The Room ~Yoonmin/Yoonseok/Namgi/Namjin~

Chapter 2: The Florist

The figure sat on the wooden chair, facing the other anxious figure that stood before him, leaning against the grey wall. The room was quiet except of the elder's apprehensive thoughts that pour from his lips as incoherent mumbles. Min Yoongi sat in a fixed position obediently. He couldn't possibly dare to say anything to the other, not after what he had done. He knew it was best for him to just be a good, silent, understanding person for once. Or so he thought he could follow through.

In his defense, all the inarticulate worrying was pretty maddening.

"You know, this can be fixed.." The raven head finally spoke up, his eyes consciously fixed on the wooden table. His elbow was placed on it, giving support to his small head resting against his curled fist. He paused to only note no change in the other's nervous behavioral patterns, so he assured the other again in a disinterested tone,"You don't need to be-"

"Of course it can be fixed." Namjoon suddenly broke out of his trance, acknowledging the younger's previous words. He shot a salty look towards his guilty roommate,"It's so easy, after all. We can pay that manager off to not say another word with our food money." He emphasized on the word food, earning a groan from Yoongi who knew exactly what he was doing. He lifted his head to look at the blonde,"I'll just give away what I earned the past week, alright?" He sighed before looking down again,"It'll be enough for a person with a low paying job anyway. Financially, It'll be like I never did a part time job which is better than a negative."

Namjoon glared at Min Yoongi in disbelief,"You're really not thinking this through, are you?"

"What's there to think? Like you said, I just have to go to him at night before the shop closes so all employees are gone and-"

"give him an opportunity to kill you?" Namjoon broke him off,"You think it's that easy? What makes you think that manager isn't someone sent from that shithole to confirm your identity and stick a bullet into your head when no one else is seeing?"

"That can't be it." Yoongi tried to put an end to Namjoon's anxiety,"When I tackled that wanna-be gangster in the cd aisle he couldn't move a muscle. He was that shocked."

"What if he was acting?" Namjoon counter attacked Min Yoongi almost immediately,"He could be like, plotting to kill you off right now, Yoongi! Why aren't you seriously thinking about this?"

"He can do a lot of things. Shout at employees, eat while being annoying to me, spitting food on my face, breaking shit and then sighing it away..Acting isn't one of them, Namjoon."

"How would you know? You only worked there for a month."

"Enough for me to know him."

Namjoon squinted in annoyance at the display of cockiness, "Just shut up." He couldn't believe how minimal the situation's severity was for Yoongi. Even if the manager wasn't their guy, what's there to not assume a 'customer' nearby wasn't either?

Namjoon suddenly shot his head up,"Didn't the manager get the job a day after you started?"

"Come on," Yoongi sighed away the fact presented to him,"They only send high school delinquents. He was like, thirty-"

"Not when they chopped your dad up, Yoongi!" Namjoon suddenly shouted, annoyed at the younger's immaturity. But he instantly regretted when the memories of a certain raven head crying himself to sleep rushed to his head.

Yoongi looked at him with incredulity, knowing well that Namjoon knew he had crossed the line with that one. But he didn't show it. He just stared at him with his normal, blank yet furious-with-the-world eyes and resting, bold eyebrows in brutal silence. This went on for a short while though, until he knew that the elder had self-reflected. Which Namjoon did, in great depth.