Sugar Rush

8

Hoseok licked his lips and looked around. There was a flower vase on the table. He took the flowers out and held it by the head as he entered the living room.

When one boy out of the group saw him, he smiled. His smile was like a bunny but he looked ripped. One of his hands was full of tattoos and he had various piercings. "Oh, you are awake."

Hoseok raised the vase ready to attack, "Where am I and who are you?"

The boy's smile vanished and his eyes went wide, disappointment clear in his eyes. He pouted and looked at the other boy. The other boy shook his head and chuckled dryly, "Nice way to thank us for saving you last night."

Hoseok tilted his head, "Saving me?"

The boy stared at him. His stare looked as if he was standing face to face in front of a tiger. "You were wasted last night in the pub. He didn't want you to die on the streets because you were too handsome. So we took you in."

Hoseok looked at the bunny looking guy again. His pout had deepened and he looked so sad that Hoseok felt bad. He placed the vase down and bowed to all of them, "I am really sorry. Actually, I woke up in an unfamiliar environment and everything was blurry so, I thought..."

"It is okay."

Hoseok sighed, "Can I ask your names?"

The boy nodded, "I am Taehyung. The boy who got you here is Jungkook. These are our friends and housemates, Namjoon and Jimin."

Hoseok nodded. Jungkook stood up and went to the counter. He came back with a small smile, "Your phone ran out of battery last night. So I put it in charge. I thought you might need it."

Hoseok smiled brightly, "Thank you so much!" He looked through the phone but there wasn't really anything in it except Seokjin teasing Yoongi and Yoongi screaming at him. He chuckled and looked up, "Wait, but then how do you know about Kim Seokjin? And why do you have to search for things about him?"

The tallest of all, Namjoon, Hoseok remembered, rolled his eyes, "You don't need to know."

Hoseok sighed and looked at Jungkook, "Where is my wallet?"

Jungkook pointed at the small table near the sofa. Hoseok went there and came back with the wallet. He took out a card and gave it to Namjoon, "I am Jung Hosoek. Financial and legal advisor to Kim Seokjin."

Namjoon scanned the card. He tossed the card on the dining table and held his head in his hand and stared at the card. He chuckled, "Why do you guys keep meeting people related to Kim Seokjin?"

"Huh?" Hoseok asked in confusion.

Namjoon looked up at Hoseok and pointed at Jimin, "You see this guy? He is dating Seokjin's secretary. And this guy," He pointed at Jungkook, "He brought you here because he thought you were handsome."

"I am sorry," Jungkook whispered.

Namjoon sighed and shook his head, "It's not your fault, Kookie. It's just my fate. It's just my life fucking with me."

"I don't know what is happening to you." Hoseok crossed his arms in front of his chest, "Why are you searching about Seokjin?"

Jimin looked at Namjoon, "Should I tell him or do you want to-"

"I'll do it." Namjoon interrupted him. He slowly narrated everything that happened to him from how he got into the university and how he lost his scholarship and ended his narrative with his meeting with Seokjin.

Hoseok chuckled, "Aish this hyung." He looked at Namjoon from head to toe and then sighed. "Look, I know you need money but think this through. He is not a bad person but I don't think your reason is worth this agreement."

Namjoon scoffed, "I am sure you come from a very privileged family. Because if you were in my place, you wouldn't be saying this. Try going door to door and ask for a respectable job only to get insulted and rejected."

Hoseok really felt bad for Namjoon. He was right. Hoseok had to never look for anything or be worried about anything. He had always been provided with things before even asking for them. His education was taken care of by his parents and his job was taken care of by Seokjin. Namjoon was right. He closed his eyes and nodded, "You are right. I am sorry. I was privileged of course. But I have known Seokjin since our childhood. He is a bit arrogant, but not a bad person. I am sure your fees would be taken care of." He smiled and then looked at Jungkook, "Ummm... Where are my clothes?"

Jungkook smiled awkwardly, "They were wet..."

Hoseok's eyes went wide, "You put them on for washing?"

Jungkook shrank again behind Taehyung, trying to hide, "I am sorry."

"No, no..." Hoseok groaned internally for messing everything up, "I am not mad... Just surprised. Because no one has really done things like this for me. I am sorry for being such a burden on all of you."

Taehyung rolled his eyes, "Kookie is just too sweet for this world."

Hoseok smiled, "I agree."

Jungkook's eyes went wide and his cheeks started turning red. The bunny smile returned on his face, "I also made you breakfast."

Hoseok chuckled, "Thank you." he bowed to Jungkook, "Thank you very much."

~

The day for Namjoon went by very normally. He went to the cafe then to the gas station and then again to the cafe. When he reached home, he was tired and defeated. He thought he would die soon if this goes on. Tomorrow he would be thrown out of the university and his life would end. The only reason he had been fighting, the only reason he was holding back to life. Many people may think that being a lawyer can't be that important in life. But for Namjoon, it was important. It meant everything to him. He didn't know when it became so important to him. Maybe he just wanted to prove to everyone who ever doubted him of his intelligence. Or maybe he just wanted to prove to himself that he was worth the pride he took in himself.

He took a book out of a drawer and opened it. He calculated every penny that he had and it wasn't even close to the fees.

Fuck capitalism!

He threw the book in a random direction and fell on the bed. As he was about to fall asleep, he heard a voice out of nowhere, "You need money, I want sugarbaby." He opened his eyes immediately. "Fuck!" He got up and went to the drawer and rummaged through it to find the card. He took the card out of the drawer and stared at it for a while. Finally, he took his phone and saved Seokjin's number. He sighed and stared at the empty screen. He locked the phone and threw it on the bed.

What are you even thinking, Namjoon?