bossy - knj x ksj

seven

as hoseok, yoongi, and jimin went out to the car, they realized it was only a five seat car and someone would have to sit on another person's lap.

namjoon was sitting on seokjin's lap in the front seat, yoongi taking seokjin's empty seat. as for jimin, he chose to sit on yoongi's lap.

namjoon cried himself to sleep as seokjin tried to comfort the taller boy. when namjoon takes big problems into little space he creates an unbreakable wall that seokjin is still trying to break. big namjoon's demons talk to joonie, and it gets too overwhelming.

this time it was the beauty of the two new boys, comparing himself to them.

thinking he wasn't good enough because he didn't have pretty blond hair like jimin, or perfect pale skin like yoongi. he wished he was shorter, that he was small enough for seokjin to carry comfortably. he feared seokjin would take interest to the 'prettier' boys and forget about him. yet he couldn't vocalize what he was feeling. when they got home, namjoon locked himself in his office/studio.

it had been days since seokjin had talked to namjoon, the latter had only left to grab more coffee and use the bathroom. he survived off a box of granola bars he found buried under all his papers.

he started smoking again, like he did when the gang found him. everyone in the house could smell it, the pungent smell of marlboro reds constantly lingering in the air. namjoon was depressed, but that wasn't new, what was new is the way he was coping.

instead of going into little space and caring for himself, like taking hot baths and listening to his favorite music, the man hadn't showered in days, maybe even weeks. he knew it was gross, but why shower when you can't even find a reason to breathe, a reason to live?

everyone was worried, seokjin and hoseok the most. hoseok knew how bad namjoon could get, the man had accidentally starved himself because of lack of motivation to eat. who knew if the man was sleeping? the pair finally decided to pick the lock to the studio.

and there namjoon was, curled up in his swivel-chair asleep, a half eaten granola bar on the desk in front of him. it was really a sight to see, greasy hair and stained clothes, large bags under his eyes. seokjin's heart aches for his boy. said man picked up namjoon bridal style and carried him to seokjin's room.

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