It's My Job ×NamJin×

#31

Namjoon ~

The plan was to fall asleep and figure out what the fuck to do in the morning.

Only I couldn't even get a good minute of sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes, Jin popped up. Wether it was him smiling at me, him kissing me, or him crying and yelling at me. I couldn't take it. It'd been a full hour and a half since I'd climbed into bed and yet, not even a daydream about sleeping passed by me.

I decided to get up and get a glass of water. Maybe I was dehydrated and that's why I couldn't sleep.

Or maybe I was just an asshole who's conscious finally caught up to.

Either way, I was thirsty, so I jogged down the stairs and slumped into the kitchen.

It was like I was hungover, only I was sober. Like my body was punishing itself for it's dumb actions. If I could, I'd punch myself in the face.

I reached into the cupboard and pulled out a cup, walked over to the fridge and filled it up to the brim with water. In my mind, dehydration was the cause of tonight's insomnia, so I needed all of the water I could get.

I chugged it all down and went back to the fridge for another, when I heard a rustle from the glass, screen doors. I flipped around and left my cup on the island, and reached under the sink. I pulled out the fire extinguisher and got ready, aiming it at the screen doors. I did my best to sneakily tiptoe to the wall next to the doors, and peeked around the wall.

I heard another rustle. Those fucking raccoons! I've read articles on those dumb snapchat stories about raccoons being able to open people's screen doors. I was not about to let a raccoon into my house. A prostitute? Maybe, but a raccoon? That was way worse.

I tightened my grip on the handles and hose, getting ready. I heard the rustling intensify, but I couldn't get another good look without being in it's way. I was no scaredy cat, but a raccoon is different than an intruder. They've got rabies and shit.

I finally heard the doors slide open and fired the extinguisher, pulling the pin off of it and squeezing the handle, spraying everything onto whatever just walked into my house.

I went on for more than a minute before I opened my eyes and came back to reality.

"Stop!" Someone yelled, "Fucking stop! What the fuck is wrong with you!" I stopped the pressure applied to the handle and stared.

I had mistaken Seokjin for a raccoon.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He yelled as he wiped the foam off of his face. "Ugh, does this stain?" He pulled at his shirt, looking at the foam all over his clothes.

"I, uh, don't know."

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes, "What the fuck was that for?!"

"I thought you were a raccoon!"

"Do I look like a fucking raccoon to you, Namjoon ?!"

"Well, I know raccoons can open door and-"

"I am not a fucking raccoon, Namjoon! I came in this way because I forgot my keys!"

"I know that but I heard rustling and-"

"Can a raccoon do this?!" He yelled as he snatched the extinguisher from my hands and aimed it at me. Before I knew what happened, I was covered in foam from the extinguisher. Flames burned in Jin's eyes. Those flames held a couple sparks of sadness within them. "Huh, Namjoon?!"

"Well," I wiped the foam off of my face, careful not to swallow it, "They do have opposable thumbs, I think, so I think they technically could if they wan-"

I was cut off by another line of foam in my face, "That was rhetorical!"

"Stop spraying me!"

"Then stop hurting my feelings!"

"Seokjin, stop!"

"You stop!"

"Stop what?! I'm not spraying you!"

"Oh," he stopped spraying me for a second, just long enough for me to catch my breath. But I was hit with more foam in the face, "Well I'm still mad!"

He sprayed until we both heard Gahyeon from the stairs. "What the fuck is going on?!" She yelled from the stairs.

Jin didn't stop spraying until the extinguisher was out of foam. Nothing spewed out anymore, much to Jin's disappointment and my liking.

Gahyeon's eyes jumped between the both of us. "Y'all had a party without me?!"

Jin snapped out of it and pointed at me, "Namjoon sprayed me first!" He put down the extinguisher and wiped more foam off his face, as it had speckled onto him from his time spraying me in revenge and foam.

"I thought he was a raccoon!"

"How the actual fuck does he even look similar to a raccoon, Joon?!"

"I heard rustling and thought it was a raccoon! So I hid behind the wall and I couldn't get a good view any more so I just sprayed as soon as the door opened.

"Ugh!" Jin groaned and marched off.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!," I called after him, he turned back around to face me quickly, almost expectedly. "Careful not to drip on the carpet!"

He groaned again, "Ugh! Is that really all you care about?!" Tears welled up in his eyes, "Your fucking carpet?!" He sighed, "Oh, my bad," his voice cracked, "I forgot you only care about yourself." He jogged up the stairs past Gahyeon and made sure to rub foam onto the walls.

Gahyeon just stared at me, "Is hurting his feelings just a hobby of yours, Joon?"

"I didn't mean to spray him-!"

"It doesn't matter!" She cut me off and slowly walked down the stairs and closer to me. "Do you realize what you did wrong just now?"

I shook my head, "Mistake Seokjin for a rac-"

"No, you Chicken McDumbass!" She kept cutting me off again, "You didn't even apologize for spraying him with foam!"

"Well," I rubbed the back of my neck, "He started spraying me-"

"Doesn't matter!" She rubbed her temples, "I'm a lot younger than you and yet, I've got my shit together more than you do." She sighed, "You made his boyfriend break up with him and followed it up later by spraying him with foam and ruining his clothes! And you don't even say sorry?!" She scoffed, "No wonder he sprayed you back."

"You know what?!" I'd had enough of her lecturing me. "You need to stop acting like you don't make mistakes, too, Gahyeon. Remeber seventh grade? Your mistake was those highlights."

"Yeah, and I learned my lesson! You said you wouldn't bring up seventh grade anymore!"

"Well, I just did." I flicked her forehead at the end of my sentence.

"At least I own up to my mistakes, Namjoon!" She wiped the foam off of her forehead, "Now apologize to him!"

"No!" I was tired, and planned on apologizing to him tomorrow, once I was clean and fed.

"Namjoon, own up to what you've do-!"

"You know what?!" This time I cut her off, "Maybe if you stopped acting like you're so much better than everyone else, you'd have friends your own age!"

"Maybe it'd be easier for me if I didn't look up to a fuzzy maraca as an older brother!"

"You look up to me?" I answered quietly.

"Oh, kiss my ass times two, you baby-dick backyardigan," she answered, arms crossed and turned around. She walked up the stairs and away from me.

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