Midnight Blues

Where are you?

"He'd not fucking answering." Namjoon tossed his phone on the couch. He and Hoseok were in Jungkook's place. He had hope he would find the man in his bed or something, but that wasn't the case. He had tried calling his little brother 10 plus times and there was no answer, not once. 

"Yeah, his cameras don't show he even came back last night." Hoseok said as he turned to look t his worried friend. Namjoon looked like he was on his way to flipping his shit at any second. Jungkook was his only family left and he couldn't think of living on without his little brother here to stress him out. 

"Hey, Joon. Calm down. Jungkook is a very smart guy. I'm sure he is safe. Shit, he may have fallen deep into that guy he likes so much." Hobi said as he walked over to his friend. The man wanted to destress the man, so bad. Now isn't the time Hoseok!

Namjoon fell onto the couch and laid his head back on the couch as he thought about what Hobi said. "You know, you're probably right. They were nearly eye fucking each other that night and he was already at the VIP rooms when the shooting broke out. They probably went off to the guy's place. Yeah, sounds believable." His hand ran through his hair to help him relax.

Hobi stood behind him and watched the man's actions before lightly replacing Joon's hands with his own. "Besides, there were no reports of bodies after the shooting. So, no deaths or injuries is a very good sign. Just relax, Joon bug." 

Namjoon snorted then sat up, grabbing Hoseok's wrist as he looked at him with a smirk. "You know I hate that name, so cut it. Also, stop trying to take advantage of me, Hoe-suck" He made sure to put emphasis on the name. 

Hobi pulled his wrist back and just laughed, "I don't know what the hell you're going on about. I've seen your type and I know that I do not fall into that category, my beloved brother." Namjoon watched as the smiling man made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of liquor glasses. 

Hoseok held them up at him, "Drink? Then I'll be on my way. I just want to make sure you're not losing your shit before I leave." Namjoon nodded then watched as Hoseok turned back around to pour them some whiskey. "What do you think my type is?"

That made Hoseok laugh even louder as he handed Joon his drink. "Tall, gorgeous face, expensive taste, and eyes that could practically look into your soul. Yeah, sounds about right." Hoseok looked as if he was thinking hard as he described Taehyung. He didn't really know the man that well, but he knew Namjoon wasn't showing his dimples to the man so much just to be nice. 

Was he upset about it? Why would he be? 

He sat beside Joon on the couch with his lower back resting against the arm of it as he looked at the man over his glass while sipping. Namjoon did the same as they sat in silence. There was something going on between these two and, to be honest, it could have been going on for a while. Even during their bickering, something else lingered, for sure.

"Am I wrong?" Hobi smirked. Namjoon hadn't said anything yet so he figured he hit the nail on the head. 

"Does that bother you?"

"No. Why would it?"

"I don't know, you tell me." 

Hoseok laughed again but paused when he saw the seriousness in Namjoon's gaze. He cleared his throat as he stood up from the couch. "No, Joon. Nothing like that would bother me. Another drink? I think I'll take a shot before I head out." 

Namjoon watched blabbing man make his shot then down it before walking over to his laptop to pack it up. 

"What if my type was more about a challenge than a person's appearance?" Namjoon asked but he kept his back to Hoseok as he stared into his drink. He heard the man's movements stop behind him. 

"That's something that doesn't concern your friend, Joon." Another light chuckle as the movements began again. The sound of a bag being zipped up. Namjoon decided to get up from the couch and meet Hobi at the door. He leaned on the door and looked at the man that looked back at him with a confident gaze. Hoseok wasn't one to back down from anything. NAmjoon couldn't say he didn't like that about his friend. 

"I guess...you're right. Thanks for coming to help me try to figure out what was going on." He gave a dimpled smile and Hoseok bowed slightly with a small smile on his face. "Anytime, bro." Those words stung them both in different ways. Hoseok felt it on his tongue while Joon felt it deep in his stomach. 

Namjoon opened the door and Hoseok walked out. He was a little shocked when Hobi didn't wave back at him. Yeah, he was definitely bothered.