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Loud laughter erupted from the maknaes of the group as they ran around happily, their busy chatter filling the room and drowning out the rest of the mundane sounds surrounding them.
The oldest of the group, Seokjin, had been trying to eat in peace as he conversed with Hoseok. Eventually, he rolls his eyes and the two end up joining in on the childish play to keep the young ones entertained. Grappling and simple dares were thrown about.
Even lying on the sofa with headphones covering his ears as he focused on gathering inspiration to create a new melody was Yoongi, an amused ghost of a smile dancing about on his lips as he occasionally glanced at his members fool around.
But in the very corner of the living room was a certain male with faint chestnut-colored hair, his teeth gritting every couple of seconds as a new shout or yell sounded.
While one hand was raked through his hair in a tangled manner, the other clutched a pencil that dragged across his personal notebook aggressively, frequently losing its place on the paper whenever the table he sat on shook as the boys jostled each other carelessly.
"Guys, quiet down just a bit." He manages to get out, but his words fall upon unhearing ears.
Namjoon was exhausted and he knew how hard his members worked but he couldn't help but feel frustrated that they were still able to squeeze in some time to play around while he had to work and plan.
Packed schedules, speeches, prepared questions and answers, meetings, unfinished song lyrics-
He needed to get it all down but like a broken record on repeat, waves of pain would radiate in what felt like his entire skull before reducing to a dull throb.
Everyone was screaming in laughter, the floor was shaking from all the running and wrestling, the rackets of the furniture being pushed around were practically piercing his ears and he couldn't seem to focus because...
because—
"JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!" Namjoon roars vehemently, eyes blazing with a rage that could no longer be held back as his palms slam against the table roughly. So rough, in fact, that the glass that had been resting next to him nearly falls off the table and shatters at the brutal jolt.
And the instant long-drawn hush that follows is of widened eyes, utter bewilderment, and a mixture of concern and fear.
Each member, taken aback and frozen in place as they gaped at Namjoon's enraged expression, didn't even have to turn to each other to know they were thinking the exact same thing.
They'd never seen Namjoon so uncollected and furious before.
It was... terrifying, to say the least.
But before anyone can open their lips to get a single word out, to ask what was wrong and to try to understand the situation, to apologize, for god's sake—
Namjoon was already halfway down the hall, the thunderous slam of his bedroom door reverberating and leaving them in penitent stillness.
