The Business Place | k.nj + k.sj

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≪Namjoon's P.O.V.≫
≪Meeting Hoseok≫

*warning for sensitive subjects ahead*

It's been roughly a week since the car crash, though it wasn't affecting me as much anymore, it was still always on the back of my mind whenever I looked at Seokjin. It was nearly seven when Jungkook peeked in through a gap in my office door, a small smile on his face.

"Hoseok's here, after this he's headed back home for a week or two, so this is basically your last chance," he mumbled, opening the door wider.

Jungkook walked in, a taller man walking in behind him. His hair was a bright red and he wore a light pink sweater, a white surgical mask covering his face.

"Good evening Kim Namjoon ssi," he bowed, Jungkook nudging him and saying that it was okay.

They both sat down in the seats in front of me, Hoseok looking as though he was going to piss himself. He tried his best to share eye contact with me, but I guess I was just too intimidating to him.

"There's no need to be scared Hoseok-ah," I smiled, watching him look up to me.

"I'm only here to tell you what Seokjin told me to say, nothing else," he admitted, playing with the ends of his sleeves.

I nodded, getting a pen out and a pad of paper and preparing to write everything down. I looked back up to him, seeing Jungkook basically watching him like a hawk.

"So... um... where do you want to begin?" Jungkook stuttered, fidgeting in his seat.

"Um... Seokjin-hyung told me to tell you that he has heart and lung problems, though they are better now, since he has his medicine, but it used to be really bad," he explained. "Um... his brother's friends never really did anything to help."

"What did they do to him?" Jungkook asked as I wrote some things down.

"They-uh," he began to rub his arms nervously, "they would force him to run a lot and then beat him up and stuff, and he'd let them do it too. He would never really stand up for himself, but he was always so small, it's not like he could."

"What else happened?" I asked, tapping the end of my pen against the desk.

"He's a very hard worker, he had always tried to be better than his brother, so he'd always recluse himself into his room and stay up so late and wake up really early so that he could work," he mumbled. "There was a period of time that I didn't know whether or not we were going to fall out as friends because all he did was work. If it weren't for me, he would've been treated ten times worse."

"What do you mean?"

"He was bullied a lot throughout high school, he was made fun of a lot and he was beaten a lot too. He'd always lie to his parents and to the teachers about what would happen," he rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. "They'd always say things about him, no matter what he was doing."

"Do you want to tell Namjoon what you told me in the car?" Jungkook asked, piquing my interest.

"His brother's friends took it a bit too far one day and sent him to the hospital. They broke his shoulder and it was probably the worst panic attack I've ever seen him have."

I could see that Hoseok was beginning to get upset and uncomfortable. He refused to look up from his lap, where he played with the rings on his fingers.

"I can see that this is upsetting you, you don't have to say anymore if you don't want to," I smiled at him. "You can go now, if you ever want to talk, you can always talk to Jungkook. I don't want to overstep you or Seokjin's boundaries."

He nodded his head, taking a deep breath before looking up to me for the first time in the past few minutes.

"Seokjin-hyung doesn't like to be in the public eye, so taking this job was a big risk for him. He really likes flowers and stuff like that too. He feels calm when his hand is being held or something like that, just so you know."

I nodded as he stood up, Jungkook leading him out of the office. I sighed before putting my head in my hands, I was not prepared for all of this information to be avalanched onto me all at once. I have a gut feeling that there was more, a lot more, than what he was telling me.

I shook my head as I began to pack all of my belongings up, shutting off my computer. I groaned as I stood, grabbing my car keys and walked down to my car.

I gripped onto the steering wheel and began my drive back home. My eyes felt heavy as soon as I pulled into my driveway, parking my car in my garage before I entered my house.

I yawned as I sat my things down on top of the kitchen Island, my keys clanking against the marble countertop. I undid my tie as I walked up the stairs, tossing it onto my desk chair as soon as I entered my room.

I changed as quick as I could, barely being able to wait to climb into bed. I stripped of my shirt and pants, eagerly exchanging then for a pair of sweats and a loose tank top.

I crawled into bed and snuggled under the covers, turning off the bedside lamp. I closed my eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep, not minding that it was only 9:37.
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I apologize that this is so short, but this was really just a filler chapter.