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"Namjoon, where the hell are you? You're an hour late." Jackson says in a stern way, having a grip on his phone.
Sadly, it's only a voicemail. Namjoon wasn't answering his phone since he left to see Yoongi. Jackson kept pacing back and forth in the living room, hopping he'll return home soon.
"You fuck! Answer your goddamn phone!" Jackson finally heard keys rattling, the door being pushed open to reveal the tall male that finally showed up. "Where the hell have you been!?" Jackson faced him, brows knitted and tossed his own phone on the couch. "It's been an hour!"
Namjoon just closes the door behind him, hanging up his keys and ignoring the fact that his own caregiver is sounding really upset for returning late. The taller just takes off his leather jacket and hangs it up too, slicking his hair back.
Jackson huffs, crossing his arms. "Fine. Ignore me. But did you get to see Yoongi?"
"Do I have his stuff still? No. Of course I met him."
Jackson curls his brows. "How did it go?"
"It went fine." Namjoon walked up to the kitchen, getting himself a cup of water.
"Are you sure?" Jackson walked with him. "You didn't..break down or anything?"
Namjoon sighs, putting the cup down. "Can we like, talk about it tomorrow? Please? I'm tired."
"Fine." Jackson grabs his keys from the counter, sighing. "I'm going to work. Be good and don't trash the place."
"I won't."
Jackson walks over to grab his own jacket and twisted the doorknob, opening the door. "Lock the door behind me." He earns a nod when he closes the door.
Namjoon fills up the cup with water, putting the water back in the fridge. He got himself to quickly jog over to the window, peaking through the curtain to see if Jackson is getting into the car and swiftly driving off. Thank god he left.
A soft knock on the door, making Namjoon walk over to the door and twisting the knob.
"Hi."
Yoongi softly smiles. "Hi."
Namjoon let's the smaller in the house, closing the door behind him. Yeah. Don't ask. They don't know what they're doing. Yoongi begged to come with him. He didn't want to go to Dohwan and Minho. And they still don't know what happened between him and Hoseok.
"He can't know you're here." Namjoon spoke up, walking over to the kitchen to get the glass of water for Yoongi.
Yoongi softly grabs the cup, taking a quick sip. "So..he's your caregiver?"
Namjoon nods, getting himself a drink—a soda instead of water. "He's been helping me since I got out of the mental hospital."
"Mental hospital?" Yoongi curls his brows, putting his drink down on the table. "Wh-What happened?"
Namjoon fluttered his eyes down, putting his drink down on the counter. "I overdosed on my medication, two months later when you left."
Yoongi's heart dropped.
"It doesn't matter now." He picks up his drink, opening the soda can. "I recovered. A lot."
"I-It's all my fault." Yoongi whispers at himself, covering his mouth and nose with both of his hands, the feeling like he's been stabbed a hundred times.
"Yoongi." Namjoon walked up to him, softly placing his hands on the boy's shoulders. "Look at me."
Yoongi closed his eyes tight, shaking his head and lowering it.
Namjoon softly grabs the smaller's wrists and took them off his face, cupping the boy's face. "Yoongi. Look at me."
Yoongi fluttered his eyes open as the taller carefully wiped his eyes.
"I was an idiot in the past. I'm fine now. It's not your fault for what I did to myself. I did that like nothing mattered but something did. I'm still trying to ignore what I did."
