My lover(sequel to My Host; namjin)

Namjoon

       The smirk doesn't leave my face as I slide back into the booth while all our friends eye me suspiciously.
      "Where's Jin hyung?" Jimin pouts and eyes me up and down. He notices my unkempt shirt and rolls his eyes. "You did not do that with him in the bathroom!" He pushes Yoongi out of the way and runs towards restrooms where Jin's probably pouting. I snort at the thought.
      Yoongi glares at me. "I don't care what you do in your free time but don't do it with Jimin around! He never lets me hear the end of it." He groans, rubbing his eyes. "Now they'll never come out and when they do he'll get mad at me!" He complains.
      I laugh. "Why does he get mad at you?" I ask in confusion.
       "Because I entertain your company." He glowers. Hoseok and Mark ignore all our drama and talk amongst themselves. I'm surprised Mark doesn't seem to care if Jin's alright or not...open relationship or not-isn't it still a relationship? Shouldn't he care? The fact he doesn't even look concerned kinda pisses me off. Jin's better off without. Good thing Hoseok is going to keep him busy and away from my baby.
      "So what did you want me to come for anyway? You were vague over the phone." He wonders. I glance at Hoseok to see him wink at me. Thank god he thought of a plan..
      "Oh, we have a new song in mind to give our new idol group but we want your production help. You are the best after all." Hoseok smiles cheerfully.
       Yoongi nods in thought. "Ok. Sounds good. It shouldn't take more than a couple days, right? Jimin needs to be back for his job day after tomorrow." He explains.
       Hoseok nods. "Yeah! Everything should be good by then." He winks at me again and I fight a smile. Yoongi's going to kill us. After about ten minutes, Jimin returns to the table looking dejected and very much alone. I glance around but don't see Jin anywhere.
       "Where's Jin?" I ask him.
       He glares at me. "He's gone. He went home." He scoots back into the booth, making Yoongi sit beside me.
        "Those hands of yours better stay away from my pants, bitch." Yoongi scowls at me and I laugh. He knew all this time and here I thought I'd been discreet.
         I shrug. "Couldn't help myself."
       "You better learn how to 'help' yourself before you get kicked in the balls!" Jimin growls, surprising all of us. He crosses his arms and seems angry and I wonder what him and Jin talked about. Probably how to start up their I hate Kim Namjoon club. I scoff at the thought.
        "And your problem is?" I ask, feigning non interest.
         He scoffs. "You know what you did. I think you're being way too selfish. You need to think in Jin hyung's point of view! Stop messing with him!" He demands and I'm surprised to see tears in his eyes. I feel guilty all of a sudden. Well shit.
        "Look...I'm sorry. I know you think I'm just playing him but I'm not. I truly still love him and want to spend the rest of my life with him. I'm just trying to get him to admit he still loves me too." I admit, more subdued than normal.
       He studies me closely and I let him, opening myself up to his strict judgement. After a solid minute, he nods and quickly looks away. Relief washes over me when I realize I finally got Jimin's approve. The little brat is hard to please. It makes me feel accomplished.

       We leave the restaurant not long after and since it's late, we part ways and I go to find my overly difficult and in denial fiancé. Yes, I'm going to start calling him my fiancé again because to be honest...I never stopped thinking of him as such. I was in denial as well but not anymore.
      I'm over playing my own head games. It's time to stop the shit and get serious. I want Jin to know once and for all I'm completely serious. 
      Opening the door to our room, I peak inside expecting to see an angry Jin pacing around or aiming to throw shit at me but instead I'm greeted by darkness. I flip on the switch to see an empty penthouse suite. Frowning, I search every room finding myself alone. Fuck.
      I dial up his number but of course he doesn't pick up. Getting anxious, I make sure I have everything I need and leave to find my wayward fiancé.