fools.

epilogue

i swear namjoon + chokers will be the death of me ;-; also support nct u, they're so good and so cute like yass

...so this is the end *ugly sobs*

i hope you enjoy it :')

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*three years later*

things didn't go as planned.

one minute namjoon and jin were cuddling on their couch (yes, their. they had moved in together), the next minute jin was breaking up with namjoon because he had an arranged marriage with some girl that namjoon never heard of in his life.

maybe that's because he rarely watches tv. otherwise he would've known that jin-kim seokjin-was heir to a line of businesses in korea and america.

seokjin was currently in america.

leaving namjoon, leaving his friends, leaving the place he once called home.

namjoon even cared for jin's friends. even the horse faced fucker that has gone to replace him as his new best friend.

namjoon could laugh, but that meant showing emotion and seokjin took his emotions when he left for america.

***

"no hoseok! i don't want to go!"

all namjoon wanted was to go wallow in his sheets with chocolate and lots and lots of ice cream. hoseok, on the other hand wanted him to go to a birthday party. seokjin's birthday party.

"i got over him when he chose you. the only way you can get over him is to see him!" hoseok's logic seemed way off, but that didn't stop him. he ripped the covers off of the younger male. namjoon squealed when he felt cold air around him, hoseok screamed. "did you sleep naked?! my eyes!"

"this is my house now, get over yourself." namjoon mumbled into his pillow, sitting up and placing the cover over his area. "besides, you had yoongi to help you get over him, i had no one."

"you could've had jungkook. he did look up to you a lot." hoseok smiled, remembering the tiny bunny-toothed male that would stare at namjoon with sparkly eyes and parted lips.

"he's 17, hoseok!" namjoon squeaked. hoseok just shrugged. "i'm 24! he's a child!"

"he is where it counts!"

"you pervert!"

hoseok ended up with a face full of pillow.

***

right now, namjoon really wishes that hoseok didn't call jimin to help get him out of bed. it was really surprising to find out the small boy was actually stronger than he looked.

he glared at the boy deciding he didn't like him as much now.

"hey jimin!" namjoon uttered with an innocent smile. the smaller boy turned around happily, truly not understanding what was going on, but his hyung seemed happier now.

"yes hyung?" jimin chirped. the whole car was silent, waiting for namjoon's response.

"...you got no jams." namjoon smirked and sat back like the gangster he was. the whole car erupted into 'ooh's. jimin clutched his heart with a gloomy look on his face.