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"What the hell?" Jungkook's gasped, just as he and Seokjin walked out of the house.

"What are you-" Seokjin paused.

He and Jungkook stood frozen in their spot, eyes fixed on Seokjin's Range Rover that was parked in the driveway. The words 'MINE!!' was boldly written in what seemed like white paint on the windscreen of the car.

"Hyung," Jungkook called and slowly approached the car.

Of course, Seokjin knew who was behind the act.

Seokjin walked over and examined his car.

"Who the hell did this?"

Seokjin remained quiet as he looked around for further damages on his car.

"Seokjin hyung-"

"I have no idea too," Seokjin said. "It's probably some sick kids playing around."

"Whoever did this must be crazy!"

"Yeah," Seokjin touched the words. It was white paint and it wasn't so recent, maybe a few hours old but it wasn't dry. "I'll just clean this up."

"I'll help you," Jungkook said.

"No, you should go ahead and meet Taehyung."

"No, hyung. I'll call him and ask him to wait a few more minutes for us. We could hurry and go meet him," Jungkook insisted.

"Okay."

"I'll go get water and soap."

Seokjin stood by his car, not even knowing what to make of the silly joke Namjoon was putting up. He couldn't just understand how a kid he barely knew - who barely knew him - could act like that? How was it even possible?

He lifted his eyes and looked towards the direction of Namjoon's house. He was almost tempted to go over there and clear the whole mess but an inner spirit warned him he might only worsen the situation if he went there.

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"-and his car had words written on it that said mine!" Jungkook narrated the story to Taehyung.

"I already told you to not talk about it," Seokjin rolled his eyes.

"What?"

"Really, Jin, what's happening?" Taehyung turned to Seokjin.

"What? He already told you."

"Well, that doesn't say anything."

"Because it isn't anything, Taehyung."

Taehyung groaned. "Why are you so stubborn?"

"Apparently you're more stubborn. Just drop it!"

"I won't! Something's definitely wrong here. Something's been eating you up and you won't say anything."

"There is nothing eating me up. You just worry unnecessarily," Seokjin shrugged.

"Then why have your phone been going off and you have refused to look at it?" Jungkook added.

Seokjin looked down. Jungkook is such a big mouth.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Seokjin frowned.

"Hyung, why are you-"

"Stop it, kook. It's spam messages okay?"

"Hardly," Jungkook mumbled.

"Let me see your phone," Taehyung stretched out his hand.

Seokjin looked at Taehyung.

"Why?"

"Just," Taehyung shrugged.

"Just give him the phone, hyung. There's nothing to hide, right?"

Seokjin rolled his eyes.

"Seokjin."

"I'll see you guys later," Seokjin got up and walked out of the cafe.

Smart move, genius, he thought sarcastically. Now they would actually believe there was something wrong. But what was he to do? If he had sat there Taehyung would have forced the confession out of his mouth, he knew it. Taehyung was really manipulative and would have found a way to get him to confess. But he wasn't ready to do that. He was embarrassed, especially to say it to Jungkook, Hoseok's younger brother. He had even been avoiding Yoongi because he had been scared Yoongi would force him to talk.

He couldn't tell anyone that a kid he was 3 years older than was playing with his mind. He was afraid, never had been more afraid in his whole life than he was at that moment, all because of a kid who just appeared from only God knows where.

Seokjin felt the first drop of rain on his face as he walked to his car, and by the time he was halfway home, it was already pouring heavily. As he drove into his driveway, he only thought of going into the comfort of his home and taking steaming hot tea. He needed to focus more on himself than a sick bastard.

But as he got down from the car and attempted to run to his door, he stopped, seeing a figure stand up from it's squatting position in front of his door.

Speak of the devil. Seokjin's heart sank. Why was he so frightened of this kid? Why was this kid always showing up? Just why?

"Seokjin?" Namjoon's shaky voice called.

Seokjin rolled his head in frustration. So much for coming back to the comfort of his home.

"You're going to get sick," Namjoon said, watching Seokjin stand frozen in the heavy rain.

"Then get lost," Seokjin walked closer to his door. Closer to Namjoon.

"But I want to talk," Namjoon stuttered.

"Just go, Namjoon."

"Please."

"Stop begging me! After what you did this morning?!"

"I'm sorry. Sometimes I can't control myself," Namjoon looked down, then back up at Seokjin.

"You're fucking sick!" Seokjin spat and shoved Namjoon out of the way.

Namjoon staggered and fell to the floor. He immediately got up and rushed to Seokjin's side.

"Please baby i-"

"Don't you fucking call me that again!"

"B-but I love you."

"Nothing can ever happen between us! Ever! So stop trying and get lost!"

"I-I can't. I can't s-stop, Seokjin. I love you way to much."

Seokjin pulled at his hair, frustratingly and angrily shoved the kid to the floor.

"Don't you get that I hate you?!" He yelled. "You make my life so messed up! I have a wonderful boyfriend who's gonna return here tomorrow and you can't-"

He stopped talking when he realised Namjoon wasn't moving.

"Are you kidding me? Hey!" Seokjin hit his sprawled leg. Nothing. "Hey. Namjoon!"

He knelt by Namjoon's side and shook him. "Namjoon! Namjoon, get up! Hey!"

Then it struck him, the kid was unconscious.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Seokjin kept saying as he scooped Namjoon into his arms and carried him into his house.

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