What a Wet Blanket • Yoonseok °SEQUEL°

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Hoseok laughed as Namjoon was rambling on about some client who was too much to handle. Namjoon, Seokjin and Hoseok where all gathered together in the café built in the college they attended enjoying each other's company.

"I'm not kidding that woman just kept trying to make me seem like I was giving the incorrect information!" Namjoon protested as Seokjin giggled and intertwined their fingers under the table on Namjoon's lap.

"Now you know why I don't work in offices." Hoseok chuckled, taking a sip from the coffee he ordered. A while back Hoseok had quit his part time job at the coffee shop to take on more classes to become a doctor.

Hoseok's dream had always been to help others, and being a doctor seemed to suit him well.

As they continued to chatter someone unexpectedly plopped down next to Namjoon.

"Hey Nams." Jackson laughed with Mark walking towards him and taking a seat next to him.

"Hey." Namjoon greeted.

"You guys wanna tag along to the bar tonight? Mark passed his recent exam with flying colors, so we're celebrating." Jackson explained vividly with a wide smile as Mark fiddled with his fingers on his lap in embarrassment from the slight praise.

"Sure, if that's okay with you princess?" Namjoon said turning to Seokjin for approval, Seokjin rolled his eyes to the nickname.

"I told you to stop calling me that, and sure, why not."

"I wanna join!" Hoseok whined childishly, "I'll ask if Yoongi wants to come!"

Jackson's brows furrowed in confusion to who Hoseok was speaking of, then his eyes widened in realization.

"Like Min Yoongi?" Hoseok nodded in confusion to Jackson's question, "I-I don't think it'll be a good idea to have him with us." Jackson said hesitantly.

"Why?" Hoseok asked in a rough tone, feeling a tiny bit of annoyance, it was as if he insulting his Yoongi.

"I-I mean, how do I put this, I went to his highschool and well, he's kinda a wet blanket." Jackson confessed.

"What?" Hoseok spat with anger, offended slightly. Hoseok sighed trying to clam himself, "at least let me ask to see he wants to come."

Wet blanket?

What even is a "wet blanket"

By the end of the lunch break Hoseok went to his next classes, feeling nothing but stress. He didn't understand why Jackson didn't want Yoongi around. Had Yoongi done something in high school? Hoseok sighed. Those thoughts lingered in his mine all day even if he wanted them to disappear.

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I decided to feature the wild and sexy Jackson Wang and the dimsum known as Mark Tuan in this chapter. So yeah, btw shit's about to go down.