Learn To Live Again | Namkook

Chapter 3

"Do you want to drop your things off at the apartment and then go shopping? I would think you're going to need more things than just that considering you'll be staying with me for a while." I offer with a small smile as we sit at the café that's only a few minutes away from my apartment.

We're currently sitting in a corner of the café that my friend Taehyung works at. Our food arrived a few minutes ago and we've been sat in silence since I'd asked Namjoon about his age.

He simply looks over at me, raising an eyebrow in question. I keep my smile though, waiting for his answer as he finishes the bite of food he'd just taken.

"You really think Jin hyung is going to let me stay out of that hellhole for more than a week if I don't start 'showing signs of improvement'?" He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he looks back out the window that's next to us. I frown at his words.

"Hyung, nobody gets better or gets over something traumatic in a day. Nor does anyone just magically recover from anything that had a big impact on their lives in just a short week. Jin hyung knows that." I tell him, a small frown still on my lips as I look at him in confusion. He glances over at me before rolling his eyes again and looking back out the window.

"Namjoon hyung, you're not going back to the hospital. The only reason you would go back there would be if I, for whatever insane reason, can't handle you or give up on you. Neither one of those are at all likely. You're not going back." I say, my voice firm and certain as I speak. My words catch his attention as he looks over at me with a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"That's what everyone fucking says, kid. Even Jin hyung couldn't handle me and ended up giving up on me after two goddamn years. What makes you think you have any better of luck than him?" He scowls. I frown once again.

"Jin hyung didn't give up on you, hyung. The only reason he let you out of there was because he thought it'd be better for you. That you'd do better when you're not locked up in a sterile white depressing building like that. If he gave up on you, he would've released you and would've done it a lot sooner than this, and wouldn't have made you live with me." I explain gently, my head tilted to the side slightly.

"You act like you have any fucking clue what it's like to be holed up in a damn hospital for years." He scoffs, looking back out the window. I sigh, running a hand through my hair before taking a sip of the hot chocolate I'd ordered.

"Not first hand, but I know the affects it has on people." I breathe out as I look away to one of the paintings in the café. I feel him look back over at me for a minute before looking away again, staying silent this time.

Namjoon POV

After we finish up at the café, Jungkook takes us to his apartment. I'm kind of surprised at how nice it is, but don't question it as I enter the place and follow Jungkook to where my room is.

After dropping my duffle bag on the bed, he takes us back out and drives us off to a shopping center nearby. As we begin walking around, going in and out of shops, a cold chill spreads across my skin. It brings goosebumps to my skin, but I force myself to ignore the feeling.

As we wander around, Jungkook kindly buys me new clothes and a few other items that I find interesting. By the time we're done, we've ended up wasting a few hours and the younger boy beside me is carrying all of the bags with things he'd bought for me. Not a single thing for him.

It reminds me of the last time hyung and I went to a mall. Although, we both had tons of bags in both our hands and he wasn't in the most sober state in the world... We also ended up going out for ice cream afterwards as well, all the while he'd been telling me about the music he was working. He'd lost himself in booze and music ever since everything went to shit, but he really wanted to produce his own music.

"Hyung?!" Jungkook says loudly as he grabs my arm tightly, pulling me back hard enough to make me fall on my ass. Looking up at the younger boy in annoyance and anger, I glare darkly at him.

"What the fuck was that for?" I snap at him, not bothering to hide my anger. His eyes are wide though, an almost fearful look in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asks, actually sounding worried as he pulls me up off my ass from the sidewalk. I continue glaring at him though.

"What the hell do you mean, 'am I okay'?! You fucking flung me to the ground for no damn reason!" I shout angrily, using everything I have in me not to smack him right here and now.

"Hyung, you almost got fucking hit! I didn't mean for you to fall but you were literally seconds from being rundown by some asshole flying through the parking lot!" He argues, his eyes still wide as he looks up at me.

Any and all anger in me dissipates at that moment. As the words he'd just spoken sink in, all I can do is look at the younger boy blankly.

I was too lost in my thoughts to pay attention to the surrounding world. He only pulled me back to save me from being hit...

"Let's go." I mutter annoyedly as I grab his wrist and drag him across the parking lot to where I recall his car being parked.