Plan B [KNJxOC]

Chapter Thirty One: I'll Wait For You

Loud bangs on Namjoon's front door woke him up. He rolled off the couch with a grunt and leaned on its arm for support. The room was spinning still and that was probably due to the copious amounts of whiskey he had drunk the night before. The banging somehow grew even louder causing the pounding in his head to worsen.

"Calm the hell down!" He righted himself and head to open the door. Namjoon looked through the peephole and let out a frustrated groan.

He didn't want to see them.

He didn't want to see anyone but by the way, they were about to break this door down, he knew he didn't have a choice.

Namjoon swung the door and didn't even bother to greet them. He gave them his back and threw himself back on the couch.

Jungkook slammed the door loudly on purpose and Namjoon shot him a death glare. He was more upset with Jungkook now than he'd ever been in all the years they'd known each other.

"Are you ever going to come into work or are you going to lay around in your filth every damn day?" Yoongi grabbed a greasy, three-day-old pizza box from the coffee table and tossed it back down in disgust.

Jin looked around the living room, quickly realizing that Namjoon had to be sleeping there by the looks of it. "Namjoon-ah." He sat on the arm of the couch. "Have you been sleeping in here?"

"No." Namjoon lied, his voice muffled by the couch cushion under his face. The truth was, he had been sleeping there. He just couldn't bring himself to sleep in that bed without Leila. It smelled like her and all laying in it did was remind him that he had lost her again.

They'd left everything behind, all their clothes and their belongings. He couldn't even go to the bathroom without being reminded of mornings with Mia by her little toothbrush and bath toys.

"Okay, you have to get up. Enough is enough." Yoongi tugged at Namjoon's arm but he pulled it away roughly.

"You're acting like a child." Jungkook sat on an accent chair and rolled his eyes. Namjoon lifted his head from the cushion.

"You, don't even fucking talk to me after what you did."

"I did what I had to for Mia because you were too selfish to do it." Jungkook snapped back. Namjoon shot up from the couch lacking grace, still dizzy in his hungover state.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Jimin pushed him back down. "Jungkook apologize right now. You shouldn't speak to him that way."

Jungkook crossed his arms with a bit of difficulty due to the cast. He looked away and murmured an apology but he felt like he deserved one too. He had never and would have never disrespected Namjoon if it wasn't for the things he'd said and the way he had acted towards him.

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The Couch of Unfortunate Events is what they'd started to call it. Every time they sat on it, it was for some type of bad news. Taehyung suggested they burn it because it must've been cursed.

"Who did Leila and Mia leave the hospital with last night?" Namjoon asked, specifically looking at Yoongi and Jungkook. After Leila and Namjoon's confrontation, Hoseok had them driven to the apartment until he could calm Namjoon down.

Yoongi being the one who picked them up from the hospital, nodded towards Jungkook. He had stayed long enough to find out what happened but had to hurry home since he had finally rescheduled with his brother.

"With me." Jungkook raised his casted hand slightly. It's still hurt like hell since he was refusing to take his pain medication, claiming it made him too drowsy.