A drunken Namjoon, now even angrier than before, sat on his sofa staring at his ringing phone. It had been ringing off the hook for ten minutes now.
Hoseok had been calling him over and over. The phone would ring, voicemail would pick up, Hoseok would hang up and then immediately call again.
Two more calls later, and Namjoon was about to answer it, out of pure frustration. But then the phone abruptly silenced. Namjoon looked at it, surprised.
Suddenly, there was unrelenting pounding on his front door. His head snapped to the side to look at the door, his brow furrowed.
"Namjoon! Open the door!"
'Hobi?'
"Open the door, Joon! I know you're in there!"
Namjoon stood up on unsteady legs. He was still mad at Hoseok, but something was obviously wrong. Even in his anger, he was still concerned for his best friend's well-being. He made his way to the door.
"Hobi?"
"Joon! Open the door! Now!"
Namjoon pulled the door open. "What – "
"C'mon," Hoseok said, pulling on Namjoon's arm. He began to lead Namjoon away from his apartment with no further explanation.
"Wait! Wait!" Namjoon pulled his arm out of Hoseok's grasp. "What is going on?"
"It's Yoongi!"
"Yoongi?"
"No time to explain! Yoongi's in trouble!"
"Trouble? What happened?"
"Just c'mon!"
Hoseok practically ran down the stairs. Namjoon tried to follow just as quickly, his heart pounding at the thought of Yoongi in peril, but he couldn't steady himself. He stopped at the top of the stairs, swaying on his feet.
Once he'd made it to the bottom of the stairs, Hoseok realized Namjoon wasn't behind him. "Joon! C'mon!"
"I-I...I can't."
Hoseok stared at him. "Are-Are you drunk?"
Namjoon didn't reply. He simply stood there.
"Goddamn it, Joon!" Hoseok shouted in frustration as he climbed the stairs two at a time. Once he'd reached Namjoon, he slung his friend's arm over his shoulders and began to help him down the stairs. When they finally reached the bottom, Hoseok held out a hand. "Give me your keys."
"What's happening?"
"Give me your keys!"
"No!" Namjoon suddenly roared. "Tell me what the fuck is going on!"
"Yoongi is with Kim Seokjin!" Hoseok shouted. "Give me the damn keys!"
Namjoon's eyes widened. "S-Seokjin?"
"KEYS!"
Namjoon jumped, then thrust his hand into his pocket. He pulled his keys out and hurriedly handed them to Hoseok.
Hoseok immediately turned around and started sprinting to Namjoon's car. Namjoon followed suit. He stumbled a bit, but finally reached his friend.
"Get in!"
Namjoon obeyed. Hoseok started the car, then peeled out. It didn't take Namjoon long to realize they were headed to the bar he'd left Yoongi at just hours before.
"Hobi," Namjoon slurred. "Why is he with him?"
Hoseok sighed. "He met Seokjin on his last day at the restaurant. He – "
"Was his server. I know."
Hoseok sideways glanced at Namjoon in surprise for a moment. He then continued.
"After you left tonight, Seokjin showed up to the bar. He remembered Yoongi, and invited him to sit with him and his friends. Yoongi's friends were all there, but he joined Seokjin anyway. According to Taehyung, Seokjin has been showering him with attention ever since."
Namjoon gasped. "Hobi, he's going to – "
"I know," Hoseok said. "That's why we've got to get there and stop it."
"I – "
"You're the only one who can stop him, Joon. You know Seokjin won't listen to anyone else."
"But...But he's upset with me."
Hoseok glanced at Namjoon again. "What?"
Namjoon sighed. "I called him tonight."
"WHAT?!"
"I-I had a moment of weakness! I was angry and sad and confused and drunk! I didn't...I don't know! But I told him off."
Namjoon turned to Hoseok, fear in his eyes. "I mentioned Yoongi."
"WHAT?!"
"That's why he's doing this. He's getting back at me. He's not going to listen to me, Hobi."
Hoseok pinched the bridge of his nose. "Then we'll just have to hope Yoongi will."
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Namjoon had seethed for another half an hour as he drowned himself in scotch before he finally picked up his shattered phone and made the call he'd avoided earlier.
"Joonie?"
"Seokjin."
"How have you been?"
"Cut the crap. Why did you stand me up?"
"You're seriously still holding onto that?"
"You made me look like a fool!"
Seokjin sighed. "Joonie, I – "
"Don't call me Joonie."
There was a pause. "Why?"
"Because someone else calls me Joonie now. Someone who actually cares about me."
Seokjin snorted. "Oh yeah? And who's that?"
"If you must know, his name is Yoongi. He's a coworker of mine."
There was another pause. "Yoongi?"
"Yeah, and he helped me out the night you stood me up."
"Did he now? How did you meet him?"
"He would've been our server on our date. Instead, he helped me nurse my wounds that you caused."
"How sweet."
"Oh, shut up, Seokjin."
"Since when am I Seokjin? I thought I was Jin to you."
"I don't want to call you Jin any more than I want you to call me Joonie."
There was a sigh. "Namjoon, why are you calling me?"
"You owe me an apology."
Another snort. "You and I both know I don't do apologies."
"You never even contacted me again! How do you think that made me feel?!"
"I'll be frank, Namjoon. I don't really care what you feel."
Namjoon's mouth fell open. "You're such an asshole!"
"Yeah, yeah. You think you're the first person to tell me that?"
Namjoon let out a noise of frustration. "So, you don't even care?"
"Of course not."
"And you never even cared about me?"
"Of course not."
"I should report you to Mr. Seong!"
Seokjin laughed a vicious laugh. "You really think there would be consequences for this for someone like me?"
"Just because you're famous doesn't mean you're free from consequences."
"Of course it does, Namjoon."
"I hate you."
A final snort. "Okay."
"Fuck you."
Namjoon cut the call. Once again, he threw his phone across the room. He then sank onto the sofa, dropped his head into his hands, and began to cry.