it was the end of another day,
grueling hours that dragged away in a pace maddening,
just a horrible and burdensome day off of his shoulder,
night enveloped him like a depressing veil now and the home thats looking more and more unkept as these days pass by welcomes namjoon into its familiar loneliness.
like a cycle, the routine has him going straight to the bedroom with his shadow following after him, later taking a shower and changing into comfortable clothes.
his light feet takes him to the worn out dining table where he had kept the little trinklets he bought from a nearby convenience store.
namjoon took the contents with him, then sitting heavily on the sofa before he munched on the mediocre kimbap while taking a sip of soda.
times like this he wish his eomma was still with him; no matter how much mentally prepared he was for it, watching his mother surrender to the illness that plagued her still makes his chest feeling tight.
now with his sister mated and away, truly loneliness was his only companion.
then there is seokjin.
"that jerk" namjoon huffs under his breath, it probably the tenth time that evening, ever since that dreaded official notice arrived at his desk.
the official notice which namjoon wasn't informed about before told him in bold letters that seokjins prison sentence was to be over that day,
the reason? apparently they found out another prime accomplise of the weapon heist and they deemed seokjins seven months sentence more than enough for his crime.
namjoon sure knows thats a whole load of bullshit, because the only possible explanation is that seokjin himself arranged for all of this behind his back.
afterall with him in prison, seokjins enemies had lost interest in his wellbeing and so what better way than to get out and escape discreetly now.
and that exactly had seokjin did,
he had dumped away his orange prison uniform and changed to his pristine suits, expensive watch on wrist and chains around his neck; the beta had walked past his office with an obnoxious wink thrown in namjoons away.
no words, not even goodbyes- for all namjoon knows the beta would be out of the country by now,
as if namjoon never mattered to him...
"why am i even so bothered?!" namjoon exasperates and slumps on the couch.
"its just seokjin" he tells himself.
yes, the seokjin who blackmailed him and made his life a hell!
also the seokjin who laughs to his own bad jokes, who gives him kisses, asks him about his day every morning,
the seokjin who preens when you call him 'jinnie',
the seokjin who make this big alpha blush,
the seokjin whom he had moaning under him in several occasions,
his seokjin.
namjoon throws the empty soda can at the wall.
"stupid seokjin!" he grumbles again.
stupid seokjin and his stupid handsome face that just left namjoon alone feeling like a medieval lover who lost his other half.
namjoon was so lost in his spiraling thoughts, he startled and tore through a couch pillow when there was a sudden knock on the front door.
suspicion high in the air, namjoon padded towards the front door, police senses alert as he gently opened the door.
"seokjin?"
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SECOND TRIAL | tk | ✓
Fiksi Penggemar- the way jungkook coiled around taehyung was reminiscent of the swines of tattoos that twirled in the laters arm, dragging the omega down to his worst ever nightmare, to his second trial. "oh darling, we are supposed to hate each other. murderously...
