𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 [DISCONTINUED]

chapter fourty seven

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Four years later

Namjoon fluttered his eyes open.

He slowly sat up from the bed, groaning in pain from his stupid back like he's old. He stretched out and slick his hair back, turning his head to see the person he works with. He slowly moved to the edge of the bed, letting his legs hang down.

The male in front of him gave the drink, having a smile across his face when he signed something.
"(Good morning)."

Namjoon saw and just smiled at him. "Hey, Jeongguk. How come you got my drink? Where's my assistant?"

"(I wanted to see you)." He signed. "(I told her that I'll do it instead)."

Namjoon scoffed, taking a quickly drink, grabbing his medication on the nightstand and putting in his mouth, taking another quick drink. He gulped down and looked at Jeongguk's worried expression. The older knitted his brows.

"(How's your back? How long did you sleep?)" Jeongguk signed, having his brows curled.

"It hurts when I wake up and..only got an hour of sleep." The older sighed, grabbing the bed to push himself up from sitting, having shaky hands and a hiss of pain from his back.

Namjoon learned sign language for Jeongguk's sake. To this day, the boy is still scared to talk since his tongue is non existent. He tried to talk to Yoongi one day but his pronunciation was horrible, like he had a very bad lisp. So, Yoongi and Namjoon learned sign language to communicate with him.

When Namjoon got up from the bed, Jeongguk softly grabbed the older's arm to let him gain his balance from being a bit woozy from being woken up. The older looked at him and softly removed his arm form being helped.

"I'm okay. Thanks though."

Jeongguk sighed sadly, lifting his hands back up. "(You need to take your medicine on time)."

"The medicine doesn't help. It sucks." Namjoon crossed his arms, looking at him. "And you know I naturally hate taking medicine."

Jeongguk knitted his brows. "(You need still take your medicine)."

"Yeah, yeah." He fanned at him, walking over to his closet and twisting open the doorknob to get in.

Namjoon walked into his closet with the younger following behind, widening his eyes at the view. The older's closet looked like a whole room but only with accessories and clothing that are all mixed together.

Oh. Almost forgot. Namjoon is a successful business man, became a chairman and went to college to get himself to be successful. He owned a famous restaurant that everyone loves in Korea, having good help from Yoongi and sometimes Jeongguk.

Yoongi was the assistant, helping out from the other restaurants in Korea, traveling to see how the business his doing. Namjoon was always stuck in his office, almost living there and passing out on his desk sometimes. His life seems..depressing.

At this time, Namjoon was casually looking through his clothes as Jeongguk nervously fiddled with his fingers. He fluttered his eyes and looked at the older, biting his bottom lip because he felt afraid to speak up.

Jeongguk made a click sound to get the older's attention. Namjoon took off his night shirt and turned his head to look at the boy, slipping on his shirt that goes under his tux.

"Yeah?"

"(I have a confession to make)." Jeongguk signed nervously.

"What happened?" Namjoon knitted his brows.

"(Jimin showed up)."

The older fluttered his eyes, buttoning up his shirt. "He did? Wh..What did you do?"

"(I've said something but he didn't understand. He doesn't know sign language)."

"He doesn't know about what happened to you." Namjoon sadly sighed, grabbing his pants and slipping them on, grabbing a belt too. "You could've wrote something down to him."

"(He yelled at me from suddenly disappearing on him for three years, which I didn't. He disappeared on me)." He signed slow, having a frown across his face. He looked like he was about to tear up.

"What else did he do?" He grabbed his tie, putting it around his neck.

"(He)." Jeongguk bit the inside of his cheek, thinking. "(He pushed me a bit from his anger and left)."

"I'll get Yoongi-Hyung to talk to him, alright? He should know what happened." He walked over to the mirror and started to tie his tie up.

Jeongguk made another click sound, more louder. Namjoon glanced over at him. "(Yoongi-Hyung shouldn't tell him. I should)."

"But you can't." Namjoon looked back the mirror. "You'll have to write a whole paragraph to him on paper. Are you up to do that?"

"Mhm!" Jeongguk huffed, crossing his arms.

He got his tie all fixed, grabbing his coat and slipping it on. "Your hand with get tired and start hurting, you know."

Jeongguk scoffed. "(School ruined me. My hand won't hurt)."

The older chuckled, buttoning the bottom buttons. "Okay." He walked over to his drawer and opened it, showing his rich self easily.

Jeongguk made another click sound.

Namjoon looked up at the boy. "What?"

"(You've changed)."

He knitted his brows. "What do you mean by that?"

"(You've been in pain for two years, you've been negative and emotional since he left)."

Namjoon stared at him. He fluttered his eyes down and grabbed his watch to put it on. "Please leave."

Jeongguk made a clicking sound.

"I said go, Jeongguk." Namjoon voice went deep, more in a stern way.

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