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[modelstatus, taeberry chat]
modelstatus: where are you guys
taeberry: jimin’s dorm
modelstatus: okay omw
modelstatus: is everything okay
taeberry: yeah its fine
taeberry: hoseok and jimin had to go to dance though
taeberry: but its really cute
taeberry: jungkook’s basically in yoongi’s lap
modelstatus: aww
modelstatus: feels safe with him i guess
taeberry: i mean he’s right
taeberry: yoongi is way too whipped to be mean to him
modelstatus: that one time he ruined his sneakers
modelstatus: and yoongi said NOTHING
modelstatus: BUT WHEN I GOT A SMALL STAIN ON HIS JEANS
modelstatus: I GOT THE SILENT TREATMENT
taeberry: lmaoooo
taeberry: he loves jungkook
taeberry: its kinda funny how when namjoon’s not around
taeberry: we’re suddenly too afraid to be apart lol
modelstatus: that’s true
modelstatus: we’re like puppies waiting for their mom to come back
taeberry:
hurry up then!!
taeberry:
we need leadership, oldest
modelstatus: i can’t tell if that was a compliment or an insult
taeberry: both
modelstatus: hoseok and yoongi usually take over
modelstatus: not me
taeberry: that’s because you don’t act your age
modelstatus: WHY DO YOU GUYS KEEP SAYING THAT
taeberry: because its true
taeberry: your mental age is that of a toddler
modelstatus: that makes you a newborn
taeberry: fair enough
modelstatus: not my fault yoongi acts like a grandfather
taeberry: shady
taeberry: hurry up because i need someone to cuddle with
taeberry: yoongi took my boyfriend
modelstatus: lol okay
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[space butterflies]
taeberry: i can’t believe my boyfriend would rather sleep with yoongi than me
taeberry: MY BOYFRIEND
modelstatus: can’t believe my boyfriend would rather be at the library than with me
taeberry: okay you win
hopefulsprite: he’s still there?
modelstatus: he’s not here so i’m assuming so
hopefulsprite: damn
modelstatus: you know what
modelstatus: i’m going to get him
hopefulsprite: wait what
taeberry: really??
sleepysuga: are you sure?
modelstatus: yes
modelstatus: i don’t care if he throws a tantrum his ass is coming home
cuddlymochi: POWER BOTTOMS ONLY
taeberry: ^^
Namjoon should have expected that Seokjin would show up sooner or later, but he was taken
completely by surprise when his very frustrated boyfriend marched over to his table.
“Why are you here?” Namjoon huffed, doing everything he could not to focus on his boyfriend. It was all over for him if he did.
“To make sure you’re still alive, asshole,” Seokjin deadpanned. He walked into the library ready to drag Namjoon out by his ear, but when the boy turned around all the anger vanished.
Namjoon was pale, so pale, and his eyes were so puffy and red that it was evident he hadn’t slept for more than an hour or two over the past few days. His hair was wild, there was a slight tremor in his hands-- he simply looked a mess.
“Well I am, you can leave now.”
“Barely,” Seokjin scoffed, “have you seen yourself?”
“Hyung, I’m bus-”
“Oh will you knock it off,” Seokjin rolled his eyes so hard he thought they might fall out of his head, “we get it, you’re ‘busy.’”
“Then why are you bothering me?” Namjoon felt his resolve crumbling. If he could just get Seokjin out of here it would all be okay, he could go back to focusing-
“Because we both know that you’re being a dick, and we both know this is extremely unhealthy.”
“If I cared, I wouldn’t be here, would I?”
Seokjin laughed bitterly, wondering what on earth could have turned Namjoon so sour. The Namjoon he knew wouldn’t be so stubborn.
“Are you cheating on me?”
“What?” Namjoon’s pen fell onto the floor as a look of genuine shock came over his face. “Cheating? Seokjin, that’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?” Seokjin cocked an eyebrow, tone flat. “You haven’t been home in a week.”
Obviously, given the state of his appearance, Seokjin knew he wasn’t cheating. But, it got his attention, and Seokjin had been trying to do just that for too long.
“I’ve been here, you- can you just leave?”
“Are you tired of Jungkook?”
“Never-”
“Are you upset with Yoongi?”
“No-”
“Well, that’s how you’re acting,” Seokjin crossed his arms, “and that’s how you’re making all of us feel.”
“I’m busy, can you please just go?”
Seokjin made no movements.
“You’re so annoying,” Namjoon shoved his papers away, “I just want to work, that’s all I’ve fucking asked for!”
Nothing.
“I need to get this done, I can’t take all these distractions-- you guys are just-”
Seokjin’s silence was pure strategy; although his eyes were watering and his throat burned, he knew that once Namjoon was through with his tantrum he’d come back to his senses. The elder stood still for minutes, simply staring at his ranting boyfriend with a sad, empty expression, patiently waiting for Namjoon’s word-vomit to run out of fuel.
“I...I…” Namjoon’s voice cracked and suddenly his entire demeanor changed, “I’m a disappointment.”
As quickly as Namjoon’s temper faded he began to cry, the stress and lack of sleep finally overwhelming him to the point of no return. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Seokjin; he knew what an awful person he was being, he just couldn’t bear to see anyone pitying him when he felt so defeated. He didn’t want their reassurances or their hugs, he just wanted to fix himself. Try harder. Do better. No more distractions.
Seokjin sighed heavily and shook his head, slowly pulling out the chair next to Namjoon.
“Who’s been telling you that?”
“My dad,” Namjoon hiccuped, still staring at his textbook while tears dripped onto the page. “H-He’s mad that I don’t have e-enough credits...thinks I should be graduating faster but I just can’t.”
Once again, Seokjin fell silent.
“He graduated in two years, he wants me to graduate early even with four majors,” Namjoon dropped his face into his hands, “I can’t do it, I can’t do it.”
“Namjoon,” Seokjin’s voice was soft but firm as he urged the younger to look up at him. “Will you let me hug you?”
It was like a tiny crack in a dam had just exploded, sending wave after wave of emotion crashing down around Namjoon. He sobbed as he fell forward into Seokjin’s open arms, clinging to the warmth that he had been missing for too long.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated over and over again, soaking the collar of Seokjin’s shirt with tears.
“You better be,” Seokjin mused, though he couldn’t help but squeeze Namjoon tight against his body in relief.
“I am,” Namjoon melted against the other’s body, soaking up all the warmth and love he’d been so desperate to avoid. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t shut us out anymore,” Seokjin whispered into his hair, “it hurts us a lot.”
“I know, I’m sorry…”
Eventually Namjoon’s body was simply too tired to continue crying and he laid against Seokjin limply, letting himself be held quietly. He didn’t realize how much he’d missed Seokjin- just being close to him was erasing the nausea that had made itself home in his stomach.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Namjoon gently cupped his face, “I’ve been treating you like shit-”
“Yes, you have,” Seokjin smiled lightly, “but I love you, I’m not going to let you sit here and do this to yourself.”
“I don’t des-”
“If you finish that sentence, I’m going to kick you.”
“...Okay,” Namjoon sighed, falling back against his chest.
“Are you okay?”
“No,” the younger whispered, “but better.”
“What have you been doing?”
“Just working,” Namjoon pouted, nuzzling Seokjin’s shoulder with a pout, “I’m trying to do all of my textbook readings so I can focus on the midterm papers and the speech I need to give in English.”
“How many readings?”
“I’ve made it through seven so far, I have four more.”
“How many papers?”
“Three.”
“How long is the speech?”
“Five pages.”
“Namjoon,” Seokjin sighed sadly, squeezing him again, “you need a break.”
“I know,” Namjoon’s heart warmed as he was held tighter, “I just want to do everything...faster.”
“You’re not your father,” the elder lamented, “and it isn’t right of him to think you should be.”
“It’s hard to remember that when he’s berating you everyday,” Namjoon sighed, “and when you can’t back yourself up with a perfect GPA.”
“You’re doing the best you can, love,” Seokjin kissed the top of his head. “You’re doing much more than anyone else here.”
“Yeah, but-” Namjoon suddenly sat up straight, “stop that.”
“What?”
“You shouldn’t be trying to make me feel better,” Namjoon frowned, “I’ve been the worst person, I should be making you feel better.”
“I feel better knowing you’re okay,” Seokjin smiled softly.
“That’s really adorable, but not how this works,” Namjoon huffed, kissing his forehead, “stay with me tonight?”
“Kim Namjoon,” Seokjin scolded, “you’re crazy if you think I’m letting you stay here a second longer.”
“But I really have to-”
“You can read your textbooks in the dorm room,” Seokjin slapped a hand over the boy’s mouth, “in bed, while you’re cuddling with me.”
“But-”
“No, you’re taking a fucking break.”
“It’s impo-”
“I don’t care, you’re coming home.”
“Seo-”
“Haven’t you been doing this to me long enough?” Seokjin’s expression turned sad.
“Okay,” Namjoon couldn’t disagree, “fine.”
“Now, I hate to do this,” Seokjin paused to kiss his forehead, “but you need to go find Jungkook.”
Namjoon’s eyes blew wide open at the mention of the younger; all of the sudden his blood ran cold and he could feel the panic coursing through his veins like a river of ice.
“Fuck,” Namjoon looked terrified, “fuck- Jungkookie- is he okay? Where is he?”
“Yoongi’s dorm.”
“Okay- uh, okay,” Namjoon scrambled to throw all of his papers and books into his bag, making the mess even worse until Seokjin stopped him again.
“I’ll get your stuff. Go see him.”
“Are you sure?”
Gently, Seokjin took the backpack from Namjoon’s hands and started to neatly stack the papers Namjoon had tossed around.
“For his sake, yes.”
“But-”
“You can make it up to me later,” Seokjin smiled warmly, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his cheek, “but he’s going to explode if you don’t talk to him.”
“Thank you,” Namjoon’s heart clenched, “for everything.”
[modelstatus added sleepysuga, taeberry]
modelstatus: the idiot is on his way
taeberry: HUH
taeberry: HOW DID YOU DO THAT
modelstatus: magic
sleepysuga: is he okay
modelstatus: he’s alive
sleepysuga: good enough
The entire way there Namjoon was yelling at himself, cursing his himself for letting it get this far. He knew the second he sent the text to Jungkook that he had crossed the line, but in his distressed state he couldn’t make himself care. He didn’t want to see Jungkook idolize him when he was feeling so angry with himself.
Namjoon arrived at the dorm in record time, all but bursting into the room. On another occasion he would have laughed at the way Jungkook was curled up in Yoongi’s laugh while Taehyung pouted in Jimin’s bed, but this time he was silent, afraid.
Yoongi’s gaze hardened when their eyes met and Namjoon could see the way his grip on the younger boy tightened. He knew of all of them, Yoongi was going to be the most pissed off. After dealing with episodes similar to this one for years, Yoongi had much less patience with Namjoon than the rest of them.
“Oh good, they’re gonna kiss and make up now!” Taehyung hopped out of the bed and towards the door. “You’re an asshole, but I’m glad to see you,” he laughed, shuffling his way past Namjoon.
Yoongi was next, glaring at Namjoon with ice in his eyes.
“If you fuck this up, Jimin’s going to have your head on a platter.”
Quietly, Namjoon leaned closer to Yoongi, whispering a simple phrase:
“It’s my dad.”
The cold melted from Yoongi’s gaze as soon as he processed those words.
“We’ll talk later.”
With that, Namjoon and Jungkook were left alone in a room thick with tension. Jungkook’s expression was unreadable, but Namjoon was sure guilt was written all over his own face.
“Hi,” Namjoon said dumbly as he sat, cringing internally at the sad look in the other’s eyes.
“Sorry,” was all Jungkook said, not making eye contact. “I-”
“No, no,” Namjoon put a finger to his lips, “ I’m sorry.”
“Bu-”
“I said no,” Namjoon smiled lightly, moving his finger to boop Jungkook’s nose. “This was my fault,
“I am one hundred percent the biggest asshole,” Namjoon raised his eyebrows, “a dick. A huge dick. You shouldn’t be sorry.”
Jungkook only pouted.
“You did nothing wrong,” the elder said slowly, hoping Jungkook believed him, “I snapped at you because I’ve been awake for almost four days straight, and that’s my own fault.”
“I’m acting like a baby though,” Jungkook mumbled. Tired or not, he still thought Namjoon was right.
“No, you’re not,” Namjoon sighed. “And even if you were, what’s so wrong with that?”
“I’m not a baby...but,” Jungkook paused, suddenly smirking.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You told Mingyu I was your baby,” Jungkook grinned, “remember that?”
“Did I say that?” Namjoon quickly went red in the face.
“Sure did.”
“Well, I wasn’t wrong, I love babying you,” Namjoon chuckled. “Which means I’ll walk you anywhere you need me to.”
“Are you su-”
“Positive,” Namjoon squeezed him, “anything for you.”
“That is so unbelievably gay,” Taehyung gagged as he walked back in the room, “just get married already.”
“Were you eavesdropping?”
“Yes, Namjoon’s baby, I was.”
“That’s so rude.”
“What’s rude is Namjoon’s attitude lately.”
“I’m sorry, Tae,” Namjoon pouted as fiercely as he could, “I’m really sorry.”
“...Don’t look at me like that.”
[space butterflies]
[modelstatus added lovebugjoon]
cuddlymochi: is everything right in the universe again
modelstatus: yes thank god
sunshinehobi: NAMJOON YOU ABSOLUTE PRICK
sunshinehobi: ARE YOU OKAY
lovebugjoon: i’m sorry guys
lovebugjoon: that was just
lovebugjoon: unbelievably shitty of me
lovebugjoon: i’m sorry
sunshinehobi: YES BUT ARE YOU OKAY
lovebugjoon: define okay
cuddlymochi: ARE YOU PHYSICALLY OKAY
lovebugjoon: for the most part
cuddlymochi: OK COOL NOW EXPLAIN YOURSELF
lovebugjoon: :]
sunshinehobi: i love you sm joonie and i hope everything is okay
sunshinehobi: but dude you’ve been terrible
sunshinehobi: for real
lovebugjoon: i know
lovebugjoon: i don’t have an excuse for that
cuddlymochi: can you tell us what’s going on??
lovebugjoon: my dad has uh
lovebugjoon: been giving me a lot of shit for being behind
sunshinehobi: behind on what
lovebugjoon: graduating
cuddlymochi: huh
lovebugjoon: he wants me to graduate early
sunshinehobi: with all your majors???
lovebugjoon: yup
taeberry: NAMJOON’S DAD IS INSANE WE BEEN KNEW
lovebugjoon: so long story short
lovebugjoon: i tried to do all my work for this semester
lovebugjoon: and didn’t want distractions
lovebugjoon: or pity
lovebugjoon: so yeah
lovebugjoon: i became a demon
sunshinehobi: yes you did
cuddlymochi: JOONIE
cuddlymochi: YOU SOUND LIKE ME
cuddlymochi: AND THAT IS VERY BAD
lovebugjoon: i do don’t i
sunshinehobi: kings of locking themselves up and working themselves to death
cuddlymochi: :D
taeberry: but you know that’s all bullshit right joonie
taeberry: you’re super crazy smart and stuff
taeberry: you don’t need to graduate early
cuddlymochi: ^^^^
sunshinehobi: literally a prodigy on campus what else does this man want from you
lovebugjoon: idk
lovebugjoon: he gets like this sometimes
lovebugjoon: it doesn’t always bother me but he got to me last week :/
sunshinehobi: we’re here for you joonieeeee
sunshinehobi: don’t do that again :((
lovebugjoon: i hope i won’t
lovebugjoon: thank you guys for caring
lovebugjoon: even when i’m being terrible
cuddlymochi: we love u forever
cuddlymochi: is kookie okay
modelstatus: they’re cuddling rn
cuddlymochi: ew
lovebugjoon: i’m cuddling with you too
sleepysuga: taehyung is still in your bed
cuddlymochi: WHY
taeberry: i wanna have a sleep over w you
cuddlymochi: ????
cuddlymochi: you’re so random i stg
sunshinehobi: and everything is sunshine and rainbows again :)))