namjoon
there is no such thing as a perfect friendship.
theres our doubts, and our insecurities and some may care more than others. we all may not feel the same way about someones opinions and that could piss people off, a lot of people off. but thats not our problem.
no, what our problem is though, is keeping us together as a whole. thats been our problem for the last year or so.
i decided to sit us all down in my living room that i shared with hoseok. hoseok was already in a bad mood from our argument about rent earlier which i apologized for but his ass that likes to hold grudges stopped talking to me for the rest of the day.
i looked over at him and as i expected, he was chewing on his nails while he avoided eye contact. everyone sat around the table with pity party written all over their foreheads.
"i don't know what the hell has gotten into all of you but you all need to suck it up." i eyed over to hoseok. "including you who seems to hate me all of sudden for pointing out that you haven't been helping me with rent for the past month." he looked up at me but kept his mouth shut.
i scoffed, "you all seem to be in a pit of shit all the time and seem to hate each other and i'm not gonna let that happen. we need each other. and i want you all to go around and tell us all what has been going through your mind and why you're being the way you are."
it was quiet for a second before hoseok opened his mouth. speaking quietly he said, "i got fired, namjoon. i was too embarrassed to tell you because i knew if i told you that you might tell me its my fault which it is but, i don't wanna hear that right now..."
"i tried to do something to someone but i got rejected..." yoongi looked over to jimin who was speaking and rolled his eyes. "and it hurt my feelings because i had thought that he wanted something with me but it seemed that he was just leading me on."
taehyung kept tapping his fingers and jungkook noticed. i saw him drape his hand over his and give it a gentle squeeze.
"my therapist has been a fucking joke to me and she told me that she couldn't help me anymore because i was too mentally ill." taehyung said.
"im just, not keeping up with dance and i feel like ive lost my balanced and my focus and it sucks." jungkook said.
"ive been feeling like everybody kinda forgot about me..." jins voice spoke so soft but so loud as everyone turned their heads to look at him. "and i feel like im just the dad of the group and im supposed to be looking over you all like a parent but, thats not who i am or what i want to be. im your friend to all of you, i shouldn't be taken advantage of and i dont want to be the one person you all ask for things from."
i gulped and cleared my throat, "i just want us to stick together as a whole. i cant live without you guys. and taehyung, we'll get you a new therapist thatll take good care of you, okay?" he nodded in reply and i stood up.
taehyung had quickly walked into the bathroom followed by jungkook who looked worried but i sat down next to hoseok who still seemed to be silent.
"are you still hating me?" i asked.
"no. but i dont like being yelled at. at least for things i cant help." i grinned softly at him.
"i didnt mean to yell at you earlier but i felt like you just didnt care to pay rent. you shouldve told me about your job situation so that we couldve avoided the whole argument." i said.
"i was just gonna wait until i got a new job so i could surprise you with money." hoseok seemed so down about this whole situation and i thought there was one thing i knew he loved and would possibly boost his mood.
"lets go get some bulgogi." he chuckled while smiling the bright smile he always had on before following after my footsteps.
