Learn To Live Again | Namkook

Chapter 10

Namjoon POV

"What exactly did you two argue over this morning?" Taehyung asks with a small frown. I roll my eyes, looking away.

"Nothing, I don't want to talk about it." I mutter quietly as I look off to the side.

"Namjoon, answer the question. It could affect the state that Jungkook is in right now which could be a problem. He may seem calm and happy and collected all the time, but he's a lot more sensitive than he tends to let on. What the hell did you two argue over?" He snaps, sounding genuinely worried. It causes me to grow worried myself but I force myself to shake it off.

"We didn't really argue. I slipped up and said something about someone I don't want to talk about and he made a comment about it and I told him to essentially fuck off." I vaguely explain.

"Namjoon, that's not good enough. What did you say and what was it about?" He urges. I groan, not wanting to talk about this at all.

"Look, I made a comment about someone I was close to who passed away a couple years ago. We were just talking about what kind of writing I like to do when I accidentally made that question. He made a comment saying how he thought that person wouldn't mind stuff or how I could do something different that was similar to it. I essentially blew up, disliking the fact that he spoke about that person as if he actually knew him." I explain a bit better this time, running a hand through my hair.

"Namjoon, what did you tell him when you blew up?" He pushes, causing me to groan.

"For fucks sake, man. I told him he had no idea what the hell he was talking about and that he had no right to say anything of what he'd said. I told him that he didn't know the person I'd accidentally mentioned and that he definitely doesn't know me. Are you fucking happy?" I snap, glaring over at the younger boy.

However, as I watch him groan, he pulls his phone out. I frown in confusion as I watch him dial a number and press the device to his ear.

"Hyung? Yeah, there's a small problem. Namjoon hyung kinda snapped at Kookie this morning... Yeah, pretty much. Also that he didn't know him at all... Yep, okay. Thanks, hyung." He speaks into the phone before hanging up and sighing.

"What was that all about?" I ask with a frown, wondering what the hells going on.

"Look, I understand that you've lost a close friend and that it was super hard on you. And I know you probably feel like nobody could possibly understand how you feel and know the pain of what it's like to lose someone close to you the way you did. But if there's one single person on this planet that could ever understand and relate, it's Jungkook." He speaks, running a hand through his hair. I roll my eyes.

"Look, I've been told it before and you can tell me that a million fucking times, but I'm not gonna believe that. He and I are nothing alike. It's pretty damn obvious that he's never lost a single fucking person close to him his entire life and that his parents probably give him everything he asks for. Otherwise there's no way in hell he'd be able to afford this apartment or be able to pay for this plus college. So don't fucking tell me he has any fucking clue how I feel." I say coldly, looking away from him.

I hear him sigh, but I don't bother looking over at him. I'm sick and fucking tired of being told he has any idea what I'm going through.

"Hyung... Has Kookie not told you anything about him or his past?" He asks softly.

"Nothing other than you, some guy named Hoseok, and Jin hyung are his best friends and that he's in his second year of college for photography." I answer, my voice still cold.

"Hyung,... Kookie's parents never gave him a single thing. They wouldn't even do anything to celebrate his birthday. So, if you truly think his parents are paying for his college and this apartment, they're the last people who would ever consider such a thing and you're dead wrong.

"Whatever perfect little picture or image you have of Jungkook and his life, you have completely wrong. He probably has a better chance of knowing things about you without you telling him things, than you could ever have of guessing anything about his life." Taehyung's voice is solemn as he speaks and it causes me to look over at him.

I'm beyond surprised to hear any of this. His parents... they never celebrated his birthday? Not even once? Taehyung looks over at me with the most serious look on his face I've ever seen, but he then looks back away at the coffee table in front of us.

"Jungkookie doesn't talk about himself a lot. About his family, the things he's going through, and especially his thoughts and feelings. He's the sweetest person you could ever meet though, the best person you could ask to come into your life.

"He's the person who would understand anything and everything you're going through. He'd always try his best to help you in any situation you're stuck in, and is always there for anyone whenever they need a shoulder to lean on. He's the one person that you could go to for just about anything and he'd be there for you, he'd drop everything if someone needed him.

"Don't be so quick to judge a book by its cover though, hyung. He may wear the brightest smile you've seen, and he may appear happy all the time. Hell, I can understand why you would think he's got this made up perfect life. He's a lot more sensitive than what he lets on though. You really shouldn't take him for granted, hyung. His life isn't all that it appears to be. There's a lot more cracks and pains in his life than what he lets on."

"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!"

Hyung, what have I done? Did I mess up? If I did, just how badly did I mess up?