Fan [NamKook]

15

"Hey, Jimin-ssi.. I have those documents you wa- Jimin-ssi?"

Taehyung barged into his partner's office, as he often did, only to find it empty. The younger found it strange that his friend wasn't glued in his usual spot. Once on a case, Jimin basically lived in his office. He slept there, ate there, etc. He'd always been serious about his work.

Something important must've come up for him to leave like that.

Taehyung slipped his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his notifications to see if his friend left him anything. When he saw none he decided to call the man instead. Jimin answered almost immediately demanding that Taehyung meet him somewhere.

"You're talking too fast. Meet you where?"

"I'll just text it to you. I don't have time to-"

The other end of the line suddenly cut. Taehyung felt a wave of anxiety and worry. The phone went straight to voicemail when he tried to call back.

~

"Stop, Namjoon."

"Shouldn't you use honorifics, dongsaeng?"

"I mean it. This isn't a joke. You're pissing me off." Baekhyun scoffed.

The younger had brought Namjoon's lunch to him only to have the older man pick through it and throw pieces of it around the room, to which the maknae had to keep sweeping up.

"This is childish. I feel like the hyung, honestly." He said gripping the broom tightly, wanting so badly to beat Namjoon with it.

The rapper smirked. "Faster. Oppa-ssi doesn't like a dirty room." He said.

Baekhyun glared at him with murder written in his eyes. "And stop calling him that. He doesn't like it." The maknae replied sweeping up the chunks of food more vigorously now.

"You think I give a shit what he doesn't like?? I don't like being here. I don't like being kissed and fucked by another man, but you two couldn't care less right?"

Baekhyun turned to face the older man running a hand through his blonde hair. "Do you really hate it? Because the noises you make say otherwise." He smiled.

Namjoon felt his body go warm and he wrinkled his eyebrows. "Don't fuck with me. Since you don't like me calling your boyfriend cute names, how about Daddy then?" Namjoon said. He grinned at the clear jealousy that had spread across the other's face at hearing the name.

"Don't you fucking dare.." The blonde warned.

Loud clattering and thudding could be heard and Namjoon only guessed that the psychopath was here now. His heart beat wildly in his chest. Baekhyun finished picking off the rest of the food that was displayed on the floor. He eyed Namjoon's expression. It made him inwardly smirk at how nervous the rapper got whenever Jungkook showed up. He always talked shit whenever said man wasn't around though.

The door swung open with another person crashing through. Jungkook appeared in the doorway staring down at the figure with cold eyes. Baekhyun frowned at the figure in confusion. "Jungkook, what are yo-" He started. The black haired man leaned down snatching the bag off of the intruder's head. Namjoon flinched looking at the captive with wide eyes.

Jungkook stepped over the sedated man handing his belongings to his friend who stared at him in horror. Baekhyun searched through the man's wallet. A loud curse echoed throughout the room. "W... What.. Jungkook- The fuck? Are you mad?!" The blonde spat at his unconcerned friend. Namjoon's gaze went from the captive to Jungkook. The maknae had already been looking back at him.