Sober | myg.

27 : Not Alone

"I'm not ready."
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The time for supper was growing nearer.
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"This is devious."
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Namjoon sat down the large plate of cubes steak in the middle of the table as Brooke continued to pace the kitchen, staring down at her phone. He looked up with slightly raised brows. "Everything okay?"
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The girl gnawed at a hangnail on her thumb. "He's almost here..." She pressed her fingertips to her lips when feeling a belch rise into her throat. "Shit— is there a doggy bag?"
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"Brooke," Namjoon drew, grinning widely while gripping onto her shoulders to stop the pacing. "Take a breath. It'll be fine. If he has a problem, I'll make damn sure he doesn't take it out on you."
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The girl looked up to Namjoon. She managed to put in contacts today, the lack of glasses seeming to make her appear smaller and more vulnerable as opposed to her usual strong and blunt normal self.
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His expression was soft before speaking gently. "Do you trust me?"
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Brooke pushed Namjoon away with a grunt before folding her arms, going back to pacing. "No. Hell, we just met this morning."
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"Well, you have a point," Namjoon sighed, resting his hands on the back of one of the dining chairs. In a way, he sort of pitied Brooke for the situation. Then again, she was the one to call.
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The silence was interrupted when there was a sudden, rhythmic knock on the door, causing them both to jump. Brooke more-so than Namjoon, "Oh Lord— he's here, what do I do? Fuck, I wasn't expecting it to be this soon, the potatoes still gotta be mashed—"
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"Brooke, Brooke," Namjoon spoke in a hushed voice, almost a whisper. "You got this."
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The girl let out a deep exhale, pulling down the hem of her fitted top. "...Okay. ...Okay, just... take a seat, I'll get him." This was one time Brooke dreaded opening her door to meet face to face with Yoongi.
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When opening the door, Yoongi wore his usual attire, the one different from his usual sweatshirt and cap. It was an oversized blue and black flannel that seemed to match his now fading hair. He leaned in, wrapping an arm casually around her waist and pressing a lazy kiss to the top of her head. He brushed by, craning his neck around.
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"Ah, smells nice," he looked over his shoulder with a cute, barely there smile. "Made meat?"
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Ever since the night of the small dispute, Yoongi never apologized. However, he wasn't one to hold grudges. They just woke up the next morning and went on with their lives. Still, in the back of his mind, he thought about it.
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Just like Brooke did.
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She could begin feeling sweat soak in her palms, following quickly after him as he neared to the small kitchen. Nearing toward Namjoon.
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