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[65]

[65]
 
[Jin]

"What kind of advice?" I asked with an unsure tone to my voice.

Last time I ended up helping someone with some advice, I almost went to jail for being an accomplice to a drug deal. A shiver went up and down my spine at the thought of being in a cold, prison cell with people trying to butt-fuck me left and right.

"Friendship advice." He informed, looking down at the drink in his hands.

I nodded, my mouth making a big 'O' shape, "Go ahead, I'm all ears."

He held the beer bottle in his hands tightly, the condensation that was around it making his hands wet, "It's about Taehyung."

My eyebrows furrowed, "Taehyung?"

He nodded and just sighed with his eyes closed.

"Go on." I reassured as I continued to look at him with calm eyes, Taehyung's presence in this intriguing me.

"My father found the cure for the white plague so long ago. Decades even. And I've been helping him since the beginning."

Wait, decades? Namjoon can't be a day over 25, but I decided to let him continue.

"And to find the cure.. I've had to do plenty of things. Awful things." He looked up from his hands into my eyes when he said "awful" which surprised me. Diving deep into him, I saw a depth that was almost unbelievable. I took a sharp intake of breath at the amount of knowledge and guilt in his eyes which shocked me.

"Awful things that make me think twice about living in this world. Even though I was influenced by many factors, that doesn't change the fact that my actions were carried through."

"What actions are you talking about?" I said in a low tone, not forgetting that we're in a public place with people around.

His jaw clenched and I could see myself in his glossy eyes, "I've killed.. people before."

My eyes widened and I almost threw up all over the counter, "Oh my god."
 
His face tensed up, knowing that this information has changed my outlook on him, "Please, let me explain before you—"

"I'm gonna get butt-fucked." As the realization came to me, a burning feeling began to slide up my throat and I gagged.

"J-Jin..?"

My right hand slapped over my mouth and I knew that if I moved from this spot, my stomach bile would be all over the bar and everyone in it. His eyes filled with worry since he was smart enough to get a clue as to what was happening, "Y-You.. Are you o—AHHH FUCK!"
  
I couldn't keep down my inner liquids and as a result, they splattered all over Namjoon's face and clothes. What a misleading sentence. I know I should've been embarrassed of my actions but two words passed through my mind: butt and fuck.

My insides were being poured onto this man, this man that I didn't even know. But this man is willing to DRAG ME TO FUCKING PRISON WITH HIM!? Oh, hell no. At least take me to goddamn dinner first.
  
[forty-five minutes later]

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed that information on you.." muttered Namjoon with a small voice as he took off his jacket slowly. At any other time, I would've taken my pants off and jumped on him but I just scoffed.
 
"You should be! Why the hell would you tell a stranger that you've killed someone before!" I yelled as loud and fast as I could into the empty bar as I pulled my apron off from over my head, grabbing it and Joon's jacket and throwing it into the back room where I'll deal with them later.
 
After I puked, Namjoon and I evacuated all of the people who thought our suffering was amusing and closed the shop for the day. So now, we're sitting alone in my bar, smooth jazz playing in the background and the cool air conditioning blowing through.

Namjoon had a hurt expression on his face, "We're strangers?"

I flinched at my insensitivity and sighed in defeat, "No.. but.. never mind."

A small smile appeared on Namjoon's face and I could tell it was because I repealed my words, which made him four times cuter. Only four though.

His eyes twinkled brightly and a deep dimple was on both sides of his face.

Five times cuter.
    
After about thirty seconds of silence that I couldn't stand, I decided to speak up, the bar started to smell of my stomach acids, "So continue with your story."

Namjoon's eyes furrowed in confusion as his arms rested on the counter comfortably, "What? I thought you didn't want to hear it.."
 
I shrugged, my hand supporting my cheek lazily, my lips puckering out, "Once your words are out of your mouth, they can't go back in, so go ahead."

I used my hand to gesture for him to go on with his story, which he nodded respectfully in response to, "Well, it's scientifically proven that the a, b, and o blood types that were implemented into society had positive as well as negative ramifications. For example, consider the economical perspective and how much—"

"Fuck, Joon, in Korean!" I rolled my eyes and banged my hand on the counter in frustration, his smart words making my head spin.
  
He nodded timidly but continued with averted eyes as he thought about how to explain the situation to me, "umm.. well.. to help the world get better from sickness, I had to make sacrifices."
 
Looking at his face, I could see that every feature was laced with a thick layer of guilt. His eyes looked as if they were about to burst into tears, even if they were looking into mine. His eyebrows were furrowed so deeply that the emotion went beyond confusion, it was straight up culpability.
  
"Those sacrifices were pushed to the back of my mind every single day, but as I get older and time catches up with me, it's all just coming back to me and-and haunting me—"

I grabbed his chin roughly and turned his face towards me. A surprised look replaced the guilt in his eyes as they peered into mine curiously, "Wh-What?"

"Look at me when you talk." I said with a stern voice, his timidity irritating me.

[author's notes]

First meme yaoimomma has ever made. Be amazed. Lol.

This is a prime example of when army's take everything and just turn it into something completely irrelevant😂😂

I ship taekook too though🤤

But that's for another book and another time;)

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