"Joonie!" I yelled into the phone pressed between my ear and my shoulder, my hands moving rapidly to stir the curry in the pot before me.
I hear a wince before he replies. "Jinnie!" Namjoon replies with the same amount of enthusiasm, except, it was filled with sarcasm. "What's wrong?" I inquired, pouring the curry into the bowl next to the already boiled rice.
"I'm just so stressed these days, the lyrics and all. It's just really har-" He gets interrupted by a loud bang, which I could hear even from here. "Joons, is everything okay?" I ask, putting down the chopsticks I had just picked up.
I hear things crashing and a voice saying something along the lines of, "Business. Relationship. Over." And, the line cuts off.
Grabbing my coat from the stand next to the door, I put on my shoes and run out of the apartment, not forgetting to take my keys along.
What did he get himself into this time?
I start up the car and drive out of the parking lot in the building, and onto the empty road.
Well, it was one in the morning.
My car buzzes through the little traffic and makes it to Namjoon's apartment building in a few minutes. I switch it off and get out, running into the building and past the reception, reaching the elevator just before it closed.
Phew.
Pressing the button on which Namjoon's floor was located, my nails digging into my palm as my hand clenches into a fist, my feet tapping against the marble tiles.
The elevator dings as it reaches the floor, my feet moving themselves and rushing towards his door. Surprisingly, it was slightly open. As clumsy as he is, he's very cautious about security.
I decide it would be better to stay silent and enter, rather than scream out 'Namjoon' and get my ass whooped. I tiptoe inside the eerie apartment, when I hear a groan of obvious pain from a door down the hallway.
My eyes widen at the familiarity of the voice before my feet rush towards the door, grabbing a random object — a vase, to be precise — on the way.
The door makes a loud thump as it slams open against the wall. The vase high above my head to strike whoever stood before me, ready to bust a head open.
Or a nut.
I stop mid scream when I see the face of the man before me. My grip on the vase gets tighter, pulling it lower and hugging it to my body. "Chanyeol?" He smiles at my whisper, flashing his white and perfectly aligned teeth.
"Long time no see, Jin." He replies with a laugh, pushing the hair away from his forehead with his bloody han-
Wait, what?
My eyes widen even more at the realisation and I shove Chanyeol to the side, crouching down next to a groan in Namjoon. "Joonie!" I gasp, looking at his condition. A black eye, bloody nose, and multiple bruises decorating his skin.
Putting the vase down, I help him sit up. "Are you okay? I mean, you obviously aren't. But, are you seriously injured somewhere?" I ask him, searching his face and running my hands through his sweaty hair. He nods shakily, then goes tense as his eyes move upwards, towards the left corner.
I hear a laugh, it was that kind of laugh that made chills run down your spine, not the pleasurable kind of chills either. "So, cute." The man steps out from the shadows, laughing. His grin quickly fades away to a straight face as he stares at me directly in the eye. "It makes me want to puke."
Feeling a small movement next to me, I see Namjoon clenching his hands into a fist, his bruised knuckles turning white. "Who are you and what the fuck do you want?" I spit out, enraged.
"Oh, how rude of me! They call me B-Free up on the stage." He replies with an infuriating smile. "Alright, but what do they call you in hell?" I question, passing him a sarcastic smile.
He brushes off my statement and moves closer towards us. "What do I want, you ask? I want a lot of things, but you don't always get what you want, right? I want Namjoon gone, and Chanyeol here wants you. I hope you're smart enough to figure out what happens next. We team up or whatever." He shrugs, his nasally voice making my head ache.
I sigh in frustration, and get up, pulling Namjoon along with me. He immediately grabs his ribs in pain, letting out deep breaths. "Ouch."
Even though hearing his whimpers of pain hurt me, I had to get him to a more comfortable and safer place than on the middle of the floor. I sit him down in the corner of the room, the rest of the place completely crashed. "Oh my, this scene makes me laugh more than any comedy movie I've ever watched!" Chanyeol exclaims, slapping his knee.
Raising an eyebrow at the exaggeration of the scene, I turn around, my jaw clenching. "Well, I hope you fucking choke on it." I grit out. "I fucking hate you more than anything."
He freezes. "Oh, baby. You don't mean that," he laughs, though this time, it was a lot more awkward. When he meets my eyes and sees my steely gaze, he says, "You loved me once, you can love me again."
I snort. "What kind of fucked up fantasy do you live in? I. Don't. Like. You. Hell, I fucking despise you more than Jungkook disrespecting me! Sorry to burst your bubble, but I can never love you ever again, what you did to me, is unforgivable. It's unforgettable. But, to be honest, I had forgotten you even existed when I was with Namjoon. Your appearances on Instagram is what made me realise that 'oh! He's still alive?'" The venom in my words increased just like the beating of my heart.
"Yeah. I did love you once. And trust me, that was the biggest mistake of my life." I finish. I didn't realise it at first, but when something dropped down on my green sweater, I realised I was crying.
Regardless, I stare back into Chanyeol's eyes, which looked as if they were going to burst with tears any moment. And they did. "I-I just want someone to l-love me!" He wailed, breaking into sobs.
Uh, awkward.
None of us knowing what to do, we wait for him to calm down. "This shit is taking too long, come on Namjoon-ah, let's just kick them out already." I speak, crouching down next to the beat up and tired man. He nods, "Yes, please."
"Okay, it was fun to have you guys over and all, but it's time to leave." I point towards the front door, passing them a fake smile. B-Free picks up a still sobbing Chanyeol, and pulls him towards the front door. "This isn't over," he snarls, exiting. Chanyeol's red and teary eyes never left mine, though.
It was as if he was saying goodbye.
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I initially wanted to make this chap longer but I was like eh gotta leave something for the next one too ya know BTW TODAY WAS MY AWARD CEREMONY AND I GOT A MEDAL KDJRDIDJEK how's yalls day going???
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