WHAT IS LOVE.

愛 24 愛

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"are you done yet?" a muffled voice came from the closet.

all attention went to the sound. however, namjoon remained covering his head with the pillow, under the blanket, still on the bed.

seokjin pointed at the talking object and began to stutter, "d-did that closet just s-speak?"

yoongi facepalmed at his stupidity, but he didn't open the door and come out. instead, he continued to talk, now that he knew everybody was listening.

"did you even listen? i said, are you done yet?" he rolled his eyes, which nobody saw, because of course, he was in a closet. jin was utterly confused by his words, and as well, the boy's attitude. nobody was able to see yoongi's expression on his face, but the way he toned his voice, you could hear annoyance in it.

"w-what do you mean by am i done yet?" jin focused on the closet. everybody was quite a distance away from yoongi, but, when he sighed, all who stood, or, laid in the room, could hear it. he made it loud and clear, to show how irritated he was.

"you've been yapping and yapping about how much you loved namjoon. telling everyone about his past, which you promised him that you wouldn't tell anyone. all we asked was, how were you a liar and untruthful. we didn't ask for the fucking story of your life."

seokjin didn't say a word afterwards. speechless, in some kind of way.

namjoon couldn't believe yoongi had just said that. for real? right in front of jin's face. not exactly in his face, but, you get the picture. this urged the boy to take out his phone once again, to text yoongi.

namjustkidding:
what are you doing!?

min.yoon.gi:
being a caring friend is all

namjustkidding:
caring, my neck!
i cant believe you just said that!
i'm-

min.yoon.gi:
be glad that i have the guts to say this shit

namjustkidding:
yoongi,,,
i could've told him myself.

min.yoon.gi:
i don't think that's possible lmao
remember how he was treating u in the gc?

namjustkidding:
well, yeah,,,
but,,,

min.yoon.gi:
oh yea
i should ask him why he was a complete asshole to u in there
hold on

namjustkidding:
YOONGI!

"one more thing, before i stay quiet again. hey, kim seokjin. if you wanna say nasty shit to your ex-boyfriend like that ever again, you'll be wishing you weren't fucking breathing."

jimin couldn't let that pass. the way yoongi said it, was way too harsh.

"he means, jin, that ... you shouldn't be mean to namjoon."

seokjin was so confused, he didn't know what the two of them were talking about. he just tilted his head, uncertain of what he was doing that was considered nasty shit, or mean to namjoon.

"w-what do you mean?"

yoongi banged his arm on the wall of the closet and shouted in anger.

"DON'T PLAY FUCKING DUMB RIGHT NOW SEOKJIN!"

"i-i really don't know what you're talking about ..."

"really seokjin? do you think we're that dumb?" hoseok scowled.

"what do you m-mean-"

"STOP ACTING LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON AND WHAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT! BECAUSE YOU DO KNOW WHAT IS UP!" yoongi shouted in frustration.

"h-huh?"

"what you said in the group chat, jin. before you left." jimin talked, calmly to him.

"i-i left the chat?" uncertain is what he sounded like.

chaeyung was outside the door, eavesdropping on what they were talking about. before she decided to walk past the door and leave their argument behind, a cheeky smirk formed on her face, and she walked down to the door to open it for the guests of namjoon's party, which jimin had invited.

namjoon was close to jumping out of the sheets and telling everybody to shut their mouths up. he hated arguments. he hated when there was somebody confused during them too. a sigh escaped from his trembling lips, and it got the attention of the four people in the room. the only thing he said to himself before sitting up from the bed was,

s c r e w i t .

"look, everybody calm down. let's talk this out like normal people instead of ripping everyone's heads off." he said calmly.

everybody but yoongi froze, seeing namjoon set his jaw into his hand, showing what seemed to be a face of annoyance, tiresome and disappointment. but it looked like he had been crying too, nobody realised that though.

"yoongi, come out." namjoon demanded, and out came the boy who was screaming at the top of his lungs at seokjin. at first the boy hesitated to step out, but he didn't want to stay in there any longer. seokjin didn't know what to do or say. he didn't even know the person's voice in the closet belonged to his friend, yoongi. he also didn't know that the person, who he thought was his friend, was actually somebody who he had been longing to see, for so long.

"n-n-nam-namjoon?"

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