His Blue Dog | Sope BOOK #1

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Yoongi's heart ached for his best friend. The second he read the text from that girl his own heart shattered.

That's what Namjoon was doing these past few days...seeing the love of his life...he wrote her a poem...

And she rejected him.

"Oh, Namjoon..." Yoongi was speechless. He didn't know what feeling was appropriate. He was pissed at that girl, he wanted to kick her straight whore a*s so hard he broke a bone. But it was the girl his best friend loved, he couldn't hurt her or he would hurt him.

It must be why Namjoon's been so happy these past few weeks. He kept it all a secret...

She left him on read for almost twelve hours, Namjoon must've been so nervous.

"Joonie...I'm so sorry..." Yoongi turned the phone off and hugged Namjoon tightly. He was expecting him to start crying again, but his body was too tired. All Namjoon did was cling to Yoongi like his life depended on it. Ever since he read the message when he woke up, it felt like he couldn't breathe. It was so hard to breathe, blink, walk- speak, move. His once happy soul had died, became depressed and hid away from the world. He felt empty, like his heart wasn't even in his body anymore. He felt numb, besides the sadness that he could only think of.

"I'm too hard to love..."

Yoongi was going to start crying. "Namjoon, that is not true." He pulled back, seeing the tears swelling in the younger's eyes but unable to escape. This is the saddest he's seen Kim Namjoon since, well, ever. He's never had that look in his eye, even before debut. When they first debuted Namjoon was down, just like himself, only he could still feel happiness. Namjoon, although, never had the look of so much pain in his eyes like he did now.

Namjoon hadn't brightened up until Jin was officially in the band. His awkward dad jokes brought Namjoon up from the dirt. He made him happier. He turned okay. And even though during the Love Yourself: Tear era, when Namjoon had accidentally hurt himself so many times performing, he still didn't have this much pain; Yoongi could tell.

"You are so loveable, Joonie, I love you." Yoongi made eye-contact. "Jeonggukie loves you, TaeTae loves you, Jiminie loves you, Hoseokie loves you, and we all know Jin hyung favorites you." He smiled softly. "Forget her, because she's missing out on the best man on Earth. She's gonna-" "No." Namjoon shook his head, the built-up tears falling. "I love her hyungie, it hurts so bad..." He broke even more down. Yoongi didn't think he could break down more than he already had, but he did.

Yoongi sighed and gave up, cradling Namjoon and letting him cry it out.

For an hour...

Me
I need you

Jin Hyung
Where? Why?

Me
It's Namjoon

Me
He needs you

Jin Hyung
I'm coming

Namjoon felt his body moving, but he couldn't care. He didn't care if a sasaeng broke in and was about to kill him, he kept crying. It was the only thing he could do.

"Joonie."

Jin...

Yoongi helped give Namjoon to Jin, while he left for some tissues for the younger.

Jin carefully took Namjoon into his arms, hugging him, and giving his shaking shoulder gentle kisses. Namjoon buried his face in the elder's neck, taking in his scent when he gasped to breathe. He couldn't stop crying.

"Yoongi hyung, what's wrong with Namjoon hyung?" Jimin asked when he heard Namjoon crying. "Namjoon-ah is in love with someone, but they rejected him." Yoongi summarized. "Oh..." Taehyung pouted, turning sad. "He's with Jin hyung now." He told him, glad Jin was available. He had faith in Jin, he knew he would be able to make Namjoon better.

Namjin focus

"Do what you want, Joonie, it's okay..."

Jin kissed Namjoon, tears no longer falling from his eyes. Namjoon pulled back, eyes big. "I can handle it, okay? Whatever you want." Jin nodded to the younger, laying under him in his room. He didn't mean it sexually, he wanted Namjoon to curse him out or find some way to turn his sadness into anger. He had to get past the sadness.

"You can yell at me, curse me, hit me. I can handle it, Joonie." Jin kissed him again. Namjoon could feel his sadness turning into anger. Not at Jin, but at Naeun.

"I can't hurt you hyung." Namjoon definately wanted to hit something, but he loved Jin too much to hurt him. "Yes, you can. Here." Jin placed a pillow between them. "Hit the pillow." He instructed him. "Let it ou-"

Jin kept in the scream of pain, biting so hard on his lip and slamming his eyes shut. He hadn't realized he placed the pillow over his stomach and groin area, and when Namjoon started punching it brought tears to Jin's eyes.

"I-I'm so mad." Namjoon punched the pillow, hard, imaging it was the world that prevented her from loving him. Jin's never been punched in the dick before and he wished it upon nobody now, because when he opened his eyes everything was white and black spots from the pain were all over the ceiling, not to mention the tears in his eyes.

Namjoon started to get angry.

Jin moved the pillow off of him and sat up, but Namjoon kept punching the pillow with all of his mite. Jin was screaming in his head, he was so stupid- his everything was in pain, it turned hard to breathe from all the pain stinging his body.

"F*ck!" Namjoon kept punching the pillow over and over, imaging it being Naeun's face now. Jin was right, there was no reason for her to not love him. He was right, she was missing out. He was an awesome person- that little whore.

After the pain started fading, Namjoon had took out all his anger and was breathing heavy now. Jin turned around, glad Namjoon wasn't crying anymore. It hurt him to see him sad.

"It's gonna be okay, Joonie." He turned around fully and hugged the younger. "What do I tell her?" Namjoon turned sad again. "Block her. She's rude." Jin advised him, his hands still between his legs. "But...how do I stop loving her?" Namjoon whimpered, hugging Jin back tightly. "I know you will be okay, Joonie." It was all Jin could tell him, because he didn't know. All this came from nowhere, and Jin was still surprised Namjoon had been seeing someone. Although he was super happy for him, he still had so many questions; like, how long? How did they meet? Where did they meet? Who asked for the number first?

"It'll be okay..."