"what's 'fine'" apparently, stubbornness is a genetic trait. Hyun shoot a scrutinizing look towards his little brother
Jungkook looked away from me, ending our short fusion. He closed his eyes, not meeting anyone's gaze. His arms are folded on his chest. One could only wonder how he's bearing the pain from his injury in that position.
"I am doing fine" another finality in his voice.
Namjoon sighed, pointing a thumb towards his younger fellow. "He got intimacy issue" he explained to me, oblivious of the tension.
I purse my lips. No comment on that...
Hyun dig further, he's standing now, and from his expression he is not going to let this go. "You suddenly appear after 3 years. No hi, no hello. As your brother I got to ask you about your well being"
Jungkook snickered. It's repulsive and something more, echoing around the hollow space of the flat. He waved a hand, meet his brother's eye with his blazing ones. His lids hanging low, jaw ticking, and that one single nerve on his forehead is protruding. "I'm healthy and breathing brother. What more do you wanna know?"
someone give me a hole I can dive into
someone throw a bucket to these two
" its getting hotter" Namjoon blew out, fanning a hand to his face. The two brothers were too occupied to hear his comment. They continue to glower at each other, one from determination, the other for loathing.
Jungkook feigned indifference. He open the door, and disappeared to the night.
The silence lingered before Hyun slump himself back on the stool beside me, cupping his head with his two lands.
Namjoon stand up and mutter that he is going to get a fresh air too. I remained silent, I don't have any position or concern with the matter that just unfold. I stare at the ceiling, trying to empty my mind for a few minutes. The light is high and blinding. There are marks of aging on the wood. Back in my city, back in my year, woods became rare.
Hyun's voice was strangled "He wasn't like this..." he said, directing it to no one. As if he's confronting himself by letting it out to me. I regard my attention back to him, the emotion on his face strikes me. Later, I will remember the same desperation when I look at that person's face.
"Have I told you I time traveled here.. a century hereafter" I grinned, changing the subject to something I'm comfortable, and not submitting to the urge to know what he was about to tell. I am not interested. I wasn't.
Hyun blinked, expression clearing away. "No way, "he smiled.
I nodded, smiling. "my father threw me out on a portal. The next thing I know I'm here"
"She ain't lying." Namjoon returned. "I forgot to tell you earlier"
Hyun furrowed questioningly, "but why is she with you?" his question was directed to Namjoon
"good question, we are building a time machine" he beamed
"we are helping each other" I made sure he notice the innuendo.
"create a time machine... huh" Hyun looked confused
"It's feasible. Her father was William" Namjoon informed. Hyun looked bewildered.
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FanfictionYou woke up, welcomed by a man pointing a gun on your face with anger and curiosity obvious on his face, his lips parted as he speaks "I'll shoot in you three if you don't tell me who the fuck you are"
