Secret Garden

Chapter 6

"He's a what now?" Hoseok asked, looking at the two like they'd grown extra heads.

"A stripper! We need your help getting Jungkook there without him becoming suspicious! Please help us, hyung!" Jimin whined, gripping the redhead's hands tightly and giving the biggest puppy eyes he could muster.

"Well... Alright. But I need proof first..."

"Done."

Needless to say, Hoseok was stunned. No, more than that; he was a little scared.

"Why is he so good?" He wondered aloud.

"Let's just say he's been working here for a while... So you'll help us now?" Jimin rushed out, looking hopeful.

"Yeah. A deal's a deal."

"Good. Now we should hurry and get out of here; if Yoongi-hyung finds out we dragged you here- well, let's just say you're coming down with us," Taehyung muttered, hopping off of the stool he'd just been occupying, before grabbing Hoseok by the arm and rushing out.

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"Joon!" Yoongi shouted, banging on said male's door. "Open the door, asshat! You can't hide in there forever! If you don't open up right now, i'll call Junkookie to bust this door down!"

The door creaked open a smidge, revealing a nervous-looking Namjoon.

"H-hey hyung," he began, opening the door a little more.

"We need to talk."

"Um... About what?" He stuttered, not meeting the other's eyes.

Yoongi fixed him with a glare, arms crossed. "Don't play stupid. Now let me in. I brought kal-guksu(Korean noodles), your favorite. We can eat while we talk."

Namjoon hesitated, before opening the door and reluctantly letting the elder in. His apartment was silent, save for the soft hum of the television. The whole place was always kept neat and tidy, except now there were takeout containers left on the coffee table, as well as a pile of blankets on his couch. Yoongi gave him a sharp look and pointed to the mess, instructing him to clean up. While Namjoon started picking things up, Yoongi got to making the noodles.

Searching through different cupboards, he managed to find the things he'd need to make the noodles. Yoongi placed one of the pots on the stove and turned it on, before filling the pot with anchovies and kelp stock. While he waited for it to heat up, he got to work on the noodles, plopping them into another pot with water to boil. Once the first pot began to boil, he added zucchini, carrots and shiitake mushrooms, then moving back to the noodles to drain them. He rinsed them with cold water and set them aside. Finally, he added clams and prawns to the first pot, and waited about two minutes for them to cook, then placed them into a bowl with the noodles, adding green onions afterwards.

Satisfied with the way the dish turned out, he moved back to the living room, where Namjoon was currently situated on the couch, and placed the two bowls on the coffee table.

"Thanks," Namjoon mumbled, grabbing a bowl and a pair of chopsticks, before leaning back, already shoving noodles into his mouth.

Yoongi hummed and blew at his own bowl, still steaming. It was silent between the two while they ate, neither really paying much attention to the TV.

"So," Yoongi began, startling the other. "You wanna tell me what's wrong?"

Namjoon slowly placed his, now empty, bowl back on the coffee table, clearing his throat awkwardly as he did so. "Well... It's not that big a deal..."

"Go on."

He cleared his throat again, shuffling to a more comfortable position. "It's just- Seokjin-hyung."

"What about him?" Yoongi pressed, eyebrow raised.

"Well... I mean, I think I- I think I like him," Namjoon stuttered, face blooming to a bright red.

"That's it?" The elder asked, flatly.

"What do you mean 'that's it'?"

"Is this seriously what you've been worrying about? Namjoon, he's head over heels for you. I can't believe you haven't noticed. Actually, I can't believe neither of you noticed how head over heels you are for each other!" Yoongi explained, standing up to place their bowls in the sink, Namjoon hurrying after him.

"What!"

"Yeah. Everyone's noticed but you two. You really need to talk to him."

Namjoon stood, jaw dropped and eyes wide. Was he really that obvious?

"Close your mouth; you'll get flies," Yoongi began, forcefully shutting the other's mouth. "I have to go now. Promise me you'll talk to him?"

"Y-yeah.."

"Good."

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"Jungkookie~!" Taehyung sang, wrapping his arms tightly around the other.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked up from his phone.

"Keep your Saturday free, okay?"

"Okay... Why?"

"You'll find out," Taehyung answered, a mischievous look in his eye.

With that, he turned and left, leaving a confused Jungkook. He turned out the coffee shop, skipping. He stopped when he found where Jimin had been waiting, grin on his face.

"Did you ask him?"

"Yep! I told him to keep his Saturday free. This is so exciting!"

Jimin grinned. "They'll never see it coming."