𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗𝟓

Namjoon stares at the handcuffs on the nightstand. Am I really free now?

He woke up two hours ago, but any of the guys brought him breakfast nor came to check on him. Their voices echo through all the hallway coming from the living room.

Namjoon steps outside, following the sound of the guys: his supposed boyfriends.

When Namjoon steps in the living room, everyone shuts their mouth.

He stands awkwardly and waits patiently for someone to say something, but they remain quiet. For the past two days they 'chased' him and became all chatty when he clearly didn't want to listen. Namjoon raises an eyebrow and snorts. After everything they told me, after showing me those photographs, they've complotted some sort of silent treatment? Jerks.

"Good morning, Namjoon. How are you feeling?" Seokjin's voice comes out clear, as sweet as the angels.

Oh.

Namjoon clears his throat and scratches his nape. "Fine."

"Did you sleep okay?"

"Yes."

Seokjin's eyes light up when he smiles. "Come, sit with us. Are you hungry?"

Namjoon sits down next to Hoseok, a clear wide gap between them.

Namjoon scrunches his nose at the weird looking toasts on the redhead's plate. Do they call this breakfast?

"Sorry, but I'm still new at French toasts." explains Seokjin behind him.

He leans to place the dish filled with his boyfriend's breakfast and his chest brushes Namjoon's back. The latter holds the air in his lungs, but the sweet scent of the detective remains in the air even when he pulls away.

"Do I," he clears his throat. "Do I have to eat this?"

"But they're so yummy! I can eat them for you if you don't want them." Hoseok cheers, his mouth watering at the freshly made toasts.

Seokjin gives him a stern look. "Finish yours first."

Namjoon plays with the food with the fork and the knife, questioning what ingredients Seokjin added to make this and how good can it be. Hoseok hums every time he has a bite, followed by a cute arms dance.

Namjoon takes his eyes away from him and raises his head, regretting it immediately.

Taehyung sits on Jimin's lap, the blond haired arms wrapped around his waist as his head rests on Taehyung's shoulder. The picture they showed him yesterday flashes right before his eyes and he drops the cutlery.

"Hey, what's up?"

Namjoon's eyes shift to Jungkook's and Namjoon almost gasps at the proximity of their faces. Where does he come from? Was he here the whole time?

"Nothing."

"Do they remind you of something?" he points at the couple cuddling on the sofa. "A photo, maybe?"

Namjoon furrows his eyebrows at Jungkook's bluntness, while the younger licks his piercing with a smirk. Mission accomplished.

"Whatever you're trying to imply, stop it."

Jungkook raises his arms in defense and comes back to the sofa.

"What photo?"

"We showed him two photos yesterday. In one of them, he's with you and in the other he's with Yoongi."

Taehyung gasps and frees himself from Jimin's warm embrace to sit closer to Jungkook. "Really? Really? Really? He has seen a picture of us? Me with him? Really, really, really?"