Sugar Rush

48

As soon as Seokjin reached the Incheon airport, his phone started buzzing continuously. It was so bad that he had to put his phone on silent mode and closed his eyes as the car took him to his house. He hadn't slept for a week. Not because of the work, but because as soon as he closed his eyes, the scene where Namjoon was kissing some girl started playing in front of him as if it was real. He opened his eyes immediately and groaned.

He really wanted this nightmare to get over. Once he reached the apartment, the driver opened the car door for him and he rushed to his penthouse. He just really wanted to take a bath and go to sleep. Hopefully, he won't get the nightmare in his house.

His body relaxed as soon as the warm water touched it. He sunk himself enough in the bathtub to be able to breathe properly. He sighed as his muscles relaxed and closed his eyes. The nightmares returned, but this time it was worse. He saw flashes of fights, people fighting till one of them was dead. Blood, filth, dark, red.

He woke up with a jerk and gasped. He was panting heavily as he realised that he was in his bathroom. He clicked his tongue and got out of the bathtub. When he entered his room after slipping on sweatpants, he was washed by a delicious aroma. He went out into the living room and found Mew setting up the table. Mew looked up as he felt the presence. He smiled sadly, "Hungry?"

Seokjin nodded. He sat at the table and saw that every dish on the table was his favourite. He smiled at the dish and then looked at Mew, "You didn't have to. I am fine."

Mew rolled his eyes and went to the room. He came out of the room with a t-shirt, "Wear this. You'll catch a cold." He sat in front of Seokjin and served the food to Seokjin, "I know you aren't in a good condition. You should have let me go there."

Seokjin smiled at Mew, "I am fine. Don't worry too much."

Mew pouted a little, "You always become like this once you come back from there. And that kong satt* just added to your condition." (Cheating asshole)

Seokjin clicked his tongue, "Mew... language."

"He deserves it." mew rolled his eyes and started eating. Seokjin sighed and started eating as well. He was too tired to argue with Mew anyway. When he was done with the food, Mew cleaned everything up and helped Seokjin lay down on the bed, "Rest well phi. I am in the other room. Call me if you want anything." Seokjin nodded.

Mew was about to leave when Seokjin stopped him, "Mew..." Mew turned back with a questioning gaze, "Thank you."

Mew smiled, "Sweet dreams."

~

It was evening already when Seokjin woke up. He had slept without any trouble after a week and it felt good. Though he was tired, he thought it was bearable. He looked at the clock and saw that it was 7 in the evening. He sighed and got out of bed to get ready. When he got out of the room, Mew was sitting on the couch. He looked at Seokjin and got confused. Seokjin was wearing a baby blue shirt paired with dress pants.

"Where are you going, phi?"

Seokjin sighed, "You kept your side of the promise, so I am going to complete mine now."

Mew licked his lips nervously, "It is really fine if you don't want to. I know you hate confrontations. You don't have to do this."

Seokjin smiled sadly, "I want to know where I went wrong. I want to know what I did wrong for him to do something like this. It is for me. Don't worry, phi is thirty-five years old. I can take care of myself. I won't come home today. If things go wrong, I will call you tomorrow morning and you can pick me up from wherever I am. And if things get sorted out, I will text you, so that you can be relieved."

Mew sighed and nodded. He knew Seokjin won't listen to him now. And maybe this was for his good. If things go south, he will help Seokjin move on and secretly fuck Namjoon up bad. "I'll call the driver."

"Don't," Seokjin took the car keys from the bowl, "I'll drive myself. And from tomorrow, I'll take up my responsibilities at work."

Before Mew could say anything, Seokjin was gone. "I really hope you have a good reason for what you did, Kim Namjoon."

~

Seokjin reached the flat that housed Namjoon and stood there for a while, not knowing if he should really go in. But he needed to know what had happened that night. So he collected every ounce of courage and rang the bell. After a while, the door opened and Seokjin entered the house, making everyone shocked. He looked at Namjoon with a longing look. Taehyung cleared his throat, "I have to go check out some real locations for my painting. I'll be back."

Jungkook quickly followed him, "Hyungie, wait for me. I am coming too."

Jimin collected his bag, "I'll be at Taemin's. Call me if you need anything." Everyone left, leaving them alone.

Namjoon smiled awkwardly at Seokjin, "Do you want a beer?"

Seokjin shook his head, "Water will do."

"Okay." Namjoon came out with a glass of water in his hand and then pointed at his bedroom. "We should sit inside. The heater in the living room is broken."

Seokjin nodded. He followed Namjoon silently to the bedroom. Seokjin had enough, he can't keep his mind straight. "Namjoon, what happened that night at the bar?"

Namjoon was shocked. Really? The first thing Seokjin told him after disappearing for a week was what happened at the club? He could have at least asked how Namjoon was. Or what he did the entire week. He looked around to find a chair to sit on. Seokjin sat on the bed and he sat on his study chair. "Nothing in particular happened. It was just a nice stress reliever. Had fun because Jungkook applied his employer's discount on my drinks and it was fun."

Seokjin chuckled. Lair, "So you are saying that you didn't fuck the girl you were kissing?"

Namjoon's eyes went wide. Seokjin saw him. "How-"

"I came to the bar." Seokjin cut him in the middle, "To meet you for the last time before going to Japan. I wanted it to be a surprise, but I got the surprise instead."

Namjoon sighed. Fuck. Seokjin was there. "It wasn't what it looked like."

"I saw you eating some random girl's face, Namjoon. What else is it supposed to mean?" Seokjin tilted his head. His voice sounded offending. Seokjin couldn't believe Namjoon was still lying to him.

Namjoon looked at Seokjin and their face looked like he was annoyed. Namjoon couldn't understand the tone Seokjin just spoke in. Was he supposed to get on his knees and beg? The arrogant brat Seokjin was resurfacing and Namjoon didn't like it. "Why do you even care?" Before Namjoon could think, the words slipped his mouth.

Seokjin clenched his jaw. How dare he? Seokjin shouted a little, "Of course, I would care if you are out there whoring around!" Seokjin was shocked that the word came out of his mouth. But because of his anger and pride, he didn't say anything.

Namjoon couldn't believe his ears. Did Seokjin really use that word? He was really taken aback. He felt like a prostitute being scrutinised under Seokjin's eyes. But then something clicked in Namjoon's mind and he chuckled, "Ah, right. Is it because I was sleeping out of the contract? You only care because I was sleeping around and it wasn't you, huh? Fine, let's break the contract!"

Seokjin stood up glaring at Namjoon. He scoffed, "Look at you. Can't keep your dick in your pants for a week. Did you sleep around like that regularly?" Please say no! Please say no... Seokjin's mind was going haywire. He wanted Namjoon to deny every claim he was making. He wanted Namjoon to explain what had happened that night.

Namjoon stood up as well. Fine. Two can play this game. If this was the end of what he had built in the past six months, then fine. He can act as well. "Why do you care even if I did."

Crash.

That was the sound of Seokjin's heart breaking. Namjoon didn't deny it. Seokjin's eyes welled with tears, threatening to fall any moment. his lips twitched as he tried to say something. He didn't come to argue with Namjoon. He just wanted his answers. But if Namjoon doesn't care, he should get out of here as well. But his mind and his mouth weren't exactly working in coordination. Before he could stop himself, he yelled...

"BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU, KIM NAMJOON!"