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[137]

[137]

[Namjoon]

2 months later..

I stood outside of the bar where I had usually found my comfort, a blank expression on my face.

Two months ago on that somber night, the letter from the TA had completely destroyed my life and even worse: my reputation. I can't even enter the TA without having someone escort me out and I have no access to the files that contain Taehyung's information. I'm completely done for. I don't know why my feet took me to this place, but the serene aura that illuminated the building had the ability to make a small weight lift off of my chest.

I turned on my heel, getting ready to leave the establishment but I jolted backwards once I saw Jin smiling happily in front of me, "Hiya!"

I didn't respond but he didn't seem to care, the smile not faltering.

"I haven't seen you in a while," he linked his arm with mine and we began to drag me toward the building, "Why haven't you visited me? I've been pretty lonely,"

Once we approached the door, he unhooked our arms so he could get the key from his back pocket and unlock it. My eyes were glued to his body that had moved so fluently in unlocking the door.

He wore a pink sweatshirt with light blue denim pants that flooded his ankles. A typical outfit for Kim Seokjin.

The door swung open and Jin skipped around the large, open space as he hummed a simple tune, "You still haven't answered my question~!"

He headed toward the back and after a few seconds, the whole bar was lit up by the somber lights. I closed the door behind me while Jin slipped the apron off of the hook that it always hung on if it wasn't around his waist.

"What do you mean?" The hoarseness and scratchiness of my voice scared me. I've kept my talking and interactions with others to a minimum, my voice not evident in my life for the past three to four weeks, "You're the one who told me to leave,"

Jin's movements stopped from behind the bar and his eyes slowly met mine, "What?"

"You're the one who told me to get out, Jin, you don't remember?" I replied with a somewhat agitated tone as I took a seat at the familiar bar.

Jin blinked a few times as he began to reminisce on the lonely night two months ago, "Oh, that?"

A small smile formed on his cheeks and he began flipping some switches behind the bar, lights behind him beginning to flash and the TV's around us starting to show some sort of athletic competition going on, "I only said that because if you were going to drink anymore beer that night, you definitely would've become some sort of alcoholic,"

I couldn't say anything in response. Even now, I can't really keep my compulsive drinking under control.

"But despite everything, how's everything going for you? You've been good these past two months?"

I was silent for a few seconds while I comprehended whether I should actually tell him or not.

"Namjoon?" He inquired with a worried expression from my long silence.

"I got fired," I mumbled - a little surprised that my mind had so subconsciously found its choice just with a smile from Jin, "they decided that I was too useless without Taehyung and they let me go,"

I didn't dare look up at Jin's disappointed face but my lips began to ramble on and on.

"I'm nothing now without Taehyung, he's the only reason why I ever lived so now that I lost him, I.."

Jin slid a glass of water towards me, making my pained eyes look into his. The disappointed look that I was expected to see was not to be found. He was just standing behind the bar with a small smile, "Drink. You sound like you've never even had a drop of water before."

His voice had a reassuring tone and I nodded, picking up the drink and pulling it to my lips. After one large gulp of the cool, refreshing water, I set the drink back down. Jin was looking at me expectantly, waiting patiently for me to continue my story.
 
"That's.. that's it."

Jin sighed and crossed his arms, "Well, losing your job isn't a good thing, but that doesn't mean your life is over."
 
An unsettling feeling in my heart began to well up. This man in front of me was attempting to change what I believed in, my values. My life has always been about work and the hybrid so Jin telling me that my life isn't over, didn't make any sense.

"You are Namjoon. You were Namjoon before you even found out that Taehyung was the AB hybrid whatever the fuck it is."
  
Namjoon. I am Namjoon. But why?

"You're Kim Namjoon, the man who enjoys himself by spending his days with me, the worldwide handsome bartender who listens to all problems," Jin pushed a few strands out of his eyes, flowers seeming to appear around him because of the amount of beauty his face held. He laughed at his own arrogance until it died down into a smile, "You know, although you may think that you're useless, you help me enjoy my life a bit more,"

He reached over the bar to pat me on the shoulder, the warmth traveling from his hand through the cloth of my shirt, "And I'm grateful for that,"
 
"I really wish I didn't have to work today, then maybe we could've gotten some ice cream or something,"
 
Right after those words left his mouth, the ring of the bell sounded through the empty bar, signaling that someone had entered.

Jin's eyes averted from me to the figure behind me but I had to turn my body in order to see the person.

It was Min Yoongi. He was wearing all black and had a hand rubbing the back of his neck in a shy, embarrassed manner.

"Hey, Jin, I wanted to come and apologize for what happen— Namjoon?"

Jin snorted from the bar but Min Yoongi and I continued to stare at each other.

"It's okay, I'll forgive you if you do me a favor,"

"What?" Mumbled Yoongi in a somewhat irritating voice, his laziness protruding from his aura and stance.

"Watch the shop for me while I go on a date with Namjoon,"

My neck snapped towards the beautiful man behind me but his eyes were locked onto Yoongi who was still standing in front of the door.
 
"Fine, but can I—"
 
"Don't drink any of my alcohol,"

Yoongi sighed in defeat and groaned while nodding, "Okay whatever,"