involve ¦ vkookmin

xii. boy at the parking lot

namjoon's pov;

my telephone have rung while i was in the middle of reading the files. i clicked my tongue and answered it, "kim namjoon speaking."

"son," it was father with his weak voice. voice was close to cracking, almost vanishing. i did a long quiet sigh and waited for him to continue, "are you sure you don't wanna be the CEO?"

"hm, does that stop you from bothering me if i'll take the position?" i asked back, slightly smiling.

i heard him chuckling dryly, "then you'll miss me."

i grin and lean in my office chair to look at the ceiling, "you know you always see me before and after work, father."

"you'll never know how much longer you could keep up to me," he responded. my smile fading, my lips flattened. he continue, "taehyung still haven't drop by. i just want to see how's he doing."

his tone has a hint of sadness, almost sound like he's longing for something that he couldn't reach. i hummed, "don't worry, he will drop by later. if not, i'll have to drag his ass."

he laughs, "you two haven't changed. how nostalgic to see namjoon-hyung dragging little taehyung home."

"mm-hmm, right. anyways aren't you feeling tired, father? you should rest, i'll drop by at lunchtime."

"see you."

before i return the telephone, "rest well."

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"thank you, come again!"

i got out the restaurant where i usually buy food. it was cheap yet taste like home. the expensive food isn't really that good in my father's stomach. he can't tolerate such fancy or overdid ingredients being digested. he grew up being fed by grandmother, his mother's cooking.

i was walking to the parking lot when i saw two men arguing. it seems like the young man was being forced to go inside. kidnapping maybe?

i approach them and ask, "is there a problem here?"

the old man who seems to be older than the two of us taken aback from my sudden presence. loosening his grip to the short lad, he pushed to smile. "p-problem? of course not! i'm just trying to get this little brat home since he has been troubling me lately."

i turn my gaze to the called guy who seems to be pissed, trying to squirm off from the older man's grip. i look back at the old man again. they don't seem blood-related to me. though, some relatives are far from looking alike. they don't seem father-son at all.

i continue to approach them which make him to step back. i ask the younger one this time, "do you know him?"

"nope," he answered without hesitation which made the older man furious. he curse, "you little shit—"

he was about to swing his fist, but i blocked him. "forcing a random teenager to get in your car at the broad daylight? you trying to get yourself locked in the cell?"

the man seems to be troubled with that question [threat]. he pushed me away to get in his car in a panic. he says to the guy beside me as he drive off, "i'll come back to you, you little bitch!"

the old man's push wasn't even that hard to make me lose my balance. when the car was now far away, i heard him sighing stressfully. he scratch his head and say irritatingly, "i told him many times that i no longer have business with him."

"what were your business with him?" i asked with a straight tone. i just then realized that i'm butting in to his personal life when i'm not supposed to. he rose his eyebrow and crossed his arms. his lips then form a smirk. "why?"

he gets near me where our shoulders touch, "you interested?"

i just took a good look at his face. he is one looking pretty boy.

i furrowed my eyebrows from that question. a kid like him running a business? sounds shady. kind of reminds me of taehyung rebelling instead of doing his job right now.

"heh," he grins and pulls out his phone from his jacket. he asks while he looks to his phone, "give me your number."

"kid, i'm not planning to partner business with you because judging by how you dressed up, you seemingly do monkey business." i said with my usual furrowed eyebrows.

he pouted and then looked at himself front to back. i'm well aware that was too mean. he points himself innocently, "are you indirectly calling me a monkey?"

"and you're stupid at that." i added because of that. my head starting to hurt from dealing with him. i feel like my irritation is increasing every second, "anyways, i have to go. keep yourself safe, kid."

"stop calling me a kid, i have a name. how old are you, anyway?" his eyes wander above and then below. he was scanning me. he continues, "i'm guessing you're around 22, 25? also, i smell spicey rice cake on your hand.."

i clenched my jaw. this is troublesome. i have to get back to work soon and he's wasting my time. i pulled out my business card and gave it to him. before i walk pass him, "let's continue this next time, mister whatever-your-name-is."

he smirked with how i called him. he introduce himself, "just call me yoongi."