Learn To Live Again | Namkook

Chapter 7

Jungkook POV

It's been a week now since Namjoon hyung came to live with me. Thankfully, people have been staying away from us at school and we've hung out with Tae quite a bit as well.

Tae's also helped me out by keeping Namjoon hyung company whenever I have to work. They hang out in the small café I work at that's a couple blocks away from where Tae works while I'm working, and I think Tae has actually helped Namjoon come out of his shell a little bit. A little bit.

As I'm grabbing my jacket to leave with Namjoon to school, I feel my phone buzz in my back pocket. Frowning to myself, I pull it out to see a message from Tae.

Taehyungie: Hey Kookie. I'm not gonna be able to go to classes today. I'm kinda sick and Hobi isn't letting me go :/ Could you pick up my work for me as well please?

Jungkookie: Awww, I'm sorry to hear that hyung :( And at least Hobi hyung is taking care of you! With his help, you'll be better in no time! Of course I'll get your work for you!

Sighing to myself, I immediately feel myself grow anxious. He's been the main reason why nobody's come up to Namjoon and I at school...

Shaking the thoughts from my head, I slip my jacket on and head out to the main room where Namjoon is already waiting for me. I give him a smile before motioning for us to leave.

"So have you thought at all about any classes or a major you might wanna take, hyung?" I ask curiously as I drive towards the campus. He shrugs as he continues looking out the window.

"I don't really know what kind of major I'd be able to do or what I'd be interested in when I only really enjoy writing, to be honest." He answers, not looking over at me. I nod my head, thinking to myself if there's anything that he could major in that focuses on writing.

"Umm... Well, what kind of writing do you enjoy? Writing stories? Poems? Songs?" I ask, trying to get a feel for what exactly it is he's interested in.

"I could never do songs. That was always hyungs thing..." He says softly, causing me to glance over at him. Just by the tone of his voice and the expression on his face, I know he's talking about someone he's lost. Possibly even the person who's death has affected him so much to cause him to be here now.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind you continuing that work for him if that's what you're interested in, Namjoon hyung. But if you're not comfortable with that, you could always write poems. Those tend to be starting points and similar to songs occasionally." I suggest gently, placing my hand over his thats rested in his lap.

I can only hope I'm not pushing the boundaries by saying and doing these things. However, as he rips his hand away from me and turns his body even further from me, I know I've done exactly that.

"Shut the fuck up! You have no idea what you're talking about and you have no right to say any of that shit! You don't fucking know him and you sure as hell don't fucking know a damned thing about me!" He snaps angrily.

I sigh, placing my hand back on the wheel with my other one as I continue driving to school. The rest of the way there is silent and it's excruciatingly painful for me.

Hyung, I really wish you were here right now. It's a lot harder without you than I could've imagined, and even worse with someone taking up the space that you always used to fill.

You always promised that you'd never leave me, and yet you did. You were always the person telling me everything would be okay, and it was always easier to believe when it came from you rather than myself. I just seem to keep messing things up now without you. Hyung, I promise I understand your reasons for leaving me, but why couldn't you have stayed just a little longer?

Namjoon POV

As we finally arrive at the parking lot on campus, I'm still silently fuming. I know it's my fault for having let such words slip like I did, but he has no right to say a damned thing about hyung like that.

Talking as if he knew me and as if he knew hyung. He knows nothing. He's just a stupid kid getting himself way into shit he has no business trying to deal with.

I don't care if Jin hyung said he knows my kind of pain. He knows nothing. He's nothing like me. I doubt he ever even lost a single damned person in his entire life. His parents probably gave him everything he has nowadays.

Due to being so lost in angered thoughts, I hardly notice us walking through the halls. Hardly notice all of the stares and all of the whispering going on around us.

The morning passes by quietly, and by his second class I realize that Taehyung isn't here. I don't bother questioning it though. Sitting in his classes with him, I can tell Jungkook is struggling to pay attention to a single word his lecture professors are saying, but I can't bring myself to care. I'm still beyond pissed.

Eventually, we finish with his morning classes and we head to one of the dining halls here on campus as we usually would. I follow him around in annoyance, grabbing a couple things to eat as I know he'll scold me otherwise before we find a table to sit down.

"Listen, hyung, I'm sorry-" He starts, but I cut him off. I'm still not in any mood to hear a damned thing he has to say.

"Just shut the fuck up, Jungkook. I don't want to hear it." I snap coldly. He sighs, running a shaky hand through his hair but nods nonetheless.

Suddenly, someone approaches us from behind Jungkook. But what happens next, was something I wouldn't have suspected in the slightest.