The Internship

Chapter Thirty One

A/N: Please read the note at the end.
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"Hoseok, that is the worst idea ever."

Namjoon spoke to him with a blank face and flat tone.

"How would we even kidnap her?! We live all the way in South Korea while she's in America. We don't have her address, and I'm pretty sure Jisu would just hate us even more."

Hobi watched him speak with a loud tone and he sighed, knowing their leader was right.

"Okay but I'm just tired of hearing Jimin go ape shit. I'm over the tension in this place and our constant arguments over small issues. Sometimes they aren't even problems but because of our pent up anger we just take it out on each other as a way to vent."

He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and collapsed his forehead to the countertop. Namjoon exhaled sadly, feeling overwhelmed.

"Let's just call her Hoseok."

"I already tried, she won't pick up."

His answer was quick and stern. You could hear the agitation within his voice.

"Then I'll call. She's still awake over there since it isn't too late."

Namjoon concluded and took out his phone from his pocket. Scrolling through his contacts he found Jisu's and pressed call hesitantly. All he could hear was the constant ringing as he brought it up to his ear, and contained the assumption that she wasn't going to answer. Then suddenly a female voice sounded with a one word greeting.

"Hello?"

Namjoon felt his breath hitch and a sudden shake to his nerves. Hoseok looked up curiosly while he talked.

"U-uh, hey Jisu, it's Namjoon. I really need to talk to you."

"About what?"

She answered with quickness. Her tone wasn't easy going at all.

"It's just not the same here, and Jimin is the worst of the bunch since your leaving of Korea. I mean everything is so messed up now. We realized you kept everything together and we need you back."

Hobi nodded to himself as to agree with the other's words. Jisu sighed loudly over the phone and took a moment before replying.

"Look Namjoon, I can't co-"

"I'm putting you on speaker. Stay quiet and just listen, okay?"

He didn't wait for a reply and instead just sat the phone on the counter, performing the action. He was doing this because Jimin could be heard opening his door, and he wanted Jisu to hear his ways.

"I'm dressed and ready, when are we going?"

Jimin's voice was hard and cold as he asked, staring emotionless.

"Well I still have to wake up the others and get ready as well."

Hoseok answered lightly while standing up straight. The teen in front of him groaned and began yelling.

"So I have to fucking wait that fucking long?! Your slow asses will be ready when I have a cane in my hand and gray hair! Whatever, I'm starving anyway. Do we have any food in this damn dorm?!"

Jimin was shouting so loud it would cause you to cringe from ear sensitivity. He pulled the fridge door open with much strength and let it bang against the wall. The glass bottles on the side rattling.

"No one goes food shopping either. Going to practice hungry I guess, but who cares!"

He gave it a forceful slam to the point where the appliance nearly tipped over.