On the House

Chapter Twenty

"Pick up the damn phone, Hobi!"

Namjoon angrily hung up and tossed his phone onto the sofa. He was livid.

He began breathing very hard as he stood there and stared at his phone, just waiting for it to ring. He knew Hobi would call him back soon. Especially after he listened to the voicemail Namjoon had just left.

He began pacing, trying to contain his fury. It only took about three or four more minutes for his phone to ring. He dove for it and snatched it up.

"Hobi."

"Hey, Joon. What's going on? Is everything o – "

"What the fuck are you playing at?" Namjoon demanded.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want me to date Yoongi?"

There was a pause. "Do you want to date Yoongi?"

"Why did you tell him not to get involved in office romances?"

Another pause. "Joon, I – "

"Why would you go on and on about me liking him and him liking me and conspiring with his friends to try to get us together if all you were going to do was encourage him to not date me?!"

"Joon, I wasn't thinking about it in that way. I was thinking about – "

"Oh, I know what you were thinking about. And now Yoongi's asking questions! What the fuck were you thinking?!"

"I'm sorry, Joon. Really, I just – "

"What the fuck do you expect me to do about anything now?!"

"I..."

"You...?"

"I...don't know."

A loud sound of fury erupted from the back of Namjoon's throat.

"Joon, where are you? Are you still with Yoongi? You two were having drinks tonight, right?"

"Oh, we did. But then all this bullshit got brought up and I left."

"You...left? What do you mean? You just up and left him at the bar?"

"I didn't know what to say!" Namjoon shouted. "I didn't know what to do! So, I just left!"

"You didn't just disappear on him, did you?"

"I told him I needed to leave and I left."

Hoseok sighed. "Joon, you need to call him and apolog – "

"I need to apologize?! You owe me a damn apology!"

"I know I do. I'm sorry, Joon. But let's do damage control with Yoongi before you – "

"Before I what? Lose control?"

"I didn't say that. I – "

"You know what, why don't you do damage control! You call Yoongi! You try to salvage whatever sort of relationship you want me to have with him! Once you figure out whatever that is, I guess."

"Joon, where are you? Are you at home? I can come over – "

"Honestly, the last thing I want to see right now is your face."

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. "Joon, don't do this. I'm sorry, okay? Let's just figure out – "

Namjoon cut the call. He tossed the phone across his desk and ran his hands through his hair, tugging at it until it hurt. He wasn't sure he'd ever been angrier than he was right then. He was so furious with his best friend that he didn't even know what to do with himself.