Spiraling | BTS OT7 | Romance Drama | (Ongoing)

#21 Midnight Kiss

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Taking some much-needed space, I continue to lounge on the patio chaise on the balcony area of Namjoon's apartment. My warm laptop rests on my thighs, and I watch the numbers spike up on all Agust's media accounts. It gives me some relief knowing that I did something correctly tonight.

The crowd has dwindled down, but about half of the closer-knit guests remain mingling inside to keep the party going. The music grows louder for a moment then dies back down.

"It's a celebration." His nonchalant voice intertwines with my relaxation time.

He stumbles to me, plopping his butt down by my legs on the same piece of furniture I'm lying in, spilling some of his drink on the both of us in the process. "Why are you working?" Agust asks.

He's actually using a cup for once.

I bend forward towards him to wipe my pant leg and decide to answer his question. "Instead of drinking my stress away, I immerse myself with work instead." I boldly point out his obvious habit.

He smacks my laptop shut. "That wasn't very princess like." He mutters before holding his full cup of alcohol to me and fluffing out his colorless bangs. He doesn't turn to look at me and I'm left observing the profile of his face, even when I accept his refreshment.

It's hard to decipher what's going on in that blonde head of his. He's hot and cold with me, but I remind myself not to assume his personality. I decide it's smart to put my device away, before it ends up flying 28 stories down to the street below us.

"Your numbers are going up." I casually mention my recent observation. He gave the stamp of approval to post the last remaining photos after his set and walked off to the makeshift bar in the kitchen.

"I had no doubts." He presses his palm on his forehead still wiping the heat of his performance away. "I put my trust in your process, you do decent work."

We sit in silence for a moment, feeling the cool air flow past us in small waves. The skyline shines with an assortment of lights, some different colors, unique shapes, it's honestly a breathtaking view.

"So, a large birdy told me that you overheard the conversation upstairs." He stares up into the night sky composing himself a bit more.

"I did, but that's none of my business." I become defensive taking a sip of the drink I was provided.

"Exactly, so lighten up a bit." He insists with a relaxed tone, his hair shifts in the wind when he finally turns to me. "I thought you should know, it's not serious, just some usual mild insults."

"I appreciate you informing me, but again. Not my concern." I say flatly and realize how exhausted I am. I guess I do have some pent-up anger towards this guy as well.

"I like this version of you. Bitchy. Taking no one's shit." He smirks softly. I don't give him the pleasure of a reaction.

"Give Joon a break." He looks down rubbing his hands together. "He's only looking out for you." I'm caught off guard by his somewhat wholesome advice regarding his friend, but it doesn't make me feel any better.

"Yeah, why? Are you one of Jackson's watch dogs as well?" My mood is impossible to mask, the words flow out as they come to mind.

His orbs study me before he opens his mouth to speak again. "No. I don't give—" He pauses scratching his neck lightly. "You should be free to do what you want, it's your life, not anyone else's." His tone is low and serious.

I look down at my gifted drink wishing Namjoon could feel the same way. It sucks that Jackson has poisoned his mind with the belief that I am this damaged girl.