Learn To Live Again | Namkook

Chapter 8

Namjoon POV

As someone I don't know yet approaches us, I can't lie and say I'm not surprised when they suddenly dump an entire tray of food over Jungkook's head. He gasps in surprise before sighing and lowering his head.

"Oh, sorry, weirdo. I didn't see you there." The girl stood behind him says with a smirk. Jungkook doesn't say anything at all, keeping his eyes on his now messy tray in front of him.

"Aww, does the cat got your tongue? Stupid idiot." The boy stood beside the girl laughs.

"Please just leave me alone." Jungkook says softly, not looking up. I just sit here silently, wondering what the hell is going on and why Jungkook isn't doing anything.

"Why the hell should we do that?" The guy asks coldly before yanking the back of his chair backwards and down to tip his chair.

In seconds, Jungkook hits the hard linoleum flooring as he winces in pain. My eyes widen, but I keep my mouth shut, still wondering what's going on and why.

"Aww, did the stupid little weirdo find a new friend? How fucked up is he, Jungkook? Huh? Is he just as messed up as your last little friend? Is he a freak like you?" The girl starts questioning in a snarky tone. What is she talking about?

"Shut the hell up! Leave them out of this." Jungkook groans, pulling himself up into a sitting position.

"Aww, still sensitive about that, weirdo? Why? You're the reason your last friend got all fucked up, right? What're you trying to do? Fuck this guy up too? Make him a freak show just like yourself? Or are you just using him? Huh? Are you using him as a replacement for your last fucked up buddy? Using him to make you feel less fucked up than you really are?" The boy challenges.

I merely sit there watching silently as Jungkook slowly pulls himself onto his feet, pinching the bridge of his nose. He mumbles something under his breath that none of us manage to catch with his eyes closed, taking a few deep breaths.

"Hyung, let's go." He finally speaks, opening his eyes but keeping his gaze on the floor. My mouth falls slightly agape in surprise, but slowly stand up out of my seat. It's only now as I'm standing that I realize everyone in the dining hall has their eyes on us once again, whispering and mumbling tons of things.

"Aww, leaving already, weirdo? What's wrong? Trying to get out of here because your other fucked up buddy isn't here to protect you?" The girl teases.

"Taehyung is not fucked up. Cut it out and leave us alone." Jungkook speaks quietly, his voice firm as he speaks.

"How cute. The little messed up idiot is trying to defend his 'friends'. You do realize none of them actually want anything to do with you right? They're only hanging around you because they feel bad that you're so messed up and they're planning on leaving you soon anyways." The girl speaks up again.

"Hyung, we're leaving. Let's go." Jungkook says once more, turning on his heel and beginning to walk away.

Silently, I follow behind him as he exits the dining hall. I don't say a single word at this point, as he walks into one of the boys bathrooms and going over to one of the sinks. I merely watch as he haphazardly washes the food out of his hair and wipes it off his clothes.

Once he finishes, he leads us back out of the bathrooms and out of the building altogether. The drive back to his apartment is silent and I can't help but wonder what they'd been talking about back there and wonder if he's actually okay.

Glancing over at him as he drives, he appears a bit paler than usual and his eyes a little emptier than I've ever seen them before. Did what they say really affect him that much? They just seemed like a couple of assholes trying to get on his nerves. He didn't really let all of that get to him, did he?

"Jungkook, what were they talking about back there? With you being messed along with your friends?" I ask, wanting to understand what the hell happened.

"Nothing, hyung." He says, his voice the coldest I'd ever heard it before. I frown at his answer.

"Jungkook, it's clearly something. Whatever they were talking about bothers you and they were constantly insisting that you're messed up along with all your friends. What did they mean?" I ask again.

He just remains silent, causing me to sigh. Clearly he's not going to give me an answer.

What the hell were they talking about though? And why does it affect him as much as it is right now? What happened to him that he's not telling me about? But most of all, why the fuck do I even care in the first place?

Jungkook POV

When we reach the apartment, we get out of the car and go inside. I remain silent the entire time, trying to keep myself entirely in check.

I don't bother saying anything to Namjoon as I go into my room and to my attached bathroom. I strip my clothes off and hop in the shower to finish rinsing my body and hair from all the shit that was tossed on me in the dining hall.

Once I feel somewhat clean again, I grab some clean clothes and get dressed. Pulling on some ripped skinny jeans and a black hoodie, I grab my keys once more and exit my room.

Going to Namjoon's room as I know that's where he'll be, I knock on the door. He opens it a few seconds later, looking down at me blankly though I don't bother looking up at him.

"I'm going to the park. You can join if you want, but I'm going either way." I inform him before walking away, not giving him a chance to answer me.