BCF: Wish Upon A Star (Namjin)

The Whole Gang Is Here: 호석

"WILL YOU STOP?" Yoongi demanded.

Hoseok blinked. "Stop what, Kitten?"

"Staring at me like that. And calling me that."

"I'm not staring at you like anything," he replied. "You don't like Kitten? You didn't like Meow Meow either."

Yoongi rubbed his knuckles as if they were still stained with blood. "Yes you are. Like you're waiting for me to talk about it. . . And stop with the cat stuff!"

"I don't mean to," he said. "Though I would appreciate it if you did. It has been a couple weeks."

Yoongi didn't respond. He only looked annoyed.

Hoseok took their moment of silence to regard the hospital room. He studied the peeling of the dried paint on the wall. His eyes then fell on all the medical equipment, though not for long, as concentrating on the heart monitor made him anxious. Then his gaze finally landed on a comatose Jungkook, resting silently and safely.

"It was a good thing that fake doctor went to Taehyung first. Or else—"

"Don't," Yoongi cut him off sharply. "Just don't."

Hoseok then regarded his boyfriend again. "You can talk to me, you know."

Yoongi continued to avert his gaze, rubbing his fingers in between each other. "There's nothing I want to talk to you about."

Hoseok did his best to ignore the sting of those words. "I understand you're hurting. And that you were scared."

That seemed to set him off. "Hoseok, you want to be of any help to me right now? Shut up."

Geongmin's had entered mid-sentence and looked appalled. "Do my ears deceive me or did you really just tell Hoseok-oppa to shut up?"

"I liked you better when you refused to speak to me," Yoongi snapped back at her.

Just as Hoseok was about to make an attempt to dilute the situation, Namjoon beat him to it. "Hey, no need to be hostile towards each other." Behind him followed Jin, Jimin, and Taehyung. "Good, the whole gang is here."

"How are you feeling, Taehyung?" Hoseok asked, still trying to overcome the awkward tension between them two.

Taehyung gave him a thin smile, looking almost like he appreciated the question, but was disappointed that the person who asked was not the one he wanted to hear from. "I'm doing better. Thanks, hyung. The doctors said I should be discharged by as early as tomorrow." He then looked over at Yoongi, who stubbornly refused to look at anything other than his skull ring.

Jin pulled up a chair by Jungkook's bedside and settled down in his seat.

Namjoon folded his arms. "Are you all listening now?"

Hoseok finally took in his appearance. Namjoon was no longer in his usual graphic t-shirt, high water jeans, and black converse. He wasn't even wearing his favorite jean jacket. Instead, he wore gray sweatpants and an army green oversized sweater. He rocked on the heels of his brown grandpa sandals as he took a brief moment to lift his white baseball cap up in order to push his hair back before capping it again.

If Hoseok didn't know any better, he'd never feel any type of concern from this sudden wardrobe change, but he did know better. He knew this was Namjoon's way of dealing with stress. He always took pride in his sense of style. But whenever he was overextending himself, his wardrobe would be the first to be neglected. Some people sacrifice their sleep to get more important things done. Namjoon sacrificed his joy in fashion. So, naturally, his mood changed with his outfits. He no longer looked confident in himself.

"I can't believe we've been severely attacked more than once," Jimin noted.

Namjoon nodded in agreement. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Couldn't do it over group text?" Yoongi asked.

Geongmin glared at him with the power of a sharp venomous blade. "Oppa. Do us all a favor. Shut the hell up. Shut. Up. Once you're back home, you can bitch all you want. For now, for five minutes—Shut. Up."

Yoongi remained quiet.

Hoseok wondered if Yoongi ever talked to her the way he talked to him. Perhaps, he thought, I should be wondering if she ever let him get the chance.

Namjoon decided to ignore the dialogue that just took place. "After further investigation, they found that the man's name was Oh Taeyeon. Part of a mafia gang that he refuses to say."

"But what does he want with us?" Jimin wondered aloud.

On cue, Jin pulled out a small piece of paper. "Yvette wrote this before she died." He paused for a moment, as if the paper held the fate to his life. Then he read it:

Jin,
During my time as a prostitute, I've gotten into some trouble with a local mafia gang member and now he has a vendetta out for Yoona. Don't visit me anymore. Keep her safe.

Upon hearing that, Hoseok felt his heart sink. He read the room. Everyone seemed to be just as terrified as he felt.

Hoseok cleared his throat. "But he's arrested now. He's locked away."

Jin still did not look reassured. "There's more of them out there."

Namjoon, of all people, jumped to an optimistic conclusion. "The police are doing everything they can. And I think with the way things are going, we will get justice."

Jimin glanced at Jungkook and pursed his lips together. "This could hinder our career. Putting ourselves out there. Going public—doing concerts and touring. We might as well stamp our location on those gangster's foreheads."

"Not if the police find them first," Min said.

There was another pause. And then, as if everyone shared one thought, found their eyes land on Jin. He was staring at Jungkook, as if he was expecting a response.

He took Jungkook's hand in his and held onto it like a priceless piece of gold. Perhaps he felt everyone's stare because he then spoke. "Namjoon, remember when told me you donated your kidney and I asked if you were initially afraid?"

Namjoon blinked as if Jin had just spoken a foreign language. "I suppose so."

Jin studied Jungkook's fingers. "You told me you were. But not for yourself. You were afraid  that it would reject my body and that'd you'd lose me forever."

"I did?" Namjoon asked.

Jin seemed too deep in thought to acknowledge his lack of remembrance. "But you still took the chance because you knew if you didn't, you had already decided my inevitable fate. And you would have certainly lost me forever." He looked at him as if he was the only person in the room. "We can live in fear and never achieve our dream. Or we can put ourselves out there and remain cautious. I won't let anything keep me away from my dream. I want others to hear us, Namjoon."

Namjoon seemed to understand this. He nodded. "I trust you."

From then on it was decided. They would continue their dream despite the risk. Nobody was going to stop them.

How y'all liking BE? It's pretty chill to me. Nothing monumental, but good for study music and bringing in the feels. I dig it. Telepathy was my favorite! Loved the retro funk! Guys I will be turning an adult on the 23rd! And to think that I started the first fanfiction when I was 14! 4 years continuing this series! How time flies!