Trouble

Too Much

"So basically what you're telling me is that you fucked a porn star?", Yoongi asks, curiously lifting one eyebrow when Namjoon has finally stopped talking. He's spent at least the last thirty minutes or so telling his friend everything that had happened with Seokjin until now. Okay well almost everything. Namjoon might have skipped a couple of details here and there. Like Seokjin's small panic attack at the coffee shop. Actually, he skipped the part where they meet up again at the coffee shop and talk entirely. And maybe he also skipped the part about how awful and conflicted he feels about having forced Seokjin to do this. Okay, to be honest, Namjoon only told Yoongi about their conversation on Twitter and about the sex that resulted from it, even leaving out a couple details about the act itself. So, of course, the sex would be the one thing Yoongi takes from the story. Coming to him for advice had been a stupid idea in the first place.

"Basically", Namjoon mutters. He's taking a short look around himself to avoid looking at Yoongi. They are in some area of a club that is a little further away from the dance floor so they can just sit around, talk and maybe get drunk out of their mind. Neither of them really is a big fan of dancing either way. They left Hoseok somewhere on the dance floor though. Namjoon suspects that Yoongi is going to join him there at some point. When he's had enough to drink to forget that he usually doesn't like dancing. Well, Yoongi and Hoseok grinding onto each other can hardly be called dancing anymore.

"Pics or it didn't happen", Yoongi says dryly, without even really looking at Namjoon. He's focusing his full attention on the bottle that is between them on the table that is smeared with drawings and writings from customers. Somewhere underneath all of it, they signed their names onto the wood an eternity ago. Yoongi shakes the bottle a little and happily notices that there is still a little bit of alcohol left, just enough for approximately one shot. He drinks it straight out of the bottle before he puts it back on the table. Finally raising his head to look at Namjoon again and give him an expectant look.

"It's not really cool to take pictures of other people without their consent", Namjoon mutters, still avoiding to look at Yoongi. Instead, he throws a glance over his shoulder. To get to the bar he'll have to walk across the dance floor and he is already dreading it but he knows that he'll need some more alcohol sooner or later if he wants to drown out the voice in the back of his mind that keeps reminding him that he fucked up. And that there is absolutely nothing he can do to fix that. Yoongi exhales in a mix of a snort and a chuckle and Namjoon turns back around to look at his best friend.

"Big words coming from someone who just recently had no shame using some other guy's moans for a track. Oh, by the way, I downloaded it and saved it on my phone to show it to people because it's so hilarious. So, I guess I have a backup if you wanna upload it again."

"Delete it", Namjoon says. The words come out a little more forcefully than he had intended for them to sound. Yoongi stops what he is doing to just look at him for a moment. The kind of cold stare that he sometimes has when he is about to unleash all his rage on someone who did him wrong. Because how dare they disrespect Min Yoongi. But then the cold look softens a little and turns into curiosity.

"Don't tell me you actually like the guy", Yoongi mutters, a smirk appearing on his face when he sees Namjoon's reaction to his words. A small blush, head turning away again, looking down at the table almost guilty. "Oh damn, you're really screwed. I'd forget about that if I was you, he probably hates your guts."

"I know", Namjoon sighs. But actually, he doesn't know. Actually, he's very confused about what Seokjin feels for him. Or doesn't feel for him. It can't just be hate, right? Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but Namjoon feels like maybe it isn't even hate after all. Maybe it's because Namjoon keeps wishing for things he can't have and because Seokjin keeps granting him these wishes. Do you kiss someone you despise? Or did Seokjin also feel like Namjoon was forcing that kiss on him? Despite everything he did to make sure he wouldn't touch Seokjin without consent, even asking for verbal reaffirmation and everything. Could it be that in some twisted way he is still forcing Seokjin to go along with this? Maybe it would really be better if Namjoon kept away from Seokjin for good. But he can't help that his thoughts keep circling around the mystery that is Kim Seokjin. It's not only that Namjoon feels incredibly guilty about what happened, but he's also curious about the circumstances that lead to it escalating like that. There must have been a reason Seokjin had been so desperate to agree right away without even thinking about it. Namjoon thinks about the necklace, about the story he only heard halfway through. And then I met him... Something must have happened back then. Something that shouldn't concern Namjoon at all and yet somehow it does.