ERRONEOUS

the love that binds us

A/n : so my dear readers, sorry for the last chapter. I was kidding. The book is just halfway.

Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourself you are going to read the chapter on which the book is based.

💦 smut ahead.

Seokjin almost jumped out of his car, when he parked it in front of kim mansion. He was constantly dialing namjoon's number but to no avail. He hurriedly reached the study but opening the door , he met with a empty room and he didn't like it. The tears were constantly streaming down his face.

" You know I love to spent my time here.  Namjoon's voice echoed in his here.

" Your room smell just like you" Room, seokjin's room. He could be there and he felt like he saw the first glimpse of light in a dark tunnel.

He was walking to his room, when he heard moans and whimpers. He could care less about it.  " Namjoon must be dead by now "  He froze when he heard  Namwook's voice. No, that can't be possible. With steady steps, he looked at the open window from where those words came.

Namwook was wrapped between Ha ri's legs. His hands choking her, but seokjin didn't care. There was a displeasure on ha ri 's face. And a hatred clearing mirrored on Namwook.

" I fucking hate that bastard" Hari choked her words .

Seokjin fisted his hands, he gritted his teeth. He was about to open the door but someone called him.

" Seokjin-shi " It was lina.

" Sir Namjoon is not here " She informed the guy. And she saw the glint, hope in those teary orbs.

" He must be in his office, I think you should go---" She wasn't even able to complete his words when seokjin dashed to the exist of mansion.

It felt like that, the clouds decided to pour everything within them. Seokjin couldn't see anything, nevertheless driving like a madman to  Mono.
He doesn't know how many traffic rules he broke, he was praying to every god to the world. The grip on the steering wheel making his knuckles white. His eyes were swollen due to crying.

When Mono industries came to view, he took a deep breath. He doesn't know what he was going to witness here. There was a hope and fear in his hurt. Bracing himself, he opened the car door .

The building of mono industries was completely bathed in dark but seokjin didn't care. He hurriedly entered the lift and pressed the button. His breathing was getting  uneven passing by every second. He felt like he was getting a deja vu, just like seven years ago.

Seokjin opened the large wooden hoping namjoon would be at table engrossed in paper.  But he didn't saw him at table . He saw a figure standing by the window talking on the phone.

" Monie" He whispered with a sore throat.

" Love " Namjoon turned around, looking at seokjin who was staring at him with teary eyes.

" Ba-" Namjoon couldn't complete his sentence when seokjin threw himself in his arms . Clinging to him, like his life depends on that.

" Hold me, please " Seokjin whispered.

Namjoon wants to ask so many questions, but he didn't . Instead he embraced him,

" Tighter " Seokjin demanded and he gripped his waist in a strong hold. Sobs escaped from seokjin's throat and he encircled his arms around Namjoon's nape, inhaling his scent and feeling his heart beat. Reminding himself that what he felt was just a night mare, nothing else.