Joonie || NamBTS

4) Another Mistake

When namjoon woke up, Taehyung was long gone. He felt sad but his face lit up when he saw the familiar purple sticky note on the nightstand.

         " Hey, cutie! Sorry, I gotta go.
        Bogum hyung is in Seoul so me
    and jiminie are gonna go catch up       
               with him and my other  
                   hwarang hyungs.
          Be Happy! Cheer up, dude! ;) "

He laughed a bit. Jimin? With hwarang hyungs? Interesting. Now that he thought about Jimin, he remembered how pale and skinny he was starting to look. Namjoon shook his head, deciding to talk about it with the latter afterwards and quickly changed into one of Tae's baggy pants and his own white tee. Well, no particular reason for wearing Tae's pants, he just simply thought they were comfy and tae surely wouldn't mind. Not to mention, namjoon was particularly fond of his scent.

It was still early evening and he needed to calm himself down because of his little breakdown earlier. Yoongi wouldn't be able to stay mad at him for long. He couldn't help giggling at the thought.

He went downstairs and saw jin in the kitchen. He decided to help the elder who was probably preparing dinner.

The elder male was swaying his hips from side to side while quietly humming to some song that was currently stuck in his head. He was stirring the soup that was for dinner while he waited for it to be cooked. As he was distracted, he didn't notice someone coming into the kitchen until a quiet and timid "hyung?" and a hand on his shoulder nearly startled him to death. Jin almost jumped and turned around while holding his hand over his heart to see namjoon standing there with a wide smile.

He was startled but sighed in relief to see it was just one of his boyfriends.

"Geez! Next time, please don't try approaching me like that. You nearly gave me a heart attack." Namjoon nodded quietly and smiled small and timidly. Jin was suddenly a bit alarmed. He himself was in the kitchen. Namjoon was with him. That meant that Namjoon also was in the kitchen. And Namjoon + kitchen = DANGER.

"Ehm... Joonie, baby, what are you doing here? In the kitchen? I mean, not that I wouldn't want you here but..." He trailed off, expecting Namjoon to understand his question without him having to complete it. Namjoon nodded and sadly looked to the ground.

"I understand that you wouldn't want my clumsy ass here in your kitchen but I just wanted to help you because you look tired, hyung, and... I need to take my mind off some things bothering me... But I can also go if you want.." His shoulders slumped and he turned on his heels to leave the kitchen. But Suddenly, Jin grabbed his wrist and prevented him from leaving. Namjoon shivered from the strong grip.

"Wait...baby, you can help me with...", he thought for a moment. "..with the vegetables. Can you chop them into stripes for me? Can you do that?", he asked slowly. Jin was happy that he had let his omega help him as he was rewarded with a wide dimpled grin. Ahhh...He loved all his boyfriends. They were sooooo cute! Well, expect yoongi. Just kidding. That minty was literally the cutest!

Everything was going fine. Namjoon had cut the Vegetables even though he did it wrong, (Stripes, joon! Not cubes!) Jin was grateful that nothing was wrong, yet. Though, the feeling was short lived.

Jin took the pot off the stove as he wanted to put it onto the table for dinner. Meanwhile, Namjoon wanted to put the knife and the cutting board into the sink but he didn't really look where he was going and before he knows it, he had already collided with the other male. The only noises were terrified screaming and loud banging and clattering of untensils. Then it was quiet. Jin and Namjoon both looked shocked as hell before the former man gazed down and saw that the pot with his soup was on the floor, empty, as the soup had spilled out of the pot. He was speechless for a moment before he started to screech.

"The fuck, Namjoon!? Are you crazy!? You klutz!"

Namjoon was startled by his hyung's sudden screaming. And then there was pain that he felt, in his heart and in his ankle. He had probably sprained his ankle because he was that clumsy. God, it throbbed like hell. He clutched his heart tightly as it became more and more to endure all the pain as jin kept screaming and scolding him. But he didn't say anything although he was in immense pain. He felt horrible because he ruined dinner. Jin had put so much effort on making the stew and yet he had to ruin it for everyone. He was a complete ass. And he felt horrible because it wasn't even intentional. He was just really clumsy.

"Ah... Jin, I'm so damn sorry! I-I didn't look where I was going." He looked at him with big apologetic puppy eyes. But Jin just massaged the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. This wasn't going to work today.

"Yeah, I see that you weren't looking, when do you ever do that?" The younger man felt hurt by these words. There was a pang in his chest that made him clutch on it even more harshly now. Sure, sometimes he was really clumsy but not always. No need to say such mean stuff.

"Jin, I'm really sorry, I promise I can make it up to you. How can I hel-"

"It's alpha to you," Jin replied coldly. "Do you know how long I've already stood in this kitchen to make this fucking soup? And you just come and destroy everything. And now just fucking go away because you're no help at all! Fucking useless"

Namjoon wanted to say something, anything, to express how sorry he was but he couldn't find the right words. His heart was hurting. His head was screaming and his ankle throbbing. He was in so much pain. Physically and emotionally. So he just limped his way out of the kitchen, feeling like total shit.

He went straight to the nest and cuddled the first pillow he found and cried into the soft material. The scent of his alphas filled in the room, calms him somewhat. He didn't feel like eating dinner. His appetite was lost.

"Fucking shit, joon!", he whisper yelled. He felt like he deserved getting hurt. Deserved getting called 'useless'. Because that's what he was. Useless. He made a mistake again. Another day, another mistake. He didn't want to know how much more it'll take for his boyfriends to go off on him completely if he kept causing such problems.

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