?"
Namjoon's brows knitted. "What?"
"God, you really are dumb." Jimin scoffs, putting his hands on his hips. "I finally let go of you and to be honest, I didn't know you worked here. That whole time I was trying to get you back is because I wasn't taking my medication and I was on drugs, alright? But I'm finally clean so..I'm different now. I'm taking another path."
"You were..on drugs?" Namjoon knits his brows, kind of confused.
Jimin rubs the back of his neck nervously. "Yeah... I was. I'm really sorry for everything I did, even when I was in a relationship with you."
Namjoon puts the knife back down in the register, letting go of it. "Um. Thanks..for telling me I guess."
"I don't deserve that so don't repeat it. Just find me tulips. Please. They're for the guy who helped me recover. He likes tulips."
"Right. Sure." Namjoon nervously clears his throat. "Follow me."
Jimin nods, walking with him.
"You've been ignoring me lately."
"I have my reasons." Yoongi mumbles.
He scoffs. "Like what? You fucked someone on accident? Got a disease?"
Yoongi twitched, grabbing his own hand to stop it. "No. It wasn't that."
"Then what?"
Yoongi sighs, stopping his steps. Should I even tell him? If I bring up Namjoon, he'll get all pissy and annoyed by it. Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek. I shouldn't tell him. His friend crossed his arms, waiting for an answer.
"Do-Hyung..made me mad."
"The fuck? Why?"
Yoongi twitches again, exhaling annoyingly and continued to walk. "I-It doesn't really matter, Hobi. He just made me mad today."
Hoseok rolled his eyes, walking with him. "What was the point of being nice to him now? He's obviously rude. You know what? When I come over text time, I'm going to be my natural self!"
"Hobi..." The smaller slightly whines.
"Fuck your dads! I'm gonna be me!"
Another twitch. "Th-They're not my parents."
"Let's go to your house. I bet they'll act like that they like me!" Hoseok happily puts his arm around his and pulls him with.
Yoongi stayed silent and let him be pulled. He doesn't really a hundred percent know why he became friends with Hoseok. But he remembers, Hoseok was a horrible person and hurt him at school, bullied him horribly. Until Namjoon protected him.
When Dohwan and Yoongi went shopping, they ran into each other. Hoseok was slightly still the same, being a sarcastic asshole. Hoseok tried to ditch him from talking to him since they had a bad past, but..Yoongi stopped him from leaving.
"Pl-Please help me be like you!"
Ah. Now he remembers. He made Hoseok become his friend to look mean and sound mean. But Yoongi is still Yoonie. It's been difficult from the two years that past to change into soft and sweet..to hard and plain.
