"Namjoon-hyung, are you okay?"
I jump at my name, the hand not in my jacket pocket clenching the side of the chair seat.
Jungkook raises both eyebrows at me and addresses the whole table, "I was just saying your face is pretty red."
Taehyung adds, "Are you getting sick?"
Seokjin looks to me immediately. In concern, he asks, "What? Are you? Namjoon, you have to tell us if you are."
I make eye contact with him, and I rip my gaze to be anywhere but on him. "N-No, I'm fine. Just feel a little...strange..." ...about seeing one of my hyungs completely nude.
Thoughtfully, Seokjin hums. "We understand. Keep eating," he tells me before taking a bite of his own food.
I nibble on tiny bites, unable to face Seokjin again. The image of that polaroid is still engrained in my brain, and it's not going away anytime soon. I'm trying to, because that is his privacy I've invaded upon, but nothing seems to work.
After dinner, I offer to wash the dishes. They all stare at me in shock but shrug it off the next moment. I focus on scrubbing a plate, hoping I can distract myself with something. I drown everything else out. Or, at least I try to.
By the time I've finished all of the plates used tonight, and I'm nearly done, a sudden hand touches my side. "Namj-"
I jump, and that results in my dropping a glass cup that shatters in the sink. I whip around to see who it was, and I mumble an R rated word.
Seokjin, who had backed away at my action, puts his hands on his hips. "Yah, watch your language. You're lucky the kids aren't in here." Then, his gaze turns soft. "Namjoon, what's going on? You don't seem to be yourself."
I swallow. "I'm just...very, very stressed right now."
He nods and gives a smile. He steps closer, and I suddenly feel claustrophobic. He's still feet away from me. "Namjoon, I get it. You've been under a lot of pressure with the album. I wish you didn't have so much strain on your shoulders." He takes another step and gently holds my upper arm with his hand. "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask, okay?"
"Okay, hyung."
"Good." He drops his hand. "Now, how about we take a break and go out?"
"Go-Go out?"
"Yeah. Just us two."
"Uh..."
"And don't even think about saying, 'No.' " He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. "I won't allow it." He grabs my hand and pulls me, and I involuntarily arrives at my room. "Get changed. I'll see you in a few minutes." Without another word, he shuts my door for me and leaves.
Please, I beg of you, someone remove these dirty thoughts from my head.
* * * * *
"Jooooooooniiiiiieeeeee!"
Wheezing out a few laughs, I do my best to support the body leaning against me. Jin awkwardly shuffled as I half-drag him back home. After he had taken my to get some ice cream, I noticed that there was a bar around the corner, and he sensed my longing for some alcohol. Like, I desperately needed a few bottles at this point.
Now, we try to survive staggering back home to the other members. I have a few bottles and even more shots in me, but I can hold it back pretty well.
Jin, on the other hand...
"Joonie!" He clings to my arm and yanks, nearly taking me to the ground. Starting to whine, he pouts, looking up at me with sparkling eyes. "Joooooniiiieeee, pay attention to me!"
