Promises

8

Seokjin got out of his room, ready to leave for university when he encountered one of the maids, "Oh, hey. Can you please make my bed for today? I am in a hurry."

The maid was shocked, "I thought you slept with Mr Kim in his room."

Seokjin blinked and smiled nervously, "I sleep in this room. I make my bed myself. I think that's why you thought like that."

The maid, "You don't have to make your bed daily, sir. That's our job."

Seokjin nodded and looked at the watch on his wrist. He was way too late. Not caring about anything, he ran to the parking lot.

As soon as he entered his department building, there were whispers. He wondered who they were gossiping about. Must be someone very influential to be talked about this much. He realized that the issue was bigger than it had initially looked. Because there was gossip in the staff room as well. He heard someone say, "This would happen, obviously. They are both men after all."

He shook his head and sat on his seat and sighed. He wasn't interested in gossip, to be honest. He thought they were a waste of time. But this one seemed huge. It reached the staff room too. He wondered, again, if the gossip was from the university. He shook his head and cleared his mind.

"What have you done?" Hoseok sat beside him and whispered.

"What do you mean?" Seokjin opened his laptop, "And why are you whispering?"

Hoseok clicked his tongue in disapproval, "You don't know?"

Seokjin shook his head.

Hoseok shoved his phone in Seokjin's face, "Have a look."

Trouble in paradise?

Why do Namjoon and his husband use different rooms?

Seokjin's eyes widened. He soon realised that he was the centre of the gossip.

They are both men after all.

He gasped and looked at Hoseok, "How?"

Hoseok shook his head, "I don't know. I think you should call Namjoon."

Seokjin nodded and headed towards the terrace. He sighed as he stared at the contact. Finally, he swiped the contact and the call went through. Namjoon was quick to pick up the call.

"Hey hyung."

Seokjin closed his eyes and sniffled, "I am sorry."

"Huh?" Namjoon seemed like he was going somewhere, "Why are you saying sorry?"

Seokjin was a bit confused, "You didn't see the news?"

"Ah! That. It wasn't your fault, hyung! The industry works in a fucked up way."

Seokjin clicked his tongue, "It is my fault. When I came out of the room, I blurted to the maid that we sleep in different rooms. I should have been more careful." Seokjin closed his eyes anticipating scolding or disappointment from Namjoon.

"Hyung... It is still not your fault. You were telling the truth. Don't worry about it too much. I will manage it. Okay?"

"Are you going home?" Seokjin chewed on his bottom lip.

"Yes. The lawyer will be coming home. We will discuss the solution in the house office."

Seokjin nodded and then realised that Namjoon can't see him, "Okay."

"Hyung-ah, again, it is not your fault. Just relax and focus on your job, okay."

"Okay." Seokjin sighed and cut the call. He went back to the staffroom. Even after this much time, the gossip hadn't gone down. He was frustrated. He was tired already. But he wasn't going to sit back and let Namjoon do all the work. He mailed his students that he won't be taking today's classes and texted Hoseok that he needed to leave. He rushed to the car and raced home as fast as he could.