13 Reasons Why

13| Inquires

Namjoon lifted his head.

The leaves waved at him from the other side, almost too vertically for the nature. They were on the edge of plucking up their roots as the strong winds played with it. Cool breezes filled the whole area, occasionally reminding Namjoon that he shouldn't be out right now, when most of his classmates were resting peacefully in their dorms, happy about the fact that their exams were going to end tomorrow. But here Namjoon was, clearly not satisfied with what was going on.

Well, technically nothing was going on, but Namjoon liked to make it feel as if it was. As if his life finally had something to be excited about. Or something to be happy about which was actually worth it. He clenched his fists until his nails left dark spots on his palms and let out a hot breath. He glanced at his watch. It was almost fifteen minutes left for the clock to hit five. On any other day the sun would be shining overhead, indicating that it still had a lifetime left, but today, it was completely dark. Dark enough for him to not see bright ball which always shined. He figured that he missed the warmth no one ever gave him apart from the sun.

He tapped his handbag and felt his heavy diary in it. Half of the diary was filled with his songs in his sloppy handwriting and half the diary was just blank. The blank pages should have been filled with more of his songs, but lately Namjoon just couldn't write. Lately, all he could do was stare into nowhere with images of Seokjin's wrists flashing through his eyes.

Lately, all Namjoon thought was how greatly he was living his life while Seokjin could do nothing but throw all his pain by cutting his own skin.

Sleepless nights never helped, and he never really figured out what to do next since he still wasn't sure that Seokjin was suicidal. He had thought about asking him about it, but seeing the way he reacted when asked about his family, Namjoon couldn't imagine how much worse it would be when he asked him about the cuts.

But nevertheless, Namjoon was trying his best on trying to figure what was actually going on. Or if anything was even going on in Seokjin's life.

Namjoon chuckled lightly as he looked down. It hadn't rained since a few days, and Namjoon missed it although he enjoyed watching the sun do its thing in the day. He looked up and looked at his watch again. Yoongi would be here in a few minutes from his basketball practice.

He hadn't exactly planned on meeting him, but figured it wouldn't hurt to, since he was free all day. He had gotten his number from their group chat, and had texted him saying that he wanted to meet up near the café. Yoongi had read the message instantly, and had told him to fuck off, but had later said sorry being embarrassed when Namjoon told him it was him.

The two weren't the best of friends to begin with, but since Yoongi was Seokjin's roommate, Namjoon thought he would know something that Namjoon possibly couldn't know. Something that Seokjin would do alone in his room. Late at night.

Asking Seokjin's friends was a good option, but considering that they hadn't talked ever since they last saw each other in the cafeteria on the second day of the school, that option had been crossed out. But even if they were to meet, Hoseok or Taehyung would definitely find it weird that some guy was asking questions about their friend. And it's not as if he could just tell anyone about the cuts. That would just make Seokjin even more insecure if he found out. He for sure didn't want that ruckus in the school.

He sighed and looked at his watch again. It was almost half past four. He lifted his head and smiled softly when he saw the familiar black head coming into the view.

Yoongi waved at Namjoon with a tired expression, as if saying that he needed to charge his batteries after playing basketball for three hours. He plopped down on the seat in front of him and ran a hand through his hair before reaching for his water bottle which was in his bag.

Yoongi gulped down its contents and looked at Namjoon. 'Hi,' he said, his voice deep and hoarse.

Namjoon gave him a nod and placed his hands on the table.

'You wanted to talk?' Yoongi said, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Namjoon gave him another nod.

'About what?'

'Seokjin,' Namjoon looked at Yoongi.

'Seokjin?' Yoongi frowned. 'What about him?'

'Well,' Namjoon clasped his hands. 'I wanted to talk about his family.'

Yoongi's frown grew deeper.

'Well, technically I don't know anything about them, but I was hoping if you knew anything about them.'

'Wait, wait-' Yoongi raised his hand. 'If you want to know anything about Seokjin, you should ask his friends.'

'I would have asked his friends, but we're not close at all, and they would find it weird if I ask them stuff like that out of blue.'

'I don't want to disappoint you but I don't know anything about his family as well,'

'Aren't you guys roommates?'

'Yes, we are, but we're just roommates. Nothing more than that. We don't even talk outside of our dorms.'

Namjoon furrowed his brows. 'Do you know anything, as in literally anything about his family?'

Yoongi tilted his head as he thought. 'To be honest...'

'I do know a little bit about his dad.'

'He's one of the trustees of our school.' Yoongi continued. 'Don't take it in a bad way, but his family is filthy rich. After all, they have their own business in the industry.'

Namjoon nodded with a frown. Rich. Business.

'The business had went down a few years ago, probably seven, the reason is still not clear, but the articles say it's something to do with a family member.'

'Articles?'

Yoongi nodded. 'Don't you know? Kim Jihoon? The CEO of Kim Goods?'

Namjoon's eyes widened slightly. 'He's Seokjin's father?'

Yoongi nodded again and chuckled softly. 'I thought you'd know that bit. Don't you guys hang out every day?'

'Not every day, but mostly; yes.'

Yoongi sighed. 'Anyways, that's all I know.'

'Can you elaborate more on the family thing? When their business went down?'

'Look, I really don't know anything, and the information I have might even be fake, since it was all over the school and rumours were spreading like a forest fire. But yes, something had definitely happened, because things in the company...just took a halt I suppose. They didn't disclose any details, probably because of reputation of the company and the things they'd have to go through if it happened. I've never been in contact with any of Seokjin's family member. I hadn't even talked with Seokjin before this year, and even if I were to, I wouldn't have to courage to ask him stuff like this directly.'

Namjoon stared at Yoongi. 'Do you know anything about his mom,'

'His mom...' Yoongi pouted. 'No, I don't know anything 'bout that.'

'But...' Yoongi looked at Namjoon. 'Why are you asking me all this when you can just ask Seokjin?'

'Well,' Namjoon looked down. 'We don't talk about our families when we're together. And I'm sure he won't answer me if I asked'

Yoongi frowned. 'Why are you even asking about this?'

Namjoon lowered his head again. 'It's...'

He clutched his bag tightly. 'Nothing. Just wanted to know about the person I was hanging out with.'