Ganster's Squad

Chapter 8: Communication is the key.

The Bangtan arrived at their house who played a triple role, hideout, house and office. It was big enough for all seven of them to live together without bumping into one another. Of course, Namjoon's room was the furthest from the rest. Mostly because if he would wake up in the middle of the night screaming his lungs out in panic or fear, the others wouldn't hear him. Though they all had their secrets, his and Jungkook's were the ones who were the best kept.

Namjoon laid awake in his bed staring at the ceiling, replaying in his mind the events from the bar. He was impressed that she was able to keep herself from killing a useless person, yet, she was over the edge and he felt it. It was a flirt with the dark side he knew too well. The blank expression, the black eyes, were a reminder that a person can switch to psycho real fast. If the other girl wouldn't have come to stop her, she would've taken someone's head off without regrets. She wasn't aware of her surrounding, even though her eyes were staring into space, he saw her eyes moving through the room too quickly for others to see it. She was looking for a specific target. Namjoon tried to put himself into her place. If someone did as much as bump into one of his brothers, he would literally chew his head off. That was not only loyalty, that was family, and for family, you would give your own life.

He needed a drink, something strong to keep him away from his head at least for tonight. Seeing her in action, brought memories he didn't want to deal with. Dressed in his pj's, he dragged his bare feet on the cold marble floor until he reached the living room where the bottles were. He took a step back when he saw Yoongi slumped in the couch. He shook his head and poured himself a glass of whiskey and sat next to his friend.

"Couldn't sleep either?" Yoongi asked, taking a sip of the golden liquid that was in his glass.

"Nope."

"Too many things have happened today."

"Is there a reason you are looking at me so suspiciously?" Asked Namjoon arching his brow.

Yoongi shrugged taking his eyes away from Namjoon. "Neah. I guess I have demons that needs to get drunk too."

"I don't have demons." Even though it was a lie, he tried to hide it. For some unknown reason, nobody could lie to Yoongi. The man had a build in lie detector.

"Yeah. No demons just a personal hell." mumbled Yoongi under his breath.

Having a conversation with Yoongi about hell and demons, made Namjoon's head spin. He didn't want to lie, but he wasn't ready to share his own personal hell either.

"I'm not going to press the matter Namjoon, but I will say this. If you want to talk to me, about anything, my door is always open. You know I never judge."

Namjoon felt the honesty behind Yoongi's words, he really meant what he said. Still, it was hard for him to try to push away the persona he created out of necessity. He swore to himself he will never feel hopeless and weak again. "I know brother."

"Changing the subject, what's your feeling about Phoenix?" Namjoon stared at Yoongi trying to decipher what he actually meant. "I wasn't asking romantically because I know you won't answer. I was asking professionally."

Namjoon released a breath he was holding without even knowing, making Yoongi smile like he just caught him off guard. "Well, given the fact that we only know the leader and by the way she acted tonight, I would say she isn't really good in the head."

Yoongi barked out a laugh. "Yeah, cause we are the pillar of emotional stability."

This statement made Namjoon smile. Yoongi was taken aback by his reaction, trying hard not to show his surprise. Namjoon rarely smiled. So, talking about the mental health of a specific girl made him smile. It was obvious for Yoongi that Namjoon has just found his soft spot. It wasn't a bad idea to fall in love, the problem was with whom he fell in love with.