Book 3: Restart

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Day 70

Yoongi's Pov

I was out with Namjoon at some random gay bar he found on the internet, cringing at how he was drinking his feelings away.

He and Hoseok recently had a fight about how they don't have sex enough. Apparently Namjoon likes the emotional side of their relationship more than their physical, and Hoseok sees opposite. Instead of saying something he would regret, he called me and now he's drinking and rambling about his problems.

"Like fuck! I don't want to have sex every fucking week like sometimes I just enjoy our cuddle sessions or when we eat or watch T.v together! I just wanna enjoy that but it feels like he just wants me for my fucking body!"

I hit Namjoon across the back of his head, making his forehead almost bash into the hard wood under his forearms. He glared at me and I glare right back.

I felt more comfortable with the fact that he was drunk, and would most likely forget that this ever happened.

"Look. You're the one who got engaged to him. You're the one who wants to marry him! So shut the fuck up, and maybe have a decent conversation about how you guys feel instead of turning to alcohol! Maybe the fucker gets the emotional side of your relationship through sex, while you get it by spending time together! So what! If you love him enough and he loves you, you can work out your problems like adults so you can both be happy! He's not using you for your body Namjoon, he loves you too much to do that! So go and drink some fucking water, and man up!"

Namjoon met my eyes, tears welling up at the corners. He lunged at me and almost knocked me off of the barstool, practically sobbing on my shoulder.

"Thanks man! I really love you you know that! I was a coward in highschool so I'm going to say it now! I love you!" He tried to kiss my cheek but I turned my face away, disgust clear as my hands were flat against his cheek while I tried to sit him back down.

"Is this gentleman bothering you?" I looked up to see a foreign guy in front of me. White skin, brown hair and green eyes. He was wearing a button up and jeans, converse on his feet.

I almost gagged at his non-existent style, but I politely smiled while I punched Namjoon's side, making him immediately sit up with a wince.

"Uh no. He's a friend." It seemed like the guy didn't get the hint, stepping forward to set his half finished drink on the counter next to me.

"Are you sure? Pretty sure it looked like he was trying to make a move on you." My eyebrow twitched in annoyance. Am I not intimidating to this bitch?

"Dude, he said that he was fine so leave him be!" That made the stranger get up in Namjoon's face, a curl in his lip.

"Look fella. I don't take harassment kindly around here you understand? Now back off and let me-"

I stood up. Now it didn't make a difference, since this fucker was around Namjoon's height, which made me even more annoyed.

"What's your name?" He turned to me with a smile, extending his hand. "I'm Jay." I nodded, not even acknowledging his hand.

"Look, Jay. I told you that he's my friend. Now if that didn't tell you anything then I'm going to say this lightly. Leave us alone. Nothing is going on and you don't have to intervene. Please walk away."

Jay only rolled his eyes, leaning in closer to me. "You know, you don't have to fake it in front of me. I can actually help yo-"

When he saw my glare he froze, his words coming to a stop. "Get the fuck out of my face." He backed up, looking around to see if anyone witnessed that.

We weren't loud, so there were only a few eyes on us. "Don't make me punch your fucking face in. To save your pride I won't make a scene, but try that shit again and you'll be crying for your mother. Walk. Away."

The guy only glared at me, looking around once again before walking away with his hands in his pockets. I sat back down and ran a hand through my black hair, sighing.

"Gosh, foreigners are so stupid." Namjoon laughed next to me, and I turned to see him almost passed out drunk.

"Time for you to go home." I lifted him up from his seat, quickly putting cash on the counter for the bartender before I put his arms around my neck, balancing my other free hand on his waist.

I walk him to the exit, shivering once the door opened and closed. Winter was coming sooner than I thought. I shoved him into the passenger seat and shut the door, not breaking a sweat but still sighing, hating how I had to take care of him and skip my relaxation at home.

I get inside and start to car, stealing a glance at Namjoon, realizing that he's passed out drunk. I only smile and shake my head, pulling out of the parking lot of the bar and driving towards his house.

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Day 72

I was with Jimin, coffee in our hands while we walked down the streets of Seoul. We would exchange a few jokes and laughs, the atmosphere between us comfortable and light.

That was until someone ruined it.

We ended up at a table in a park, chatting about how cats were way better than dogs when a guy came over. He was Korean, purple dyed hair with studs, a lip ring. His eyes were brown and he wore a plaid checkered button up shirt over a black hoodie, ripped black jeans on.

He completely ignored my presence and turned to Jimin, a smile on his face. "Hey." Jimin seemed shocked by his presence, looking him up and down as if he couldn't believe that he was real.

"You missed me?" The guy grinned, placing his ass right next to my coffee, which I snatched before his germs could infect it. That's when he noticed me.

He took me in, leaning over a bit to get a good look at me before he raised his eyebrow. "Who's this?"

I was getting tired of him. I turned to Jimin, who was giving me a pleading look. That's when I assumed that he was an old boyfriend, or clearly someone he did not want around.

"I'm his boyfriend. Who are you?" The boy stopped. He got up, turning my way with a displeased expression. "I'm Jimins ex if you didn't know. Why the fuck would he shoot his shot with some druggie." Shock. That's what went through my body right before I shot up and grabbed his collar, getting up in his face.

"Ooh, I can guess who's the top in this relationship-" I pulled him close, our breaths intermingling as my upper lip curled up in anger.

"Listen good and well. I don't give a flying fuck whether you were Jimin's ex or not. You're clearly still not together for a reason. Now I'm with him, so don't interfere and back off."

I let him go, watching him dust his clothes off. "I guess you found a hot one Jimin. But he still won't compare to me in the bedroom. Look at him. He clearly only has looks."

I could only sigh. This guy clearly couldn't get the message. "Maybe you aren't as good as you say you are if he's with me now. I'm not going to entertain your little scene right here, so we're just going to go."

Jimin walked over to me with both of our coffees, handing mine to me while I flipped off the guy. Once we turned around away from him I slid my hand around Jimin's waist, gripping it a bit before I turned my head to the side.

The guy threw a middle finger at me before storming off, and so I chuckled. My hand was back at my side in the span of a few seconds.

"He's gone now?" I nodded, sipping my now cold coffee. "He was an ex that I wish never existed. He was the absolute worst when we were dating. By the way, you looked hot talking to him."

My coffee was lifted mid air, my eyebrow raised while I delayed the taste of cold coffee to my mouth.

"Really?" Jimin was staring at me, a certain look in his eyes. "Yeah, really."

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Lynn~~