[HOUSE OF CARDS] BTS Criminal AU [FALLING APART]

Headquarters

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"Seokjin?!" Namjoon shouted from his office. "Any news on the boys?!" He pushed his empty coffee cup further away from him, and returned to his newspaper. Jin came tumbling in, resting against the doorway. His arms carried at least 60 papers and 3 folders.

"I'm kind of busy doing  other things ... I haven't heard anything lately ..." He confessed. Namjoon looked skeptic up from his newspaper, gave him the "elevator look", and continued reading. He waved his hands at the door, signaling Jin it was time to leave.

Seokjin rolled his eyes, pushed his glasses back, and left. He went down the big, empty meeting room, past Suga's giant mess on the tables, past the 5 monitors on their wall, until he reached his own office. He threw the papers and folders on his already messy table. He sighed in annoyance. Why do I suddenly have to do all the work?! 

After Seokjin had left, Namjoon put his paper down. He quickly jumped up from his chair, ran to the door and locked it. He looked out his small window, before pulling the curtain closed. In his desk, he opened the lowest drawer. There was a bunch of messy papers, contracts that never had been signed, emails he'd printed, but somewhere in the middle, he pulled out a hip flask. 

Namjoon had in the past admitted, that he had to deal with some problems, the most recent being stress. But eventually, with the help of the group, the problems went away. However recently, with them being on the news, the police everywhere, and the other groups becoming more prominent, he had gotten stressed once again, though this time no one knew ...except Seokjin.

He pushed his hair back and threw his glasses on the table. Tears started to form in the corner of his eyes. Something was wrong, he knew it. There was always something wrong when Namjoon handed others his work. He was always hardworking, and would rather do everything himself. Jin just stood there in his office, leaned in over his messy disk. His tears had already reached his chin, and were falling down onto Namjoons papers. He began to sob, small little hicks and muffled cries escaped, as he kept thinking about their current situation. 

He ran his arms over his table, pushing most of the papers down. His desk lamp was hanging in its cable, his mug were shattered across the floor, and the papers were flying around the room. 

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A/N

Hello once again~~~ I'm super sorry for late updates! But I do try my best! 
Also, Namjin is just life, so look forward to more of that ;)