Eternally Yours

10) Namjoon - Stupidity

Namjoon couldn't believe his best friend. He was just done with this man. Being 190, he was too old for Jackson's shit.

"How do you keep getting into these situations?" Namjoon asked in a bored tone, his arms crossed over his chest, his face molded into a special look he had just for his best friend. Jackson called it Namjoon's 'How did you fuck up this time?' face.

"You would think after 190 years of being on this earth, I would know. But I don't." Jackson shrugged. Then proceeded to brush the soot from the chimney off his shoulders.

"What could you have possibly done this time for you to come down the chimney instead of walking through the front door, like a normal person?" Namjoon asked exasperatedly with a shake of his head.

"Well, I may have flirted a bit with some of the men in town-" Jackson started. Namjoon's eyes widened as he looked at his friend. "-and they chased me. I couldn't risk going through the front door. They all wanted a piece of this-" Jackson gestured to his fit and lean frame, Namjoon rolled his eyes. "-so I had to fall down the chimney."

"You're so insufferably stupid." Namjoon shook his head and walked away.

"Yes, I a- hey! Rude!" Jackson cried as he walked after his friend, jogging a little to catch up to the 5'11" man. "You just don't know how to have fun!" Jackson smirked.

"I do too! Now shut up and go clean up. You're getting soot all over the house!" Namjoon grumbled, grabbing the broom. He was going to sweep the floor and beat Jackson with it... But maybe not in that order...

Jackson ran away as soon as he saw the broom come into view though...

Namjoon grumbled curses at his best friend as he went about sweeping the floor. Cursing some more when he saw that his beautiful white rug was stained with black dust. Namjoon swore he was ready to kill his best friend right then and there.

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Namjoon loved his best friend, but at this moment in time, he absolutely loathed the man. Namjoon was not happy. He was basically being kicked out of his house for the night because Jackson had someone over if ya know what I mean. Namjoon grumbled curses as he walked down the dark streets of the village he lived in for the third time this week, kicking a stray rock in front of him every few steps. He was going to his parent's house for the night, thank god he had left a bunch of clothes there when he moved into his own home with his best friend.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I'm richer than this asshat. He's living with me. In my home! And he's kicking me out!?" Namjoon ranted to himself as he walked, shivering slightly when a particularly cold breeze brushed past him. "Fucking Jackson, yeah I've known the idiot since birth but he's gonna get himself hurt one of these days I swear." The angered male grumbled under his breath as he turned down the sidewalk to the front door of his parent's home.

Namjoon grumbled some more when he quickly pressed the doorbell, wrapping his arm back around him in a hug to shield himself from the cool breeze. He smiled softly when his mother answered the door a few moments later.

"Hi Mom," Namjoon mumbled.

"Jackson again?" Hera laughed softly as a scowl overcame her son's features as he nodded.

"I'm this close-" Namjoon held up his hand with his index finger and thumb almost touching, "-to kicking his ass out of my house." He huffed.

"You say that every time this happens," Hera giggled as she let her son in the house, closing the door behind him.

"Well, this time I might actually do it," Namjoon pouted while he slipped off his shoes at the front door, slipping on a pair of slippers that he left there before walking to the living room where his father sat in his chair, reading the newspaper.

"Jackson having another one of his 'private parties'," Yang asked, well more like stated, as Namjoon flopped onto the couch, not looking away from the paper. Namjoon just groaned into the couch as his father laughed at him. Hera came into the living room and lightly laughed at the sight. Looking at her husband, the two shared a look and a soft shake of the head with a small laugh.

"He's so insufferably stupid," Namjoon groaned into the couch, the words coming out slightly muffled.

"He may be, but you would be lost without your best friend Joonie," Hera laughed softly and gently patted her son's head before going off to the kitchen to get him a snack.

Namjoon just grumbled some curse words into the couch cushion, because his mother was absolutely 100% correct with her statement.