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Namjoon woke up to a knocking sound.
Thankfully, he fell asleep on the couch to a random show that plays at two in the morning. Namjoon groaned from the sound, lifting a hand up to rub his eye and sit up from the couch, slowly getting up from it and walking over to the door to see who.
"What the fuck..." Namjoon groans again, wiping both of his eyes from the tiredness.
He moves the curtain to look through the window, seeing a familiar face. Nope. Not Hoseok. This male is drenched in tears. What are the odds? Namjoon moves the curtain back where it was, unlocking the door and twisting the doorknob, making eye contact right away.
Namjoon knits his brows, keeping his hand on the door. "What're you doing here?"
"C-Can I stay?" Yoongi asks, clutching onto a backpack that's on his chest. "F..For a few nights?"
Namjoon lowered his eyes, then looking at Yoongi, sighing. "I have to let Jackson know you're here."
"Th-That's fine."
Namjoon moves away to let the smaller walk into the house, letting the taller close the door behind him too. Namjoon crosses his arms, keeping his brows knitted. Yoongi lowered the backpack from his chest, biting the inside of his cheek.
"I-I'll mostly be asleep... I won't bother you most of the time. I-I don't want you to be mad at me more..." Yoongi spoke.
"Did you tell your fathers about you coming here?"
"Th-They're not my fathers..." Yoongi wipes his face from the old tears. "And..no. I-I didn't tell them. I left a note that I'll be away and I don't w-want them to worry about me."
"Why're you here?" Namjoon asks.
Yoongi froze, gulping hard. He knew that question was going to pop up. The whole reason why he's here to begin with. He doesn't know if he doesn't want to say it. Namjoon walks up to the older with knitted brows, putting his hands in his hips.
"C-Can I tell you..when it's noon?" Yoongi nervously looks at him.
He stares at him, sighing. "Fine." He starts walking towards the couch to turn off the TV. "Go on and go to my room. I'll be there in a bit."
Yoongi nods, turning around to walk to the bedroom. Namjoon watches as the older walks away, biting the inside of his cheek. He bends down to grab his phone from the coffee table, turning on his phone and started to dial Jackson's phone number. Namjoon puts his phone up to his ear, sighing.
Jackson trusted Namjoon to be at the house alone. With his medication. Jackson stayed at one of his friend's house, that's why Namjoon's alone. Namjoon kept asking 'are you sure' because he didn't even trust himself to keep on track. To make him feel better, Jackson does call him twice a day.
"Hey. You okay?" Jackson sounded tired.
"Yeah. I'm sorry to wake you up..." Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck.
"No. It's fine. What's wrong?"
"Yoongi showed up again."
"You're kidding."
"No. I'm really not." Namjoon sighs. "He seemed more upset this time and he wants to stay a few days. Is that okay to you?"
"Joon. Your medicine, your health—I don't know if Yoongi being there around you is going to keep you stabled enough."
"I know. I know." Namjoon rubs his temples. "But..I feel like he's only here to have comfort..nothing else. I'm getting worried about him. Really worried."
Jackson sighs. "Fine. I'll let this slide but please..don't get yourself distracted because of him, okay?"
