Jungkook amazed by the building they walked into allowed Namjoon to simply lead him inside. When the man stopped, and Jungkook didn't realize he bumped into his leader and immediately ceased his movement. His belief was that he had actually ran into someone he didn't know. Not that he Namjoon well, but he knew him well enough you could say. If you get my drift.
Looking up the boy quickly apologized before realizing it was Namjoon whom was staring at him with a cocky smile. "You gotta wait on the elevator, babe..it has to get down here..." He spoke before taking his left hand -the one not intertwined with that of his lovers- ruffling the black haired boys hair.
Jungkook once again for only the millionth time today felt his cheeks burn red and he looked down at his feet. "You're not afraid of heights are you?" Namjoon questioned pulling the blushing babe from his thoughts, "N-No... Why" 'Oh my god why did I stutter!' "You sure, because I live on the top floor of this building and there's forty..." Namjoon wanted to assure himself, he didn't want Jungkook uncomfortable.
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It was only minutes before the two had showed up that Jimin ran to the restroom in with a face full of tears. As they entered neither assumed that a close friend had been harmed by his supposed lover. Matter of fact one didn't know his best friend lived here.
Struggling with bags and take home box of food Jungkook looked to Namjoon as if asking for help as he tried to keep the door open as well. Namjoon simply chuckled and walked back towards the boy grabbing the door. "Just set the box of food on the counter and follow me." Jungkook then continued to wobble on towards the counter of the silver kitchen. Everything about the kitchen was silver, from the fridge to the coffee pot. The oven, the table, the celling lights, literally everything. Jungkook slightly smiled and looked to the man. "I take it you like sliver just a little?" He questioned walking back over to Namjoon whom chuckled and shook his head. "Nope!" Namjoon smiled and pecked the boys forehead.
Giggling softly the boy followed Namjoon until they came to the door of the master bedroom. Looking Jungkook's doe eyes only widened and he stopped for a moment to take in the serious richness of the room. "I don't think I can get use to this huge change so quickly...what kind of room even is this..." Remember now Jungkook hadn't been "outside" in over seven almost eight years, so this. This was amazing to him. He didn't know how to take it he had been nothing but a whore since age ten. He didn't know what a condominium was, which was sad, but it was honest.
"Hey it's alright you don't have to get use to it quickly, I'm not going to force you to like this place, to love this place, or to hate it. I just want you comfortable here, and I know it will be hard to not fell guilty over something because so quickly you moved from dirt poor and basically a sex slave to the rich boyfriend of an underground rapper. To actually being cared for and loved, rather than simply respected because you can give a good fuck once in a while." Namjoon walked back over to his lover after setting the jacket to his suit on the bed. Wrapping his arms gently around Jungkook whom gave a soft sigh and leaned into the mans grip. Soft cries gently echoed and Namjoon tensed. "Kookie don't cry.."
"That's not me crying Namjoon though I think I could.."
"Then who-...Jimin!" Namjoon randomly yelled and jerked his arms from his lover. 'Shit it's another one of their episodes. this isn't how I wanted hem to met again and Jungkook probably'll want to kick Yoongi's ass..."
"Jimin? Namjoon what are you talking about Yoongi has Jimin."
"Yes I know, but they live with me, Yoongi and I are close friends, we meet a couple of years back and all this other stuff it I'll explain later."
