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"Get the fuck out," with a tipsy look, Namjoon's eyes connected with Jin's which burned into the others' ruthlessly.

Namjoon scoffed in an unbelievable tone, "What?"

Jin crossed his arms in a stubborn manner, his aura not fading as the music around them was blaring. Namjoon had been basically living in the bar with Jin for the past month, only going home for about two hours each day just to come back. And when Namjoon was at the bar, all his did was attempt to drink all of his problems away.

"I just told you to get out. Get out of my bar." Jin seethed, knowing that if he allowed his friend to drink anymore, he would probably get some sort of alcohol poisoning. Jin also knew that unless he was stern, this friend of his wouldn't leave. However, Namjoon didn't see it that way. With Taehyung missing for a whole month, he was essentially useless to the TA and that's how he read this situation. Namjoon was just freeloading off of this guy. He was useless. He didn't want to do that to someone who was so kind to him during his worst times.

Namjoon quietly stood and left the only place he felt comfortable, swimming through the sea of bodies that were squirming and shoving to attempt to sit in the seat Namjoon was previously residing on. It was a Friday and they're the busiest days for the bar, people struggling to breath because of the lack of space.

Jin didn't expect Namjoon to give in so easily and in such a calm manner, but he didn't know the surface of Namjoon's eerie thoughts.

Once Namjoon took a step outside of the bar, he could feel the cold air prickling against his skin like small needles. Every little puncture he felt in his skin reminded him of the pain of his uselessness. Every phlegmatic step with his dragging feet made him realize his lack of importance not just to the TA but to the world.

It seemed as if everything was going against Namjoon, and the pressure from Taehyung's disappearance was permanently placing rocks of anxiousness into the deepest pits of his stomach.

The bar was fifteen minutes from his house, but the walk in the chilly night made the time drawl into hours for the aimless scientist. His thoughts were continuously being encroached on by the man who blatantly shared his last name.

Kim Taehyung.

The pictures of his dna samples that he had engraved into the cells of his brain. The way the molecules so elegantly split down the middle. The allele combination that seemed to be solely unique to him.

Everything was perfect.

Taehyung was everything.

Namjoon didn't have a clue as to why Taehyung's genes were so perfect, it was something that kept him up all night. He had contemplated over that one question for two decades.

After the hours it seemed to take to get to his estate, he arrive to the familiar street where his abode was located. As he approached his house, he saw Rosé sitting on the porch, a small vape on his hands as she blew out a puff of smoke. Even though she saw Namjoon coming, she didn't react or even try to hide the vape. The strawberry flavor that tingled her throat was far more important. She pulled the small device from her lips once Namjoon was close enough to hear her, "You staying more than an hour this time? Or you gonna go drink your life away again?"

Namjoon didn't feel the need to respond to her, sitting down on the porch next to her with his hands placed lazily in his lap. Rosé put the small device back into her mouth, breathing in the fumes while she looked at the man next to her. After that breath, she pulled the vape to the side Namjoon was on, blowing out the puff of strawberry smoke before speaking, "You wanna try?"
  
Namjoon eyed the small, rectangular electronic, before cutting his eyes at Rosé, his oldest companion, "No,"

Rosé scoffed at his blatant refusal, "Why not? It won't kill you,"

Namjoon then rolled his eyes, knowing that nothing could ever actually kill him, "There's no research to back that up."

She stared at him with a blank look since she knew she couldn't get him to try it. Ever.

"Pussy," she said, sucking on the device once again, blowing the warm air into the crisp one that surrounded them. 

"Hey, don't forget I'm your boss,"

"Don't forget your father put me in charge of you,"

Namjoon went quiet, knowing that he had no choice but to allow her to do what she pleases since she's been the boss of him ever since his father died. He had no idea of the relationship between his father and Rosé but she was important enough to put her in his will, telling her to keep me in check.
 
"Hell of a role model," I whispered under my breath but she heard, doing nothing but chuckling softly.

"Trust me, Joon, I'm the only bitch in the fuckin world who'll be able to deal with your disgusting personality,"

Namjoon didn't disagree with that, his self esteem being the lowest it's ever been in his entire life.

"Oh and you got a letter from the TA," Rosé mumbled incoherently with the device behind held in her mouth while she dug into the pocket of her jacket. Namjoon didn't have a clue as to what she said but with her fumbling, he stayed quiet while waiting for her to pull something from her darned pocket.

Finally, snatching the crumbled letter from the rapacious cloth, she tossed it on the floor in front of Namjoon, "Heu Heu, catch,"

Namjoon took a long, calm breath before picking up the paper. He ripped apart the envelope that covered the important information, bringing the piece of paper close to his face as he silently read.

Kim Namjoon,

You are now dismissed from the TA due to the absence of the hybrid. Your things will be sent to your address. Thank you for your service as well as your father's.

-the Type Association
 
[author's notes]

How many of you guys looked up if water could expire?