INTERRUPTION {MYG}

Part 18

*Yoongi POV*

"Hobi, can you pass the kimchi?" I asked my housemate with a head nod towards the half filled jar. I took a bite of the noodles in my instant ramyeon bowl.

College dinners.

"Yer." Hobi said through a full mouth, as he handed me the refreshing side.

"Thanks."

"Anything new with you, hyung?" Hobi asked after swallowing that big bite.

"Not really, the usual. You?"

Hobi slurped up some more ramyeon. "Not much, either. Finally figured out a song to choreograph to for my next dance performance, though."

I tilted my head and imagined her. "I heard about that project. Who's your partner? Do I know them?"

Hobi brought the bowl up to swallow some soup. He wiped his mouth and replied, "I don't think so. He's talented, though."

I nodded thoughtfully. "Did you know Y/N and Mari asked to choreograph to one of my originals?"

Hobi sat upright with a shocked expression. "They did? I've never seen someone choreograph to an original song in our class before. That's pretty sick, actually." He brought his ear to his shoulder, thinking. "Why haven't I thought about that before..." he muttered.

Just then, the front door opened and familiar heavy footsteps were heard.

He was back.

I successfully had been able to suppress my anxiousness over Y/N and Joon hanging out together for the majority of the night. I also thankfully managed to keep my cool when I saw her earlier before she left for her date. However, now I was nervous to hear about how great it went and how in love they were. I almost rolled my eyes at the thought, but controlled myself in front of Hoseok.

Joon instantly made his way to the table Hoseok and I were eating at and took a seat. He had a pleased smile on his face and I tried not to frown at it.

Hobi smiled at him. "Namjoonie, how was the movie?"

"Movie was...um, alright... but we went to an arcade after and that was actually really fun. I won at a car racing game if you can believe that," Joon happily reminisced. "Y/N beat me at basketball, though."

Despite my bubbling jealousy, I couldn't help but smile at that. "Did she?" She probably looked so adorable with her shorter frame jumping up to shoot the ball.

"Yeah. She said she thinks she can beat you," Namjoon smirked.

I ran a hand through my hair and chuckled, imagining a one-on-one match with her. "Highly doubt that, but I'd like to see her try."

"Glad to hear you had a good night." Hobi sent him an eye smile and took a sip of his beer.

Namjoon slumped in his chair and blew a steady stream of air through this mouth. It looked as if he was preparing to say something not as light hearted. "Yeah... well, to be honest, guys, she rejected me."

I dropped my chop sticks and Hobi clumsily brought his beer down on the table with a heavy thud. We stared at Namjoon, shocked. I felt a mixture of emotions hit me all at once. The word "rejected" elicited an almost hopeful feeling out of me, which transitioned into a joyful feeling. That joyful feeling quickly melted into guilt for being happy while Namjoon was in pain, which finally turned into sadness and heartache.

I scratched the back of my neck and sent him a sympathetic gaze from across the table. "I'm really sorry about that, Joon."

Hoseok wrapped a comforting arm around Namjoon. "Yeah, I'm sorry... that must have been hard. Are you doing okay? Did she say why?"