Heartbreaker

Chapter 22: Serendipity

Namjoon watched as his phone rang for the seventh time. Yoongi has been calling him nonstop. He doesn't want to answer. He doesn't want to talk to anyone right now. He's been living his life in a loop these days. He wakes up in the afternoon, goes to Dionysus, supervise until evening, serve drinks all night, come home at daybreak and drink himself to sleep. He wished he didn't come back. What was he thinking? He's been feeling lost. Again. But he'll never find his way now. Because he cannot come home anymore. His home is owned by someone else now.

He drank another shot of whiskey. He was driving around aimlessly after the wedding when he had the urge to drink. He didn't want to do it in Dionysus. His staff will see him miserable. And Yoongi will be able to find him there. So there he was, drinking at Serendipity. The club wasn't so bad. It's just Dionysus is so much better. Serendipity's only upside is the music. The DJ has a much better music taste.

Namjoon was smashed after drinking several glasses of Dalmore. He fell asleep for a couple of minutes and roused suddenly. He stood up and swayed his way towards the DJ booth.

"Hey." He called. "HEY!"

"Yes, sir?" The DJ replied.

"Can you...suggest a song that will be an anthem of my life?" He said slurred.

"How is your life like sir?"

"You see...the love of my life just got married."

The DJ felt pity.

"I'm sorry for that sir." He said sadly.

"Today. I was there. I watched it. Can you believe that?"

"That must be hard to watch sir."

"It was. I felt like dying." Namjoon looked down. "I don't want to be dramatic. But I feel like dying."

He broke down and collapsed on the floor, crying. The DJ kneeled beside him and patted his back.

"It's alright. Cry. Let it all out." He said. He noticed people gawking at them. "But first, let's get you back to your table."

He pulled Namjoon off the floor and assisted him back to his seat. He joined him after asking for a substitute at the booth. Namjoon was still ugly crying.

"I'm sorry for being rude. I'm Namjoon. What's your name?" He asked between sobs.

"Jeon Hoseok sir."

"Jeon? Do you know a Jungkook?"

"He's my brother." He answered, surprised.

"He's my friend. And he works at my bar too."

"You own Dionysus?"

"Yep."

"Now, why are you here? Alone?"

"I just...want to be by myself tonight."

"That could be dangerous especially in your state."

Namjoon leaned his head on the table.

"Do you want me to leave you? Or you want company?" Hoseok questioned.

"If it's not a bother. Can I ask you to stay?" Namjoon asked hesitantly. He kind of feel sad being alone.

"Sure." Hoseok smiled widely.

Namjoon's heart warmed seeing him smile. They've only just met but he felt comfortable telling his story. He always had a comforting expression. No matter what Namjoon said. Even with the details that usually caused people to raise an eyebrow. Hoseok listened, unjudging. Namjoon thought of Jungkook and his untainted kindness. He's convinced he got it from Hoseok.