"All eyes on me when I step in the room. If you don't know, better ask somebody watch your man hit the dick-"
"It's deck, hyung!" Hoseok sighs, face palming. Yoongi snorts, cuddling further into Jimin. "He can't rap, anyway. Who else wants to try?"
"I can! Pick me, pick me!" Taehyung raises his hand, jumping in front of the couch Yoongi and Jimin were on. "Jungkook-ah, why don't you try?" He completely ignores Taehyung, ruffling Jimin's hair, who was almost asleep.
"Oh, oh! Rap in English! Freestyle!" Hoseok chants, taking a big gulp from his beer.
"Uh. My name is Jungkook, scale is..." he trails off, thinking about a words or two. "International Playboy!"
Everybody — except Jimin, who was now fully asleep — chuckles at the maknae's cuteness.
Our laughs were interrupted by a loud knock on the door, followed by some banging. I furrow my eyebrows at the banging, and Jimin stirs in his sleep, mumbling something about noise. "Who is it?" I call out, cautiously approaching the door.
"It's Namjoon, open up. Please!" A familiar deep voice whispers from behind the door harshly. "Namjoon-ah?" Hoseok voices out, just as confused as me.
Wasn't he supposed to be at a rap battle?
I turn the knob and pull open the door, only to be met with a sweaty, bruised and panicked Namjoon. He pushes me aside, eager to enter, and slams the door close. "W-what's going on? What happened?"
He simply slides the lock on, turning around and walking into the living room to sit down on one of the empty sofa's. He puts his head into his hands, gripping his hair harshly. Jimin, now awake, moves forward and pats his knee.
"What happened, Namjoon-ah?" I question gently, moving to sit on his left. "That fucking psychopath is what happened," he hisses out, gently tapping the almost black bruise around his eye, wincing after.
"Who are you talking about?" Yoongi asks, sitting up from his laid position on the couch. "That bastard, Chanyeol, of course." Namjoon replies, clenching his fist.
Hearing his name made my blood boil. Because of him we had to end our date early, because of him my life was ruined, because of him I have to live in fear, scared that one day he'll find me. All because of him.
Grabbing a first aid kit from the bathroom, I tend to Namjoon's wounds, apologising every time he winces in pain.
"Tell us the whole thing," Hoseok murmurs, his eyes roaming his face worriedly. Even though it was just friendly concern, it made my heart ache in jealousy more than it should've.
"Well, I told you guys about the rap battle, right? I didn't know who I was against at first, then when I entered the stage, I saw his face. In the beginning, I tried to ignore him as much as I could, and I succeeded in doing that. I won the rap battle in the end, by the way. So, I was just in my studio, packing up and planning to surprise you guys, when my door was slammed open. There were like, 4 or more guys there. Turns out, it was Chanyeol. He got mad that he lost from me, again, and wanted to 'teach me a lesson' about that. There were too many against me, and they succeeded in beating me up. But, thankfully, Jackson came in time. He managed to distract them, which gave me a chance to run away. I couldn't go back to my place, knowing they'd find me there. So, I decided to come here instead." He finishes his explanation, adding certain expressions here and there.
"Ugh, I hate him. I hate him so much." I mumble, clenching my fists tight enough to make my knuckles white. Namjoon grabs my hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of it till I loosen my grip.
"Im going to fucking kill him," Taehyung seethes out, Yoongi agrees with him, adding more force to the words. Hoseok and I turn our glares towards Taehyung. He realises what he did wrong and immediately apologises, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry for cursing, Jin hyung. Sorry for cursing, da- Hoseokie," he mumbles, blushing after the last word.
I eye him weirdly, deciding to interrogate him later. "Well, I'm going to leave. The drama is way too much for me." Jungkook stands up, moving to grab his coat from the hanger next to the front door.
"Same, come on, Jiminie," Yoongi agrees, standing up and stretching his hand out to Jimin. "Taehyung-ah, I'm going to play Overwatch, are you coming?" Jungkook asks, stopping right in front of the front door.
"Mhm, sure!" He readily agrees, jumping up. "Well, I'm not going to sit here and third wheel, so, goodbye Jin hyung!" Hoseok utters, following everyone or the front door. I hear multiple shouts of 'thanks for having us over' before it falls silent.
I sigh, getting up to put away the alcohol wipes, and bandages when someone grabs my wrist. I turn around and I feel someone place a peck on my lips. "I'm sorry for making you worry," Namjoon whispers against my lips, grabbing my hands.
"Don't apologise, I'm used to worrying, anyway." I smile, this time moving away and actually throwing away the trash. As soon as I turn around from throwing the trash into the dustbin, I'm pinned to the wall. Namjoon pecks my lips and apologises again. This keeps on repeating until our pecks turn into a full blown make out session.
I moan, feeling him bite my lip, entering his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues fight a battle of dominance, his winning over mine and taking control.
Just as predicted.
We break apart when we hear a door squeak. Snapping our heads into the direction of the noise, we are met with a sheepish looking Jungkook, holding up his phone. "I-uh, left this here. D-Don't mind me, continue what you guys were doing," he stutters, immediately slamming the door shut and running out.
I turn my head to look at Namjoon, who was already staring at me. We stare at each other for a while, before bursting out laughing at the stupidity of the situation.
"Seeing his face immediately after making out with you, made my boner disappear."
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Unedited. TOMORROWS SCHOOL IM NOT READY HELP ALso there might not be any sexual intercourse in this book hehe
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