hellish / namjin

episode eleven

Seokjin wanted to leave. He wanted to go up into the confines of Namjoon's room and play video games.

They had two different families over, each with at least one teenager that went to their school. The parents were the worst part, though. They were homophobic as fuck so Seokjin couldn't sit in Namjoon's lap like he would've liked to, or touch him in any way that would strike up suspicion.

They were currently in the living room, squished into the tiny couch as the adults got their own Accent Chairs that looked way more comfortable than their old couch. "Namjoon! How has school been? Mina has been telling me how good of a student you are,"

Oh yeah. Forgot to mention, it was Mina's family and a guy named Yoongi's family. Yoongi and Seokjin got along quit well, but...

"Oh, school has been fine. All up until this little beast transferred here. But, then again, it was boring before he came. Mina has been paying much more attention in class, thanks to you," Namjoon said stoically, subconsciously leaning into the touch of Seokjin's shoulder against his. "Ah, that's nice. Tell me, are you two dating yet?"

Namjoon spit out his tea onto the floor, coughing while his eyes watered. "W-what?" Mina's mom, Daeun, rolled her eyes. "You guys would be the perfect couple! Good-looking, top of your class, nice family. You both practically have it all!" Namjoon laughed humorlessly, glancing over at Mina and finding that she was staring lovingly at him.

"We-well, I don't really have time to d-da-date. I've never really... thought about dating Mina, since I don't really have any feelings for her," Seokjin and Namjoon could hear Yoongi laughing quietly from beside them, hurriedly stopping himself when everything went silent. "Well, maybe you should get betrothed. That way both of our families could prosper," Seokjin's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. Namjoon was his, he couldn't just simply watch as he went off with someone else.

"No, no! I'd rather focus on my studies. I have to get into a good college to get a good job and then I'll think about my love life." Namjoon protested, smiling nervously. "But it would be perfect! I bet the whole town would just cheer for you guys. You'd be so popular!" Seokjin grimaced. He wasn't going to take this any longer.

"Okay, Mrs. Han, you should respect his opinion. If he doesn't want to, he doesn't have to. You should learn to take 'no' for an answer." Seokjin grabbed Namjoon's hand, glaring at the rude woman to the right of them. "Hmph. Who are you to tell me what to do? You're only a child," she crossed her arms over her chest and steered her head away like a child. Seokjin suppressed a growl. "I'm only suggesting, gosh. No need to come at me like that," Seokjin raised his one hand in a surrendering manner, showing that he knew he had 'lost'.

"Everyone! It's dinner time! I made kimbap!" Hwayoung, Namjoon's mother shouted from the joint kitchen and dining room. Namjoon and Yoongi immediately stood up, pulling an irritated Seokjin along with them. Namjoon peeked at Seokjin from over his shoulder before pulling him into the bathroom and locking the door.

"Na-Namjoon? 'The hell are you doing?" Namjoon sighed wearily. "Seokjin, you can't just say things like that to adults. You just have to live with it." Seokjin narrowed his eyes. "But Namjoon, I couldn't just stand back and watch her degrade you to that... heathen. She doesn't deserve you, and you don't deserve someone as judgy as her," Seokjin pouted, back against the hard door. "Still, you can't do that. Try not to act up for the rest of the night, 'kay? Otherwise, I might just actually take Mrs. Han up on her offer," Namjoon smirked as he pushed Seokjin away from the door, opening it and stepping outside. He caught the succubus's wrist in his palm, dragging him out with him.

"Sorry we took so long! I just needed to ask Seokjin for some help with a problem," Yoongi snickered with a hand over his mouth, causing confusion to arouse inside of Seokjin as they sat down.

"What's so funny?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. Yoongi sneered up at Namjoon, finding his cheeks a little pink. "Nothing," he chimed as he dug into his food.