Nobody knows my heart like you

Ch 8

Namjoon sat down by the window in his room to look at the busy road. Cars passing by, shops still open and the road was sparkling with colourful lights from various vehicles and streetlights.
His mind wandered back to the things that happened today.
First the interview, he might not have appeared nervous but his heart was beating almost painfully fast in his chest. He felt the need to run to the bathroom and throw on a load more clothes when Taehyung and Jungkook were checking him out. He felt exposed. Not that he minded some attention, but he couldn't handle those god like creatures staring at him like that.

Their faces were perfectly sculpted, like the almighty personally took his time to make them. Their voices were as deep as the unexplored parts of the Ocean.
They were perfectly built and looked breathtaking in their fitted suits.

Namjoon heard a faint whimper coming from the bed, Roselyn was stirring in her position continuously and was letting out crying sounds. He slowly climbed on the bed to see, she was indeed crying.
Taking her in his lap, he ran his fingers through her soft hair and wiped away her tears with the edge of the blanket. He looked at the scar on her left leg that was still there after 3 years, not as evident but not invisible either. He softly caressed the spot and sighed.

The damage might not have been as efficacious as the culprit wished for, but some damage was already done.
Sleepless nights comforting his little daughter that the culprit will not be able to reach her anymore and that he will protect her, the innocent little girl having constant nightmares about the incident. Namjoon was able to bring back most of the innocence that was lost, but the damage was still there.

Looking at her face, Namjoon was proud that Roselyn looked like him and nothing like her biological mother. The only similar thing they shared was the allergy of tomatoes, otherwise she had the same interests as her father.

'I need to get her a new harclip, her hair is growing pretty fast.'

By now, Roselyn went back to sleep and wasn't crying anymore but the problem was her strong grip on Namjoon's t-shirt.

How were babies so strong ?

Well technically, she wasn't a baby, she was five, but for Namjoon she was still a baby.
A pretty rose bud that has yet to bloom. Namjoon promised himself and Roselyn to be there and protect the pure rose from the evil things of the world.

Namjoon almost dozed off with Roselyn in his arms and back against the headboard.
Almost. But didn't get to, his phone buzzed his pocket to notify him of the arrival of a message. He rubbed his eyes and took out his phone to see a text from Seokjin.

WWH Jinnie💜
Hey Joon, open the door. We have two drunkards with us who were flirting with the voice of the lift.

Namjoon carefully placed Roselyn on the bed and covered her with the warm blanket.

Dimple Joonie💙
Ok. Wait for a bit.

He opened his front door to see Jimin clinging onto Hoseok like his life depended on it and Ailiseu arguing with Seokjin over some cooking recipes. He easily guessed who were drunk.

Jimin and Ailiseu were completely wasted. It was surprising to Namjoon that they even made it there without getting in a fight. Then he was informed that they got into a fight with a street cat who was meowing too loud.

What the hell was wrong with these two ?

Right now, Namjoon, Hoseok, Seokjin, Jimin and Ailiseu were in Namjoon's living room, while the children were still asleep in Namjoon's bedroom. Luckily, his bedroom was soundproof because if it wasn't, the children would've been wide awake by now because the two drunk creatures were shouting,

''Croak Croak bitch, I'm a frog !''

''Woof Woof motherfucker, I'm a dog !''
''Now pet me, exactly 5 strokes or I'll bite your hand off.''

''I took it and I ran for it,
Money on the floor when we dance on it.
Shine white and put a tan on it like
Bitch I'm a boss, bitch I'm a boss and I shine like gloss, I'm a bi-''

They finally managed to piss off Seokjin as he grabbed them by the ear and silenced them.

''Now, how much did you drink ?''
Hoseok asked.

''Um.. we started with two bottle of soju... but we don't know how that became 15 bottles...''
Jimin answered tapping his finger on his chin.

''We swear we don't know !''
Ailiseu raised her hands in surrender.

Namjoon and Hoseok's jaw were hanging open while Seokjin was shaking his head in disappointment.