𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓

Namjoon hurries to put his notebooks in his bag. The boys wait for him in the underground parking, and he doesn't like making anyone wait.

He quickly sets up the alarm in his office and turns around, colliding in someone's body. He steps away, his eyes widen, not expecting to face her like this.

He didn't want to face her at all, but it sounds impossible as they're working in the same building—same department. If Seokjin has to work with her, it's only fair he has to face her as well.

"Long time no see." Her delicate voice brings memories to Namjoon. Memories he wants to forget for his own sake.

He nods, smiling politely. Namjoon, keep it formal and it will pass.

"How have you been?"

"Good. Living life, here and there. Focusing entirely on my work. People out there needs me."

"Oh, I see." She giggles, tucking her hair behind her ear. "How are things going with Seokjin?"

Namjoon's body tenses at the sound of his boyfriend's name coming out of that woman's mouth. I've to keep it simple. It's not worth it. I can't risk it.

"I told you the last time we met we broke up. Love can't last forever." He clenches his jaw, his dragon eyes spilling fire.

"Oh, Namjoon. I thought you perhaps came back together. You loved each other so fiercely, he even joined this life for you."

Namjoon strangles the strap of his backpack as much as he can, his hand soon feeling sore. No need to remind me.

"You gave us no choice. Have you forgotten that, too?" He spats, the volcano boiling inside him ready to explode. How there she mention it as if it was a blessing?

"How could I, Namjoon? Everything I did, everything I do is for you. Because I love you. After all this years, I still—"

Namjoon scoffs. "Stop it here, I don't want to hurt you."

He takes a few steps closer, until he stands next to her, looking at opposite sides. "And I'm not talking about your feelings."

* * *

"And he went like this," Hoseok kicks the air with his leg, "And like this." He moves his arms around, trying to copy Jungkook's moves.

Yoongi snorts. "Hoba, right now you look like a broken fan. Come here, I don't give a fuck about his fighting skills."

"Woah, they impressed me. How can someone be this cool?"

Taehyung glares at Hoseok. "He isn't cool in any way. Do you actually like him? You don't consider him your friend, do you?"

Taehyung brings another biscuit to his mouth. He bites it fast, waiting for his boyfriend's answer.

"Why not? We're mates at work now."

Yoongi laughs and pats his thighs, Hoseok hurries to sit on his lap.

"It's only been one day. Don't be dramatic. Anyway, I'm sure he wants to do something to Jimin. Every time he looks at him," Yoongi shivers. "I can't stand him."

"That nasty boy wants to hurt my Chimmy?" Taehyung strungles the pack of biscuits between his hands.

"Who wants to hurt me?" Jimin closes the door and lays on Hoseok's bed. "I'm going to sleep here tonight, I don't care what you say. Hobi, you still bring your gun with you, right?"