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"Shit, what happened to your hand?"
"Get the hell away from me." Namjoon stares at him, still holding onto his wrist.
Hoseok backs up. "I just want to talk, damn."
"And I don't want to talk to you. Go away."
"It's about Yoongi."
"Can I not be anymore fucking clearer?" Namjoon glares, hissing from the pain in his wrist a bit. "Leave me alone!" He couldn't help to yell, turning found to the car.
Hoseok rolls his eyes, moving his hair out of his eyes and walking up to the taller male. Hoseok grabs his arms and pushes him down on the car, making Namjoon drop his keys. Hoseok grabbed both of the taller's arms, putting them on the car. Namjoon hissed in pain from his hand that made him hiss.
"Fucking listen to me for once!"
"I rather be buried alive than talk to you." Namjoon mumbles to him. "Get off."
"Doesn't everyone about me? Look, I know you and I ended on bad terms in the past but, I have a situation that you can easily get rid of. For you and me."
"Let go of me." Namjoon knits his brows.
"I'll let go of you if you listen to me. Deal?"
"I don't care. No deal." Namjoon tries to push him off.
But Hoseok's grip got tighter on his arms, pushing him back down on the car. "You're being immature! Stop!"
"Get the fuck off me!"
"What the fuck is going on!?"
Hoseok turns his head, seeing the other male that Namjoon is with. Who the hell is he? Hoseok knits his brows. Namjoon lifts his leg up to kick off the male, making him hit the concrete ground on his behind, slightly groaning in pain. Jackson jogged over to Namjoon, putting the backpack on the floor.
"What happened?" Jackson asks.
"It's nothing. Just take me to the hospital. I want to leave. Now." Namjoon says.
"Okay. Okay, we're going to leave." Jackson placed a hand on his shoulder, grabbing the backpack from the ground. "Hold your wrist. You might've broke your wrist again."
Namjoon nods. "It's been two years. It should've been fully healed by now."
"It should have been fully healed, I agree. C'mon."
"Wait." Hoseok suddenly grabs Namjoon's arm to stop him, leaning up to Namjoon's ear. "Get Yoongi off my back. He rather have you than me himself. Please." He whispers. "I don't want him around anymore."
Namjoon stares at him. "No. He's yours now."
Jackson pushes Hoseok off from the taller male. "Who the hell even are you?" He asks, brows knitted.
"An old friend." Hoseok says, finally backing up. "I'm leaving now. And Namjoon." He points at him. "You have my word. I really mean it."
Namjoon curls his brows. "Don't you get it? He doesn't love me anymore. He broke up with me. He's your problem now. Not mine."
God fucking damnit. Hoseok groans, rubbing his temple and sliding his hand on his neck. "Wait!"
Namjoon stopped, looking at him. "What now?"
"I need to tell you something. It's personal."
"Save it, Jung. I'm already exhausted." Namjoon finally walks to the other side of the car, opening the car door himself.
Hoseok's brows curled as he watched Jackson putting the backpack in the car, getting in the car and closing the door behind him, engine starting. Hoseok gulped hard, sighing. Yoongi doesn't deserve to be with me. I rather have him with the love of his life. Hoseok thought, fluttering his eyes down when Jackson drove off.
"I'm screwed." Hoseok says, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm so very fucking screwed..."
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
+ namjoon was on his medication, that's why he's calm during the situation lol
