His Boxy Smiles

Chapter 55

He arrived first. Of course he arrived first. He was always first when it came to running. But what was the point of being first if he couldn't even do anything?

There he stood in front of the locked door, numb and clueless of what to do and it was stupid, really stupid, because his Namjoon hyung was crying and tearing papers apart and he was standing there like an idiot, hands gripping the door knob tightly, frozen and useless.

And his heart was thumping on his chest, inner voice screaming at the top of its non-existent lungs for him to do something, just something, anything to stop his hyung's crying because it hurt. Damn, it hurt to hear!

Then the unmistakable sounds of objects crashing into walls got his senses back together.

"Hyung! Namjoon hyung!" he twisted the door knob roughly, hurriedly, hoping the lock would unlock by itself if he did so relentlessly, and he banged on the door, as loud as he could, as desperate as he was. "Hyung! Open the door! You're going to hurt yourself! Hyung, please!" he shouted through the heart-shattering noises, pleading and helpless. And it seemed like his hyung couldn't hear him.

And maybe he really couldn't.

And it hurt because Namjoon hyung always hears me. He pays attention. He listens. He was always there to listen.

And we didn't listen to him. We didn't...

"Hyung, please stop. Open the door!"

"Jungkook?!"

And his head snapped behind him because at last, Seokjin and Jimin arrived.

He didn't have the time to explain though (if the scary noises and the sounds of chaos coming from Namjoon's studio wasn't already enough of an explanation).

"Hyung, get the key. I need the key, I need the key. I need it. Namjoon hyung-"

"I got it, I got it," the eldest nodded, gone the second he finished his shaky impromptu declaration (if he could call it that).

Jimin was quiet, just as stricken and frozen as Jungkook was when he first came. And just as the noises from inside amplified, the two of them grew more panicked. Jungkook even thought of just kicking the door down and he would have if his Seokjin hyung hadn't come back right at that second.

The two gave him way and it seemed like an eternity later when they finally heard the click of the door. And oh they could finally breathe but the door didn't even budge enough for them to poke their heads into the room.

It was stuck. Something was blocking the door, not allowing them entrance, and Seokjin was about to throw his whole body at it if only he didn't have self-control.

"Namjoon, calm down. Please calm down," was all he could say as he struggled with the damned forsaken door. He managed to slid his arm through the small gap, feeling for whatever was causing him so much stress because I need to get to Namjoon!

"F***, a chair's blocking the door!" he cursed out loud, not even caring that he did, as he attempted to push the stupid thing away. "I can't get it out of the way. It's stuck!"

"Let me try," Yoongi suddenly appeared behind him. Jin didn't know when the other got there but he was grateful because he was about to break down the door.

And so he moved, standing uselessly beside a panting Hoseok and Jungkook, who was wide eyed as he watched, biting his lower lip impossibly hard that Seokjin was convinced that he would make himself bleed.

So of course Jin did what he always have. He wrapped an arm around the maknae and pulled his head against his shoulders. This was one of the many things he was thankful for for his broad shoulders.