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Yoongi climbed out from under the bed, placing his hands on the bed.
Namjoon lowers his phone to his lap, sighing in relief. Yoongi stood up on his feet, getting himself to sit back on the edge of the bed. Namjoon puts his phone back on his nightstand, nervously slicking his hair back.
"I-Is he your Hyung?"
"Yeah. And my boss." Namjoon lies back down on the bed. "He acts like a father and he knows that I didn't grow up with a father, or a mother."
"Does he know..everything?" Yoongi couldn't help to ask.
"I guess." Namjoon moved the blanket off himself and got up from the bed. "He's fine until he acts like a control freak."
Yoongi just nods, fluttering his eyes up to look at the older. I have to tell him now. "Um. Namjoon-ah?"
"I can take you home when Jack leaves to go somewhere." Namjoon sits down at his desk, opening up his notebook and grabbing his pen, clicking it. "If he doesn't leave, we probably have to sneak out in the back."
"Namjoon-ah."
"I'm not supposed to be around you. I needed to avoid you but for some stupid reason, I just couldn't." Namjoon comments as he continues to write down something important.
Yoongi stood up from the bed. "Namjoon."
"How about; you leave now because I feel like I'm making a major mistake right now—"
"I slept with Hoseok."
Namjoon stops writing. Yoongi shakily gulped, biting his bottom lip. Namjoon clicks his pen and sits up, turning his chair to face the older male. Yoongi's brows were curled, nervously looking at him. His heart was beating horribly.
"P-Please say something."
Namjoon just stares at him for a few more seconds. He fluttered his eyes down, tongue stabbing the inside of his cheek and turned back around to his desk to not face or make eye contact with him.
"Leave. I don't care if Jack sees you."
"I-It was a drunken m-mistake—"
"Just get the fuck out of my room." Namjoon breaks his pen, almost spilling all the ink on his paper.
Yoongi twitches, fluttering his eyes a bunch and grabbing his own hand to stop it. He moves the bangs out of his eyes, slightly sniffing. He grabbed his phone that he placed on his bed, walking over to exit his room, closing the door behind him.
Namjoon didn't want to face him. Yes. What he said did upset him. Namjoon just slicks his hair back with his left hand since the ink is on his writing hand.
Jackson was chopping a tomato, making himself a simple salad. When he heard the door closed and footsteps, he knew Namjoon was out of the room.
"Namjoon-ah, should I put cucumbers in my salad? Or peppers in my—" He turned around, blinking. "—salad..."
Yoongi froze and made eye contact with him. "H-Hi."
Jackson nervously lifts up a hand. "Um. Hi? Did you just come from Namjoon's room?" He pointed out.
"Um..I-I uh..." Yoongi didn't what to say, nervously holding tight on his phone.
Yoongi made a mistake and turned around jogging to the door and twisting the knob. Jackson immediately went after him, immediately pushing the door closed and pushing the male down on the door to stop him from leaving. He put a hand on the male's neck to keep him down, having a kitchen knife in hand and pointing at him.
"Who the hell are you?" Jackson says in a stern way.
"P-Please don't h-hurt me!" Yoongi whimpers out.
"Who the fuck are you!?" Jackson yells this time.
Namjoon ran out of his bedroom when he heard yelling, immediately grabbing Jackson's arms and pulling him him off the older male, the kitchen knife falling from his hand and fall from the ground. Namjoon walks over to kick the kitchen knife away, facing the male on the ground that's confused.
"Go." He says to Yoongi.
"B-But—"
"Go!" Namjoon shouts.
Yoongi jumps from the yelling, finally opening the door and leaving, the door being closed behind him.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Namjoon yells at Jackson. "You pointed a knife to him!?"
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continuing in the next chapter
btw, Jackson never seen Yoongi's face before, that's why the whole thing happened- he only heard about him
