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"Joon. Joon wake up."
Namjoon groans, lifting his head up from the pillow. He squinted his eyes open, seeing Jackson with a serious face. He was in the middle of snuggling the smaller male, Yoongi clinging on the taller by hiding his face in his neck, peacefully snoozing.
"What..what." Namjoon tiredly spoke.
"I know it's early for you, but you have two male's wanting to talk to you." Jackson whispers to him. "Only you."
Namjoon knits his brows, carefully taking off and moving the older off him. He slowly sits up from the bed. "What're their names?" He whispers to him.
"They didn't tell me. You have to come up to the living room, please. I'm actually getting nervous because they won't talk to me until you show up." Jackson explains.
"Okay, okay. Give me a second to put a shirt on." Namjoon whispers to him, slowly moving the older away so he'll be able to get off the bed.
Jackson nods, moving away to leave the bedroom too. Namjoon moves a pillow to sleeping Yoongi so he could cuddle the pillow instead. He gets himself off the bed and walks over to his dresser. He grabs one of his pure light teal shirts, sliding it on and walking out to leave the bedroom. He closes the door behind him, leaving Yoongi be so he could sleep.
Namjoon walks over to the living room, knitting his brows as he rubs his neck. "Jack, what's going—" He looks up at the two male's. "...on." He lowers his hand down from his neck.
Both of the Mr.Woo's were standing there.
Yoongi's supposed to be home..isn't he? Namjoon nervously gulps, a little pain from his tonsils but ignored it. He softly bows at the two male's for respect. Jackson stood there nervously, glancing at all three of the male's, wondering what the hell Namjoon did this time. Namjoon just sighs, crossing his arms and knitting his brows.
"What do you want?" Namjoon spoke up.
"We know Yoongi's here." Minho says.
"Didn't he tell you that he was here?"
"No."
"He's been gone for months, Namjoon. We started to worry because he's supposed to be back home by now." Dohwan spoke up.
Namjoon moves his hands to his hips. "Isn't he twenty five? He's allowed to do whatever he wants."
"His mindset is still the same!" Dohwan knits his brows. "His mind is still not grown—it can't grow if he's here, Namjoon!"
"He needs to come home. Now." Minho says.
"Are you guys fucking kidding me?" Namjoon moves his hands off his hips. "Are you trying to say that I'm the reason why he isn't growing up? Just for him being here?" He points at himself.
"That's not what we're trying or say, Namjoon."
"It sounds like you're trying to say it by sugar coding it." Namjoon crosses his arms, knitting his brows. "No, I'm not the fucking reason why he's immature. Have you even heard about his mother?"
"Namjoon, please—"
"God, I'm so fucking tired of people that are like you!" Namjoon couldn't help to raise his voice. "Do you not want him to be happy!? Do you not want me happy!? Fuck, you're sounding a lot like Jeongguk when Yoongi and I started dating—sounding like us being together is just a complete fucking mistake because our pasts doesn't seem to connect!"
"We just want Yoongi to—"
"Stop!" Namjoon interrupts again, having tears in his eyes. "I'm tired and tired of people saying that to me! He's not the reason why I was put in a mental hospital, no! When he broke up with me, I thought that was the end of the world! Yoongi's the main fucking reason why I'm not dead on the floor right now or even dead two fucking years ago!"
Jackson lowers his head from watching him. He can't handle Namjoon crying.
"H-He's doing fine. Just..." Namjoon sniffs and wipes his face, turning away. "Just get out of my house."
