Ch.49
He gave them an answer already? Why in the world would he do that!? Going to Australia is such a big deal! Your mouth gaped open as Seokjin tried to confidently look his members in the eyes. He wanted them to understand without a problem. It was hard to believe this was happening. This was already causing a problem inside you. You looked over at the other members as the air changed. It felt suffocating to be in the warehouse despite the space being huge. The first year boys frowned, their eyes gloomy and face showing obvious hurt. Things with the gang were changing now that the third years weren't going to be in high school anymore. They're becoming adults now. Making their own decisions about their future.
A large part of you wanted to question Seokjin's actions, but why? He had the right to say yes. It's his future and he wants to become a model. You told him to accept. He knows you're supportive of him and you can't take that back just because he has to go far away. Seokjin will have to do what he needs to in order to complete his dreams. Namjoon's lips parted, but he was speechless like Hoseok. Hoseok swallowed hard and stared down at the ground. A bird was leaving the nest, but Yoongi didn't like that. Just because he has wings doesn't mean he has to fly. Yoongi glared at Seokjin with posion. He gritted his teeth and couldn't believe what he was hearing from his best friend.
The emotional side of you wanted to question why he did that without telling you guys first. Granted, most of the members would try to talk him out of it. They would convince him to go to another agency if he wants to be a model. Taehyung walked over to Hoseok, digging his head into his hyung's chest. Namjoon was saddened to see the first year broken hearted like that. Namjoon, Yoongi, and Taehyung were taking this the hardest. Their plans were to stay with the gang. To keep this family forever and now one wants to leave. What if that makes the others go too and destroys the family? Seokjin frowned to see this as the reactions.
"Don't cry, Taehyung." Seokjin sighed.
"I'm not crying. I'm disappointed," Taehyung mumbled. Namjoon squeezed the boy's shoulder to cheer him up.
"Seokjin...why didn't you bring it up before giving an answer?" Namjoon furrowed his brows. "We usually make big decisions together. We're a family."
"I know, but Namjoon, I'm older than all of you." Seokjin crossed his arms. "I have to make my own decisions about my future. The gang isn't going to last forever and that's the sad reality."
"So just because you're older you think you can hurt the people who care about you?" Yoongi growled. Seokjin's eyed widened to hear this sudden comment. Jungkook and Jimin gave each other worried stares. The third years might start a giant fight over this. It's only going to tear apart the gang even further.
"That's not what I'm saying at all!" Seokjin stomped his foot.
"No, it is!" Yoongi nodded his head. "You can get f*cking lost, alright? Glad to know it's that easy to throw us away." The blue hair turned around.
"Min Yoongi!" Namjoon shouted. "Let's talk about this!"
"There's nothing left to talk about. Didn't you hear?" Yoongi scoffed. The leader shook his head as Seokjin brought his hands to his hair.
"Don't just leave. You think I'm not sad to hear this? Look at how Taehyung is handling this." Namjoon reasoned, making the third year turn around.
"And yet Seokjin is still going to Australia. He doesn't care about us," Yoongi said bitterly. Hoseok patted Taehyung who finally turned around to face everyone. His eyes didn't glow as bright as they typically did.
"I do care! Stop saying that bullsh*t! How can you say that I don't care about you guys!?" Seokjin shouted in outrage.
His voice grew shaky as he yelled at his friend. The one who's supposed to understand what he's going through and be supportive. Yoongi tightened his fists, making his knuckles go milky white. He didn't care to hear anymore from the black hair. All he wanted was for things to stay the same. It's not that Yoongi hated change, he only wanted things his way. Seokjin marched towards Yoongi, looking him straight in the eye. All the members in the room stopped speaking. They wouldn't interfere anymore. It felt like you had to give them privacy for how personal their conversation was.
"I took a bullet for you...I was the first to forgive you for when you literally betrayed us...and you're telling me this?" A tear fell down Seokjin's cheek. He scoffed in disbelief to hear only silence on his friend's part. Not talking anymore? "You got me into the gang. The gang made me feel like I'm an actual human. Not an object to get gawked at or yelled at."
"Then why are you leaving? If things were so good?" Yoongi asked in a quiet voice.
"Because it's time." Seokjin took in a breath. "I have to feel like a human all the time. Not just when I'm with you guys."
"I'm suffering too," Yoongi spoke through gritted teeth. "If you leave, things won't be okay anymore."
"Yoongi, please...and to everyone here. I want you all to understand." Seokjin looked around.
With a heavy heart, you nodded softly. Namjoon and Hoseok didn't say anything. They continued to comfort Taehyung who was sniffling at this point. He was quietly crying now and Namjoon pulled him into a tight hug. Jimin tugged at his long sleeves, standing awkwardly and not knowing how to respond. No one else seemed accepting except for Jungkook. He stood with a gentle expression, nodding his head to his hyung's words. The two of you were ready to let go even if it hurt a lot. Yoongi wouldn't budge no matter what. Seeing Seokjin plead only made Yoongi scowl.
"You should've just let the bullet hit me if this was how you were going to end things." Yoongi huffed. Gasping softly at that, you were shocked. Seokjin didn't take that well. His sad expression changed. His face grew slightly red and his eyes weren't soft anymore.
"You're the one who doesn't care!" Seokjin grabbed Yoongi's shirt. "You're too f*cked up from your past to understand this for me!"
"I'm not f*cked up!" Yoongi clawed Seokjin's hands off. "Don't f*cking call me that!"
"It's true. Face it." Seokjin growled. "What would your brother think to see you like this? It's like you haven't chaâ"
"NO!" Yoongi pushed the black hair onto the floor. Namjoon looked at Jungkook to handle the situation from escalating. Hoseok immediately jumped off the stage to stop this. Taehyung wasn't crying anymore, but still shivering. Namjoon held the boy tight as Jimin took a few steps back from the fight. "You're lucky you didn't say his name, you sh*t."
"Go back to that d*mn trailer! Maybe you'll learn some manners!" Seokjin got up, pushing past Hoseok to punch the blue hair. Yoongi moved, but got his shoulder hit instead. Yoongi grunted and his eyes were now burning into the male across from him.
"Just wait until you become exactly like your father." Yoongi tried throwing a hit.
His arm was held back by Jungkook who was starting to restrain the third year. Yoongi shouted wildly to be let go of, but Jungkook didn't listen. He forced his hyung down on the floor with his hands behind his back. Seokjin was panting heavily, furious to hear that come out of his best friend's mouth. The eldest started to run with a fist, only to get tackled down by Hoseok. The red head did his best to keep the struggling male under control. At that moment, Namjoon ordered Jimin to help the second year. You were covering your mouth with your hand to witness all of this.
"They don't mean what they said..." You frowned.
"They know that too." Namjoon glanced down at Taehyung. The silver haired boy had red eyes and refused to see his hyungs fighting. "I suggest you go home, (F/n)."
"No way. We're going to stay here and fix the problem," You said stubbornly.
"I'm afraid this isn't a problem we can fix in one day..." Namjoon sighed. "I have my own thoughts on the situation. What I do know for certain is that I don't want them forming a new enemy and losing a brother at the same time."
"I don't know exactly what has gone down in their personal lives, but I want to help anyway." You looked Namjoon in the eyes.
"I know and thank you. For now, give them some time to cool down." Namjoon sighed at your persistence.
He gave Taehyung one last hug before walking over to the two third-years wriggling on the ground. He gazed at them in disappointment but pushed aside most of his personal feelings. Namjoon wanted to be a leader right now. The person the gang always listened to. You felt defeated as you watched Namjoon telling the boys what was going to happen. Seokjin would be brought home by Hoseok and Jimin right away. Jungkook will keep Yoongi's hostility under control. Namjoon's job will probably be to get them to forgive each other, but much later. They needed time and you understood that, but school is going to end in literally two weeks. They really don't have much time left.
It physically hurt you to imagine Seokjin going to Australia with some hatred in his heart. Their words were cruel to each other somehow. They've never filled you in so you weren't aware of what they meant. All you knew was that Seokjin hated both of his parents. Jimin and Hoseok brought Seokjin up to his feet. They didn't give him time to glare at Yoongi or say anything else. They dragged the member out to take him home. You hated this. That's when you felt something tug at your jacket. Turning to your side quickly, Taehyung stared at you with big eyes. They left you breathless from how much emotion was in them.
While Namjoon tried to calm down Yoongi, Taehyung whispered the address of Seokjin's house. He told you that it was important to talk to him tonight. At first, you didn't know what to say, but Taehyung said he trusted you and that you were capable of fixing this. How? He had faith in you, but you didn't have the slightest clue in how to get them to be friends again. Talking it out could help, but Yoongi needed to be there for it. They have to lay out all their emotions on the table without getting angry at each other. Yoongi stopped screaming and moving. He laid still with Jungkook's knee on his back. Namjoon stood up with another heavy sigh.
Taehyung told you to not tell anyone what he had just told you. It was supposed to be kept a secret. This mission is only something you can handle. Nervously agreeing, Taehyung smiled softly to hear that. He wrapped his arms around you and whispered another piece of information. Don't go inside Seokjin's house. The boy pulled away to walk over to Jungkook. That sounded very ominous. How bad was his home life? Taehyung pushed Jungkook off Yoongi without speaking a word to anyone. Yoongi pushed himself up, growling until Taehyung shook his head. The blue hair quit acting like a wild animal and watched the first year move sluggishly to the back room. You'll make things right for him. Hopefully Seokjin will listen.
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Namjoon didn't say much to Yoongi after he was freed. Jungkook made sure to keep a watchful eye on the third year. It's not like he was going to randomly become violent on the other members but did it to make Yoongi calm down faster if he knew their would be consequences. Taehyung didn't leave the backroom, so you decided to take Namjoon's suggestion to go home. That's actually what you did. Going to Seokjin's place right away would be a mistake. It was still possible to run into Jimin and Hoseok. He also needed at least two hours to reflect. Seokjin won't be able to push away his feelings for that long. He's going have to breathe and get his thoughts together.
The sun was setting by the time you walked all the way over to Seokjin's house. You prepared a few things to say to him. The last thing you wanted was for him to get mad at you too. Two weeks kept haunting you. That should be enough time to fix a friendship, right? It made you wish Yoongi could be as forgiving as Taehyung. Then you remembered Seokjin's advice that he gave you about your sister. Forgive only the people who deserve it. Oh boy, this is going to be fun. When you made it to his house, you saw the black truck in the drive way. The front lawn had dying grass and the house looked not just drained of color, but of life. Not the homiest setting.
Taking a deep breath for courage, you went up to his front door and knocked. Please let Seokjin be the one to answer. You don't know what you'll do if you meet his 'bad' parents. Biting your lip, you waited patiently to hear nothing inside. He has to be inside. Then your heart almost stopped when you heard a few clicks behind the door. It began to open and Seokjin's handsome face poked out. He still looked like he was having a tough time. As soon as his recognized it was you on his front door, he immediately had a mixture of shock and anger on his face. You didn't even have to say a word to get him mad at you. Taehyung will know you tried. You're nosey and persistent. Let them get mad at you, but not at sweet Taehyung for not wanting his hyungs to fight.
"(F/n)!?" Seokjin shouted before lowering his voice to a furious whisper, "What are you doing here!?"
"Seokjin oppa!" You smiled as sweetly as you could. He was bewildered by your presence and didn't know exactly how to react. Seokjin opened his mouth, but nothing came out. That's when you heard a grumpy shout from an older man. It made the elder boy growl. He glared at you, stepping out of his house to shut the door. "C'mon, we're talking outside."
"Okay." You nodded as he roughly took your hand.
He quickly took you away from his side of the neighborhood. It felt like he was going to try to take the two of you out of Korea just to talk. It's a good thing he didn't tell you to come inside. It sounded terrifying the moment Taehyung told you not to enter and when you heard that drunken shout. Seokjin stopped dragging you and dropped your hand. He faced you now with his nostrils flaring. You nervously smiled, rubbing your wrist that was finally receiving proper blood circulation again. Someone is not getting called oppa any time soon again. The two of you stood in not the best lit street. Not a single light was on in the houses. It was like the whole street was gone to leave some privacy for you and Seokjin.
"Who the hell told you where I lived? Why the f*ck would you come?" Seokjin growled.
"I came because I wanted to talk to you about your fight with Yoongi," You said. He rolled his eyes at that, growing annoyed with the fact that he has to deal with you. "Have you not cooled down?"
"Look, I just think you shouldn't get yourself involved in this." Seokjin put his hand on the back of his neck.
"...I'm going to be honest with you." You twiddled with your fingers. He didn't hesitate to glare at you again. He expected you to tell him not to go to Australia or to just say sorry and forgive Yoongi. That wasn't the case. "I'm going to miss you a lot when you go."
"Oh..." Seokjin let his walls down. He wasn't as defensive and blushed lightly, scratching his neck now. "I'll miss you too..."
"I'm happy that you're following through with your dreams. I'm sure you understand why most of the members are hurt though." You took a step closer to him.
"Yeah." He sighed. "I didn't want them to stop me. It's selfish and reckless, but...I needed to do this. I have to let the gang go."
"I'm sure with time all the members will understand that." You nodded. "But, you can't just rely on time to fix what happened between you and Yoongi."
"Jesus, (F/n), let me take you home." Seokjin patted himself for his keys. "D*mn it, I left them at home."
"I'm not going home." You crossed your arms tightly. They all keep trying to send you home! This is seriously getting on your nerves. Do they not consider you close enough to be here with them? You've done more than enough to prove you're worthy of their trust. "Seokjin, we're talking tonight."
"I'm not gonna talk about him," Seokjin objected. Despite being the oldest, he sounded like a child.
"You care about Yoongi. There's no way you would ever want to hurt him on purpose. Especially the gang," You stated.
"Try getting him to understand that." Seokjin avoided facing your body. If you tried making him look you in the eyes, he would only turn away.
"Seokjin, school ends in two weeks now. Don't let your relationship with the gang end like this," You pleaded.
"Did Namjoon send you? It doesn't sound like him though..." Seokjin furrowed his brows.
"What did I tell you? I came here to help you figure things out." You forced him to look at you. You grabbed the sides of Seokjin's face and made him bend down to your eye level. "Tell me you want to make things right with Yoongi. Of course, you're mad. He said some rude things, but he's your best friend. You guys can't throw that away all of a sudden."
"...Yoongi doesn't care about me anymore." Seokjin pulled your hands gently off.
"What? He does! He can't just droâ" You said undoubtfully, but Seokjin shook his head.
"No, Yoongi is not like us." He looked to the side. "He'll do what he can to survive. Sure, he considered me family but not anymore. Yoongi is done with me."
"Why do you say that? He's still human!" You countered.
"Barely." Seokjin chuckled. "I tried talking to him earlier. You saw that he won't listen."
"Try again! I'll help get Yoongi to understand!" You insisted as Seokjin stared at you with tired eyes.
"Drop it, (F/n)." Seokjin started walking back in the direction of his house. "I'm not going to force this. Yoongi doesn't want to see me. I'm going to Australia and that's final."
"Please don't go to Australia like this! Seokjinâ!" You ran after him only for him to turn around abruptly. You bumped into his chest and he leaned down to your face with a mean look. Seokjin was usually warm, but he managed to make everything about him cold whenever he wanted.
"Do you still have a crush on me? Do you think I'll like you back if you fix my friendship?" He asked with disgust in his voice. You were taken aback to hear that. You never imagined he could be so cruel. "Because I don't like girls like that. I don't owe you anything."
"N-No!" You barked only to have him chuckle darkly. "I wouldn't have a crush on a literal child!"
"Child?" Seokjin straightened his back, towering over your smaller form. He brought his hand up, his thumb on your chin. "Sweetie, there are so many things that I could teach you about being an adult."
"Don't be like that." You smacked his hand away. "Don't treat me cruelly only to get your way. You're someone people can consider beautiful both inside and outside. Don't let the inside rot because of your pride."
"..." Seokjin frowned as you shook off any emotions. No tears are allowed tonight. You're not going to make Seokjin hate you too tonight either.
"Think harder about this. I'm not stopping you from going to Australia and Yoongi didn't say those things because he wanted to hurt you." You pursed your lips. "He was hurt himself."
"Do you need me to drive you home?" Seokjin asked, his eyes on the ground.
"No. I'm not feeling sleepy." You sighed, making the decision to be nosier tonight. Unnie won't be home until past midnight. You had time to make a quick stop at the warehouse. Seokjin lifted his head, cocking up a brow to hear that. "I still have some work to do."
"...I'm sorry. I didn't..." Seokjin sighed in frustration, shoving both his hands in his back pockets. You smiled softly at him and went to hug the struggling male. You had seen him snap like this before with Hoseok's parents. Seokjin stiffened up to feel you wrapping your arms around him but loosened up. He took out his hands and hugged you back. Seokjin muttered sweetly for you to be safe out here on the streets and you told him that you got this. He doesn't have to worry about you.
The two of you parted ways at that moment. Seokjin made sure to tell you to never come back to his home again. That was a little frightening, but you agreed since he was so serious. Then he left a little less angry from when you first chatted to him. The broad-shouldered male walked off and you began running towards the warehouse. It wasn't too far, so you figured you'd be safe. Creeps occasionally linger, but Jimin taught you a few taekwondo moves that he knew. Apparently, Jungkook taught him some when they first joined the gang. The air was cold but running gave your body enough warmth to survive.
Running onto the street of the warehouse, you smiled to see the building within sight. Yoongi lives in the warehouse so he has to be there. He might not want to talk about Seokjin, but you're going to make him. Okay, he definitely won't want to talk about Seokjin. He's just going to have to deal with it though. You made sure to toughen yourself up before entering the warehouse. He's going to throw a bunch of insults at you and tear you to shreds with his venom like words. This is for Taehyung so it's going to be worth it. You'll take anything cruel for your friends.
The moment you entered the warehouse, you didn't spot Yoongi right away. He was up on the stage, putting away some dish he used. The blue hair looked exhausted and ready to just fall asleep. Biting your lip, you walked closer to the couch as he yawned. He didn't notice you come inside the building. You'll be like a little surprise, but you doubt he'll like it. Yoongi cracked his back and started making his way to the couch. As he did that, he found you standing near it with a smile on your face. That instantly made him scoff, annoyed that you showed up. His glare was strong, and you had to pout. Weren't the two of you getting along now?
"Yoongi, what's with that face?" You whined.
"I don't want you here." He huffed, walking over to the couch.
"Well, I had you in my home! What's so wrong about me being here?" You asked as he fell onto the couch.
"I was using your kindness." He kicked up his legs on the coffee table.
"No, you needed a friend." You sat down next to him. Yoongi told you to go away, but you just ignored that. "And now you have them back except you're throwing someone special away."
"I'm calling Namjoon to take you home." Yoongi pulled out his phone.
Again with home! You're so done with that. You tried stealing his phone away, but he wouldn't let you take it. Somehow you got a hold of it, but he still had a strong grip. The two of you were tugging back and forth until he finally won. Instead of calling, he texted the leader about an unwanted guest at the warehouse. You frowned, knowing you had less time to talk things out with him. Now that your time is limited, you can't ease him into the conversation. That would take an hour and Namjoon is going to arrive here on bike. That leaves you with about thirty minutes, so you better make the most of this.
"What is with your obsession of keeping the gang together forever?" You went out with it. "Didn't you improve on that when telling the others that Jimin dances?"
"...it's just dancing. He's not trying to leave to pursue it anymore," Yoongi grumbled. "That black haired idiot is."
"But doesn't he deserve the right to decide when he leaves or not?" You tilted your head.
"Not now!" Yoongi shouted. "That f*ck said he was going to stay with the gang. He lied."
"Don't you lie?" You questioned to get a sharp glare from him. He didn't like getting all these questions thrown at him. Especially from you.
"For sh*ts and giggles or to save my @ss. Why are you here of all places?" Yoongi scoffed. "What? Are you lonely? Had another fight with your sister?"
"Luckily, I'm doing just fine. Thanks for asking." You chuckled. "I came here to check up on you since you're my friend after all. I want to make sure you cooled down and are thinking about what you're going to say to Seokjin the next time you see him."
"We're not friends and I'm not seeing him ever again." Yoongi growled.
"We're friends." You booped his nose, only for the male to quickly clutch your wrist tightly. He didn't appreciate your affection. It was to be expected, but you wanted to see if it would cause any change in him. "Namjoon and the others are going to make you see him and talk it out."
"Forget about them." Yoongi shoved you down on the couch. Grunting, you struggled as Yoongi began to straddle you. He had you trapped under him. This time you weren't afraid that he'd do anything. He's just trying to be a jerk and avoid the questions. "You came here for a better reason, huh?"
"Seokjin is your best friend, alright? You're a person. The two of you have a bond that can't be destroyed just like that," You said, "Seokjin has done so much for you and you know what you did for him the night I was kidnapped."
"Shut up about him and moan my name." Yoongi lowered himself down on your body. This was getting uncomfortable. You refused to let him kiss you and turned your head to the side to avoid that situation. No more kisses for you. That didn't stop him though as a new idea came in mind. His lips grazed against your neck, tickling your skin. Goosebumps covered your body to feel his hot breath. This was too intimate. "Don't tell them you got these hickeys from me." His mouth pressed against your neck and he barely sucked for a second, making you panic to the extreme.
"What did he mean by the trailer!?" You squeaked, making him stop all his actions. Yoongi lifted himself away from your face with the darkest expression on his face you've ever seen. Not even the one he gave Myon was like this. He stopped restraining your wrists with his hands. Yoongi was about to choke you until you quickly asked him about his brother. Now he wasn't moving anymore.
"...I don't want to talk about it," Yoongi spoke softly. He looked hurt now. Like a broken human who wasn't putting up this tough and rude exterior anymore. Just like the Yoongi you used to talk to late at night in your apartment. "And you don't need to know."
"I can't believe you actually did that." You wiped your neck clean of his saliva.
"Want me to continue?" He joked with a smirk.
"I will kick, you know where." You glared at him.
"I bet." He nodded but didn't get off of you. He was still straddling you and just sat comfortably. How kind of him. The glares weren't doing a thing. He only went back to restraining your wrists but wasn't leaning down to your face anymore. "Seokjin isn't a part of my family anymore, (F/n). You have a better chance of being my girlfriend than that."
"I'll never become your girlfriend, so he has a better chance." You gave him a fake smile.
"I can make you want me," Yoongi said confidently.
"I don't fall for boys easily anymore." You grinned to get an amused chuckle out of him.
"So you learned your lesson?" He tilted his head.
"I already did from your cruel and unusual punishments." You smirked to see him nod. "So please think about what I said. Not only do Seokjin and you need to make things right for yourselves, but for the whole gang. You guys are a family."
"Cute..." Yoongi sighed as he lifted his head up with a giant smile. "Hey Namjoon! You're finally here."
Your eyes widened to hear that. Yoongi still had you trapped under him and this was the worst situation to be found in. He purposely did this. Gosh, Yoongi is so mean like that. Wriggling underneath him, he laughed as you finally crawled away. Freedom! As soon as you escaped, your eyes met with Namjoon's. He was standing nearby with a shocked expression. His mouth was open and he was blinking repeatedly to make sure what he saw was real. Blushing furiously, you smacked Yoongi's arm and stood up. Home sounded nice now, thank you very much! That blue haired rude boy only laughed as Namjoon took you out of the warehouse awkwardly.
Hopefully he didn't get the wrong idea but it's kind of hard not too after seeing something like that. It wasn't even possible to make up an innocent lie. The only way was the truth. Your name had to be cleared up. There's no way you had a sexual relationship with Yoongi in secret. Namjoon had to believe you on that. Namjoon coughed as he brought you to his bicycle. The two of you didn't get on and only stood there in the dark. Yoongi was probably already dreaming of a sweet candy land right now. That little punk is definitely getting kicked next time you see him.
"Soâ"
"Yoongi did that to be mean!" You interrupted Namjoon. He was stunned and took in a deep breath.
"What?" He furrowed his brows.
"He acts sexually around me only when he wants to avoid answering questions, be rude, or just for fun." You sighed heavily. "Not the first time."
"...do you want me to talk to him? Why the hell is he doing that?" Namjoon turned to the warehouse with a spark of anger in his eyes. You placed your hand on his shoulder and shook your head.
"It's fine." You shrugged, but he didn't like that.
"I get Yoongi has issues but this...just to be rude?" Namjoon huffed in disbelief. You frowned to see him getting upset with the third year. Here you go again, defending the boy who mainly treats you like trash.
"To be fair, I asked him to forgive Seokjin. And about what Seokjin meant with the trailer and his brother." You looked down at your feet. Namjoon was quiet for some time.
"I told you not to intervene," He stated right away.
"I know!" You groaned.
"And asking him about those two things wasn't a good idea. They're touchy subjects." Namjoon pursed his lips. "Only Yoongi can tell you what they mean if he ever chooses to."
"I doubt that, but that doesn't matter." You shook your head. "Namjoon, I really want them to patch things up before they graduate. Two weeks of school are left!"
"(F/n)...I'm worried too and we'll do as much as we can." Namjoon petted your head. "You just can't force it in the end. They're the ones who have to make up."
"And do you like Seokjin going to Australia?" You asked as Namjoon sat down on his bike.
"...I hate it, but what can I do?" Namjoon admitted in a weak voice. "C'mon, let me take you home now."
"Alright." You gave in and sat on the back of his bike. Wrapping your arms around his waist, he began to peddle softly.
"Everything will turn out okay. Trust me." Namjoon's grip tightened on the handle bars. Snuggling your face against the back of his warm sweater, that let him know that you did indeed trust him full heartedly. It has to turn out okay.