"uh, jimin, can we talk?" namjoon pulled on the boy's arm and pulled him to the side.
"what's your problem? he's just a kid that happens to be your fan."
"jimin, you don't understand—how can someone be a fan of me? people just respect me because of my dumbass father."
"joon-hyung, he's a fan of you. why can't you accept that?"
"how did he find out about me anyways?"
jimin's face went blank.
"jimin, you didn't."
"i-i didn't mention anything about your father! i was just into the friendship and just i couldn't help to bring up that i'm working for you."
namjoon pinched his own nose, closing his eyes. "you are going to be the death of me."
"look, i'm sorry! i fucked up."
"okay fine, whatever." namjoon moved jimin to the side to face the fan of his.
"jeongguk, it's really nice to meet you but i need to get back to my apartment."
"oh! no worries! i should be heading back too."
"okay. uh, bye." namjoon walked back over to the elevator.
jeongguk waved with a big smile across his face.
"that means i have to go to." jimin said, rubbing the back of his neck. "cya jeongguk."
"bye!" he waved again.
jimin walked into the elevator, letting the doors closed.
jeongguk's smile faded.
