namjoon decided to take a breather, sitting on the roof of the building.
he brought a chair with him, sitting down on it as he just looks at the night sky.
he closed his eyes, exhaling quietly.
he wished these situations can go away and just have a normal life.
"hey."
namjoon opened his eyes.
he quickly got up from the chair and turned around.
"jimin?"
the boy softly smiles.
namjoon quickly ran up to him and put his arms around him. "o-oh my god, you're okay. thank god."
jimin couldn't help to hug back.
"i'm glad to see you."
"are you hurt? how's your arm? did that kid do anything to you?"
"joon-hyung." jimin moved his hands off of him. "i'm okay. nothing bad has happened to me."
"do you even know who he is, jimin?"
"i know."
namjoon knitted his brows. "what?"
jimin just chuckled, moving the older's arms off again. "i already knew who he is."
"then why—"
"i'm just here to talk."
"i-i don't under..." namjoon knitted his brows.
then the older looked around on his neck, moving his collar a bit.
"what are you doing?" jimin raised a brow.
"were you drugged?"
"joon-hyung—"
"did any needles go in you? what type of liquid did you drink?"
"you're talking nonsense." jimin crossed his arms.
"i'm serious jimin."
"and i am serious too. i want to talk."
"about what?"
"about jeongguk."
"no." namjoon turned around and walked over to his chair.
"he wants to help you—"
"no. he wants to kill me. he doesn't want to do anything else but murder me."
"it's not true. he wants to talk to you and let him understand you. i promised him that he'll be able to talk to you. so please, accept it."
"or what? he'll kill you?"
"i wish you were joking." jimin mumbled.
namjoon just stared at him.
