~Namjoon's POV~
Ignoring the little voice in the back of my mind, I head to Noah's house. The chill in the spring breeze feels refreshing as the car flies by the houses and shopping centers. Soon, I'm pulling up to Noah's house, there are cars everywhere and the music from the house is loud.
There are people standing outside talking, some making out. I can see a light in the backyard which means people are there too. Parking my car in a place where it has less of a chance it getting hit, I go up to the house and enter to find people dancing and going crazy. This is what I need, a few hours of doing nothing but getting a little buzzed and going crazy, responsibly of course.
Walking into the living room, I see Noah sitting on the couch that is been moved to the far wall, a group of people surrounding him. I go over to them and plop down next to Noah.
"Hey Namjoon, you made it!" He says.
I smile. "Hey, Noah."
"Where is your brother and Yoongi?"
"They couldn't make it."
"Isn't his brother coming home today?" I look up and see Elijah standing in front of us.
He is looking at me curiously, like he knows more than he let's on. Maybe I should make clear to Jungkook what he can and can't tell the people he hangs out with. Elijah and him aren't the best of friends but they do hang out on occasion.
"Yeah, that is the reason they couldn't come." Elijah must see something on my face because he doesn't say anything just nods before sitting on the other side of Noah.
"You should go get a drink, my man." Noah says.
I nod. "I think I will, I'll see you guys later." I get up and heads over to the kitchen where the drinks are.
It's a mess in here, there are red plastic cups littering all the countertops as well as random food. I shake my head before opening the fridge and pulling out a can of beer.
"Hey, your here!" I hear a voice say behind me, I turn around and see Emma standing there, looking pleased to see me.
"Hey, Em."
"I'm so glad you came! You wanna dance?"
I open my beer and take a giant swing of it. To Hell with it, I came here to party, to forget, I might as well get started. I drain the rest of the beer. "Lead the way."
She grins and grabs my arm, tugging me into the living room, Lady Gaga's Bad Romance is playing. How ironic. Emma leads me to the center of the dance floor and we start to dance. I don't know how long we were there, at least five songs in a row before we leave to go get something to drink.
I know I probably shouldn't drink much, but it makes me feel numb to the pain in my heart. I drain another can of beer when we get to the kitchen and grab another one as we head to the backyard. In a couple of minutes I'm more than buzzed, but I can't make myself stop reaching for another beer, to help me cope.
After five beers, I'm swaying on my feet and grabbing Emma's arm to steady myself. "You even look cute when you're drunk." She says.
I grin. "I'm just that type of guy, I guess."
Smiling she grabs my hand and leans up placing a kiss on my lips. I look at her startled, umm, what should I do? She smiles again before reaching up and taking my face in her hands and kisses me again, longer this time, she opens my mouth and I react by running my tongue over her lips before slipping it in her mouth.
She pulls back and a spark is in her eyes as she takes my hand and begins to pull me inside. I have no idea where we were going until she leads us to the stairs, towards the bedrooms. The rational part of my mind tells me that this is a bad idea, but the part that is hazed over by booze trumps it and I let Emma lead me upstairs.
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~Jin's POV~
Worry. That emotion has been with me for the past six hours. It's almost seven, for goodness sakes and Namjoon still hasn't come home. This is ridiculous, how can he think that I would do something so cruel as have a lover? And now he is out there somewhere, distressed and angry and I'm so damn worried something is going to happen to him.
"Hyung, you're going to hurt yourself." Yoongi says coming up to me as I wheel myself back and forth, trying to calm myself.
"I'm sitting in a wheelchair, Yoongi, how can I hurt myself?" ask.
"You will get your hands caught in the wheels, stop." He urges as I continue to rock myself. He places his hand on my shoulder and I let go of the wheels, bringing my chair to a stop. "I know you are worried, I am too, but we just have to wait. He will be home soon."
"Have you talked to him?" I ask hopeful.
Yoongi shakes his head. "No, his phone just rings and rings. But I'm sure he just needs time to clear his head, he will be back soon."
"I hope you're right."
Before Yoongi can say anything else, my mom walks into the living room with a mask of worry. "Yoongi, is Namjoon back?"
"No, why?"
"I just got off the phone with the lawyer." She says.
"And? Jungkook is going to be eighteen in a month, his parents can't do anything, right?"
"Yoongi, he was granted emancipation but if he is still a minor, if the courts think that it would be best for his health to be with his parents, they can revoke the emancipation. And, well, his parents have been keeping an eye on him as they put it."
"They have been spying on him." I deadpan.
"Yeah, and they seem to think they have a case to get him back."
"What?" Yoongi gasps. "What kind of case? Jungkook is fine!"
"Yoongi." I try to calm him, I also know what my mom's face means because I'm pretty sure Jungkook's parents are thinking the same thing I did when I saw him this morning. "I know you love him and you can't, or don't want to see what's going on but Jungkook is sick. He looks depressed and he is losing too much weight."
"You think I don't know that?" Yoongi demands, he takes a hand through his blonde hair making it messy. "I just don't know what to do anymore, he won't let me help him. It breaks my heart to see him like this, but I can't do anything!"
He sits on the couch his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking. I wheel my chair over to him, I rub his back lightly. "I'll talk to him, okay? It's going to be okay, he will get over it. Remember, he doesn't mean to hurt you, he is just too hurt himself right now."
Yoongi takes a ragged breath before looking up at me, his eyes red rimmed and pleading. "I just want him to understand it, it's not his fault."
I nod. "Go get him, the sooner we do this the better."
He nods and gets up, going to his room down the hall. "You are an amazing brother, my sweet son." My mom says coming over to me and giving me a kiss on the head.
"Thank you." I say. She smiles before walking back towards the kitchen, the phone in her hand is ringing.
I sigh, I know how hard it is to feel guilty for something, especially if it wasn't your fault. As much as people try to tell you that it is not your fault, you can't believe them. But Jungkook has to understand that he is not only hurting himself but Yoongi and I'm sure Namjoon too.
Namjoon. Where the Hell is he?
Before I can start dwelling on that subject again, Jungkook walks into the living room. His hair is a mess and the dark shadows under his eyes are a sign of sleepless nights. His black T-shirt and blue jeans seem to hang off his body because of the weight he had lost, he looks hollow. His face registers sadness and hopelessness.
"You wanted to talk to me?" He asks in a lifeless voice.
Nodding I say. "Sit down, we need to talk."
He doesn't say anything and just does as I tell him too. When he is sitting on the couch in front of me, I turn to look at him. He is looking at his hands in his lap. His shoulders are dropping and it tugs at my heart to see him like this, I consider him my little brother too.
"Jungkook, look at me." I say in a gentle voice. Lifting his head he stares at me, his chocolate eyes flat. "You need to stop this, I know how hard it must have been for you to have to deal with your best friend trying to hurt your boyfriend but it's in the past."
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Sorry cliffhanger 😈 Bad Namjoon! I hope he doesn't do anything stupid.
How is Jungkook going to react? And poor Jin, he is waiting for Namjoon...
I hope Jin can help Jungkook, he looks not good.
Stay tuned and beautiful! 💜
Peace out ✌️