Enemy of My Enemy

Chapter 6

3rd POV

"Sorry about them."

Namjoon jumps in surprise. He forgot about the tall one. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Seokjin tried to calm him down. "It's ok. I was just in the zone." Seokjin smiles. "Ok."

Namjoon stiffened at the awkward atmosphere he put himself in, but for Seokjin it felt comfortable, mostly funny. "Can I watch you work?" He asked. "Um..sure." Namjoon doesn't really work well when people are watching him, but he didn't have the heart to turn him down. "I'm Seokjin by the way." Seokjin finally introduces himself. "I'm Namjoon. Well, you already knew that because of the meeting we had. I don't know why I introduced myself when you already knew my name. I guess I should've said 'that's a nice name' instead of introducing myself. It would've gone better like that. My name is known to you already. I should probably stop rambling right now, huh?"

Seokjin laughs. "No, it's cute." Namjoon blushes awkwardly. He was never called cute before. "Um. Thanks?" He looks back down at his work. Watching his hand-made machine finish the material. "You don't do compliments, do you?" Seokjin asked. "Um. Not really. I stopped getting compliments when I turned 13. After that I was just insulted or degraded." Namjoon never looks at him.

Seokjin frowns. "How come?" Taking a deep breath Namjoon spoke. "I was labeled a prodigy when I was young. I was one when I said my first word and it was 'utensils', my eomma was a chef. I guess that is how this all happened. I was two when I started walking, even then, I was running. I never crawled. At the age of five, I was moved to the second grade because of my quick learning abilities. I graduated high school at 13. My parents were proud. They sent me to a university to continue my studies. That was when it went down hill." Seokjin sat down on the couch as Namjoon continued.

~~With Taehyung~~

"He made lots of accomplishments in university. Won many awards." Taehyung explains as he polished his guns in his room. Both of them moved there so Taehyung could finish what he needed for the mission. "So how did he end up homeless if he was so successful?" Jungkook asked, sharpening throwing knives. "Don't interrupt me and maybe you'll find out." Jungkook sulk to himself as Taehyung starts talking again.

"While he was winning awards he was also getting bullied." Jungkook scoots closer to listen more. Now we're talking.

~~Back to Namjoon~~

"They called me many names. Egghead was one of them. Something nerds were called for being smart, I wish that was the reason they called me that." Seokjin rubs his hand up and down Namjoon's back. "They always brought up my looks as well. I wasn't the most attractive man in university and I knew I wasn't, I was 17 surrounded by 20 year olds, for god's sake. They told me 'the only reason you're smart is to make up for your ugliness'"

A ding was heard. Namjoon runs to the machine and pulls out the material. "Grab that end please." Seokjin did as told. "Alright, hang it over the pole right there. It needs to cool down a bit before I start sewing." Seokjin nods. This is pretty warm. "What happens if it's still warm?"

"It will cause a chain of reactions."

"Like what?"

"The material will destroy itself. Disintegrate, in other words."

Seokjin's eyes widened with a smile. "Alright then."

Namjoon laughs. After hanging the very long, very wide fabric up. They sat back down again. "I don't think you're ugly."

"You didn't see me during my puberty. Anyways, the insults brought me down and ruined my studies. My parents were angry at me."

"Why are you failing your classes!? This is first grade stuff to you!" Namjoon mothers yells at him. "I'm sorry." Namjoon doesn't look up from the table, ashamed of what is happening to him. "Don't apologize! Tell us what you plan to do now!" His dad yells. Namjoon thinks for a moment. "Um. Study more?" His parents stare daggers into him.