A Modest Proposal (Kim Namjoon/ BTS) (#SerendipityAwards)

4. Am I Wrong?

I shouldn't have said that.

Namjoon's thoughts were an echo of Ji Ah's. Throughout the duration of the mock interviews, the two of them had been sneaking glances at each other, wondering how to dispel the tension that thickly coated the room.

Ji Ah mentally berated herself for the words she had flung at Namjoon. He may have acted agitatedly, but if she was being honest, he had every right to. She should've been more cautious.

Kim Namjoon wasn't simply her ex-boyfriend, he was the leader of BTS. And she would do well to remember that. I guess I'm not beyond reproach either.

Namjoon's thoughts, on the other hand, were preoccupied with conjuring the various different ways in which he could talk to her and repair the situation. The leader realized his folly of not giving Ji Ah a chance to explain herself without lashing out at her. Yes, the song was important, but not more important than how he treated someone he was supposed to be working with. Though for the life of him, Namjoon couldn't figure out why he cared.

"You've been spacing out for a while now," Hoseok whispered from beside his fellow rapper. "And what's with the creepy looks you keep shooting at Hong Ji Ah?"

Yoongi smirked as he overhead the last bit. "Talk about being obvious," he teased Namjoon, whose facial muscles pulled taut with embarrassment.

"I'm not doing anything of the sort!" he defended himself vehemently, trying to lower his voice as much as possible.

Taehyung had been observing both Ji Ah and their leader, an epiphany dawning on him. Their body language was on a similar wavelength; twitchy fingers, fluttering eyelids, anxious expressions. "You fought with her, didn't you?"

Namjoom groaned inwardly and Jungkook's eyes widened. "Fought?"

Jimin flicked the maknae's forehead. "I'm pretty sure Tae doesn't mean that kind of fight."

Jungkook smiled innocently while Namjoon leaned against the chair. The members were currently taking a break before resuming the last leg of the shooting, after which they would wrap up for the day. The leader's eyes flitted towards Ji Ah, who seemed determined to avoid meeting his gaze.

Yoongi's voice roused him. "So is Taehyung's guess correct? Did you fight?"

Namjoon didn't answer, a whirlpool of emotions churning in his gut. If his members could read him so easily, then there was no doubt that his troubled state of mind extended beyond the confines of his thoughts. But then again, they had lived together for seven years.

"I may have acted a little rashly," he began slowly as he turned to the older rapper.

Yoongi's expression remained inscrutable. "It's not rash if you can justify it."

"On the cost of someone else's feelings?" Namjoon knew how self-assertive Yoongi was and if anyone could understand his predicament, it was him.

A warmth crept into the rapper's eyes. "I guess it would depend on what drove their actions too. All I can say is, there is a difference between reason and impulse. But if it makes you question your integrity, then there's some food for thought."

Namjoon wasn't sure exactly what Yoongi was getting at but he nodded nevertheless. None of it changed the fact that he needed to speak to Ji Ah. Soon.

His chance arrived when the videographer, Cho Jae Chan, concluded the schedule for the day. His team dispersed, gathering the equipment and exiting the room as the members of Bangtan rose to leave too. Namjoon's eyes traced Ji Ah's movements as she prepared to slip out, her face resolutely facing the direction in which the door stood.