Arduos - K.N.J X Y/N 🔞

5. Life is Not The Same.

A/N - fyi, chapter 1 takes place 1 month prior to this moment. we already found out how y/n and namjoon met. and now where are in present day, after the hookup, where we will find out why y/n painted namjoon and what happens in the next chapter :)

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[ ' Present time ' ] 

"I should just text her."

A snort came from the side then the sound of a glass clanking against a countertop followed by the click of a lighter and a soft huff from an inhale came next, "Yeah. You should." The voice breathed out a cloud of smoke, waving the smoke away from above his head, "Better yet...." The inhale sounds from the cigarette came again, this time longer, savoring. "...Pass me that phone. I'll do it."

"She won't respond. She made that pretty clear when she left that night a whole month ago." Namjoon sighed, cursing under his breath, "Fuck." His index finger scrolled idly down the mousepad of his laptop, nose scrunching to adjust the glasses resting on the bridge of his nose as they slid down,

The man next to him huffed a soft "damn." then his lips began slurping noisily at the rim of the glass mug within his hand, head tipping backwards while he drank down the dark, viscous looking Guinness. He placed the mug down onto the kitchen countertop with a thud when he was finished and turned to look at his friend, eyebrow raising with a small smirk forming along his mouth, "She just left like that?" He ask after he swallowed and licked over his lips, blowing the fringe cascading over his eyes away afterwards, "That's kind of hot." He muttered and out came a loud sigh from his friend at his side, "Has that ever happened to you before, Nam?" His smirk only raised as he watched the younger male at his side shake his head,

"Of course you of all people would think that's hot, Yoongi hyung." Namjoon's eyes rolled, "Maybe it's me." He sighed, "I get too attached before even knowing a person." He had a hand over his face now, rubbing his palm gingerly over his cheek, "I thought me and her had something... as stupid as it sounds. I felt a connection." Namjoon's head shook and then hung between his slumped shoulders, a hand wrapping around the neck of a beer bottle in front of him to pull it closer to him, "She's the first person to up and leave like that. But I still want her." He confirmed to his hyung, bringing the beer bottle to his lips and taking a drink out of it.

He knew how corny he sounded but couldn't help it. Especially around his Hyung. Yoongi had a way about him that made it easy for Namjoon to start spilling his deepest, darkest secrets and not to mention, the honesty towards how he truly felt inside was only amplified while he was drinking too. He felt so ridiculous to be sitting here on a Friday night in his apartment like this. He could be anywhere. Doing anything. Except he was... here. Sitting at his kitchen island on his laptop... waiting for the moments to countdown before he could join a live auction for some of your unreleased work being held on your website soon.

Namjun told himself he wouldn't even look at your work anymore. Told himself he wouldn't look for you anymore. He was over it. Over you. He was done with it. Done with you. But here he was. Leg bouncing up and down anxiously as he watched the timer on your website counting down backwards from five minutes until your live drop happened. He wasn't going to buy anything. Swore to himself that he wasn't going to entertain another auction for a long time. But he was curious. Damn Yoongi. He cursed his hyung for even letting him in on the secret auction about to happen. Damn Seokjin. He cursed his eldest brother for talking him into joining too.

Yoongi's knowing smile only quirked wider with the cigarette between his lips and then his cute gummy grin was on display as he took the cig out of his mouth to breathe smoke out, head shaking as he gave the end of his cigarette a light tap to shake the ash off the end of it into a Aztec designed ashtray Namjoon had perched on top of his kitchen island,