When The World Stops

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Seoul by RM

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2 Weeks later.

"Namjoon! you made it bro!" Jackson threw his arm around Namjoon's shoulder the drink in his other arm splashing vigorously in its crystal glass. The bitter smell of alcohol on his friend's breath indicated Namjoon was late to the party. "Happy birthday man." Namjoon grimaced, trying to wretch himself from jackson's steely grip. 

"Awww, you remembered." Jackson moved to pinch his  friend's cheeks, clearly elated that his dear friend managed to separate himself from his precious studio for a night. "It truly is an honour, that thou has managed to get your ass here!" he yelled out loud, causing the rest of the guests in the club to cheer and leave welcoming smacks on his shoulder. 

He truly wished suga was here....even jin would've been better than having his three youngest brothers in a club. With alcohol. With the boys. God knows what trouble they'd create.  

He had no interest to be here but he had no choice, Jackson was there for him since the beginning and the least he could do was turn up on his birthday night. After greeting everyone, some people too intoxicated to recognize who Namjoon was and some just too occupied with the girls on their laps, he made a beeline to the trio who seemed to be engaged in a heated quarrel.

Jimin, upon seeing Namjoon approach them elbowed Jungkook in the gut "Fuck Jimin, Why are you getting phy-"

"Hyung." Tae exclaimed, his pitch a little too high as his eyes darted all around the room sending Namjoon an unsettling feeling. 

"What did you three do now." He sighed, eyeing jungguk who looked down sweating bullets. 

"N-Nothing hyung, we were just talking." The youngest deflected.

Giving them a skeptical look he continued. "Whatever, you see that booth over there?" He pointed to one of the cubicles aligned along the wall covered with a posh purple velvet curtain. 

"You mean the VIP rooms?" Jimin enquired.

"Yes." Namjoon nodded. "I'm going to be in that-"

"Hyung, those would've already been reserved-" Tae started

"Yeah, by me, I called ahead." Namjoon confirmed before dismissing that slight hiccup by waving his hands. "I'm going to be in room 7, don't get into trouble and for god sake Taehyung, don't teach these two to do a flamethrower...." Taehyung gulped. "Yeah, I saw that, hand me that lighter"  Namjoon put out his palm. "Come on." He urged, pointing his chin towards Taehyung's fisted hand. With a pout tae grunt slapping the lighter in his leader's hand which Namjoon stuffed in his pocket securely.

"You do anything crazy, Hobi isn't here to scream for help....got that?"

The three nodded like kids told not to run in the corridor. Feeling bad, Namjoon messed up their hair "Yah, go have fun." he gave in. Jungguk's smile ripped his face as the trio went straight to the got 7 boys. 

Sighing to himself, Namjoon turned on his heels and did his best to ignore the tangled bodies, the loud bass threatening to rip apart his ear drums and the lights which were starting to give him a migraine. 'Why is this torchure fun to some people. It smells like sweat and old sex.'

As he kept getting closer to his cubicle he wondered if his hearing was actually busted because he swore he could hear wet sounds, like people kissing. Dismissing it as an effect of his lack of 'action' he peeled open the curtain.