reflection

stigma

"Holy shit, you didn't tell me it's already past eleven!" Namjoon rushed to my bathroom. "We have a fan signing event at 1 pm! We're needed there at 10 am, what should I do now?"

"You didn't tell me! And secondly, who the heck told you to come here at freaking midnight?" I scoffed. I still don't have an idea on what happened before I sleep so I don't know why the almighty rap monster is here in my house.

"You texted me saying that you almost fucking fell at the roof top and you're freaking drunk! You texted me again asking what is it like to fucking fly, you dickhead! What do you expect me to do? Sleep peacefully when your life is at risk? I don't even know where you got the audacity to update me about your freaking suicide attempt!"

Namjoon shouted from the bathroom, leaving me undeniably guilty.

"Stop shouting at me questioning what I did, you ungrateful stupid d-where the fuck is your shampoo at?" I almost wanted to laugh at him but I need to be kinder especially because he just sacrificed his sleep and schedule to pamper me last night.

"On the uppermost part of the closet, there's a new one there." I answered. I decided to cook something for him since I've been a nuisance last night. I opened my refrigerator, only to see water containers in there. I almost scoffed. I forgot to buy groceries. I saw my phone on the dining table, buzzing violently. I saw Taehyung calling me.

"Hello?" I answered the call, the other line is obviously noisy.

"H-hiseul, I know this is out of your business but-have you seen Namjoon? We have a schedule this time but he's nowhere to be found." I felt blood rushing up to my head, leaving my body extremely cold. Taehyung is on the verge of crying already.

"Hiseul? Hiseul! Let me bo-"I immediately pressed mute on the phone call so that Taehyung won't hear Namjoon who is apparently screaming at the bathroom, panic ate up my head. I ran my way to the bathroom door and violently knocked Namjoon.

"Shut the fuck up! Taehyung is on the line! I can't let him know you're here! Fuck-he might have heard you, you fucking dipwhi-" I was cut when Namjoon opened the door, showing his head up to me and shhh-ed me up. "Oh, god. please don't tell him I am here. We'll both die!" He's in panic as well.

"I know dickling! I muted the call; now shut the fuck up because I'll talk to him." I shakily press the unmute on the call and exhaled before putting the phone in loudspeaker.

"S-sorry, Taehyung. My uncle is here, I said something that may not be suitable in your ears. Anyways, what are you saying again?" I tried my best to sound innocent, Namjoon face-palmed at my lame excuse.

Taehyung seems to buy my lie because there's no hint of suspicion visible in his voice when he spoke again. "Namjoon is lost. We don't know where he is. The fan signing event will start in one hour and thirty minutes. That bastard isn't answering any of our calls!" Namjoon almost aww-ed in his kiddo's concerned tone.

"Okay, stay put there, honey. I'm on my way to find him. Be thankful it's Saturday today and I'm on my day-off!" I faked a laugh; Taehyung thanked me and said that I can text him if I already found Namjoon. I hung up the phone and let out a sigh of relief.

"Now get me a towel and fucking take a bath after I get out because you're coming with me." He said while shivering.

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"Namjoon," I said while putting my seatbelt on me. As for Namjoon, he inserted a CD on his mini radio slash DVD player attached at the front part of his car. He played one of their damn lit tracks on his car, Cypher 3. He said he needs to be inspired in driving with speed and swag because we'll literally need to fly our asses off to the fan signing event.