𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 / 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐈𝐍

Chapter Eleven

Namjoon didn't know why he was standing in the middle of street with everyone wearing their costumes and masks passing by and giving him looks here and there. He was the only one without a mask onto his face but he couldn't care less.

Maybe, just maybe Hoseok was right. He kept locking himself up at his apartment, away from everything and everyone that he forgot how to live his life a normal way. He needed to understand that a divorce cannot make him hide for the rest of his life, although it was hard for him. He just began to relax when he came back into his life and caused trouble, making Namjoon feel paranoid all over again. He had a feeling he was somewhere in the crowd, masked, unrecognizable and waiting to attack him at his lowest. Or maybe he was just making up things into his head.

He took a deep breath and was about to start walking when he felt a hand wrapping around his elbow. He flinched and turned around, feeling his heart going to his heels as he stared at a person dressed in a long, black cloak, a golden mask covering his eyes. He was smiling widely at him. Namjoon frowned and slowly moved his arm out of his grip.

"Do I know you?" Namjoon asked.

"How can I even expect you to know me when I have this mask on. But you know me too well, Namjoon. Never thought I'd bump into you here." They spoke. "Let's grab a drink first, then I will show you who I am."

"I'm not ten years old to accept drinks from people I don't even see a face of." Namjoon said.

The other gasped then bowed to him respectfully. "I swear to god I never had any of those intentions. Here," He took off his mask, Namjoon's eyes widening at a man standing before him. He wanted to dig a hole and disappear to the other side of the planet. Never in a million years had he thought he would end up seeing him after all this time. And he wasn't amused at all. He didn't want to spend his time with him for sure.

"Haven't changed much, eh?" Namjoon finally spoke. "What do you want from me, Taeyeong?"

"A drink? Come on, I know you're happy you saw me." Taeyeong said, scratching the back of his neck when Namjoon crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm sorry."

"You sure are." Namjoon said. "I don't know if my friend Taehyung made it clear but I have nothing to talk to you about. Once a cheater, always a cheater so don't waste our time trying to get me to trust you again."

"Can I at least buy us a drink? I didn't come here to win over you or anything. I want to show you how truly I have changed after all those years then you will decide." Taeyeong said.

"Don't you have company?" Namjoon asked.

"They will do just fine without me for a bit."

Half an hour later, Taeyeong was drunk. Namjoon watched him laugh and joke around with the bartender, wondering how he could end up in this situation. He stared at his glass of sweet, cocktail drink and took a sip from the metallic straw. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be but he couldn't help and think about where the hell Seokjin was at the moment. At the same time, he didn't want to be seen sitting there. It would be a very complicated situation because he was his uncle after all. Another reason why Namjoon could never be with him, besides his friendship with his parents.

"Are you seeing someone now?" Taeyeong turned his attention back to Namjoon and leaned onto the counter. Namjoon shook his head, still staring at his drink. "How can such a perfect man be single?"