Promises

27

Seokjin was in a state of shock. Did he just get punched? He winced as he felt the blood dripping on his cheek. He chuckled and looked at Jiwon, "Congratulations, Jiwon-shi. You finally hit rock bottom."

Jiwon rolled his eyes, "You can't survive without me, you fucking whore. No one is going to love you."

Seokjin started laughing, "Oh, please." He smirked, "I am actually happily married. To a man."

"So you go around spreading your legs for other men, huh? That was expected from a fag like you." Jiwon grumbled.

Seokjin winced, "Enough. I have heard enough. Let me leave before I call the cops."

Jiwon scoffed, "As if I'd let you."

He was about to slap Seokjin, but Seokjin held his hand, "Not anymore, Jiwon-shi. Not anymore."

Jiwon held Seokjin by his throat and banged him against the wall of the booth, "You were always weak, Seokjin-ah. Always a bitch." Seokjin was gasping for air, hitting Jiwon's hand continuously to let himself free. Jiwon landed another punch across Seokjin's face. Seokjin knew it was going to bruise badly. He was ready for another punch but it never came. Jiwon's hand was gone from his neck as well. He stood supporting the table, gasped for air trying to look up.

Jiwon was getting punched in the face by a man. Even when he was wearing a mask, Seokjin recognised him. He thanked the heavens that Namjoon was quick to come.

Namjoon turned back, "Hyung, are you alright."

Seokjin nodded, "Wat-" he pointed at the glass, "Water."

Namjoon got the glass. He placed a chair near Seokjin. After Seokjin sat there, Namjoon helped him drink some water. While Seokjin drank the water, Jiwon recovered from his beating. Namjoon turned back and stood between Jiwon and Seokjin. Jiwon was ready to land a punch on Namjoon. Namjoon just stood there, smirking. This pissed Jiwon more. He groaned and ran to Namjoon.

Seokjin worried, looked at Namjoon, "Joon-ah."

Jiwon tightened his fist and tried to punch Namjoon, but Namjoon didn't even flinch and the blow never came. Jiwon was held down by Namjoon's bodyguards. Namjoon scoffed, "Hyung is not weak. You are the one who is weak, Kang Jiwon. Next time, make sure to know where you are stepping and who you are standing against. Know you place, sseakiya*!"

Jiwon was taken away by the bodyguards. As soon as the door closed, Namjoon knelt in front of Seokjin and cupped his face, "Are you okay?"

Seokjin nodded, "Let's go home. Please?"

Namjoon nodded. "Can you stand?" Seokjin nodded again. As he stood up, he was a little wobbly. But he soon gained his balance. Namjoon held Seokjin's hand and led him out of the restaurant from the back door. The car was ready for them at the exit. The entire ride, none of them spoke anything. Seokjin was looking out of the car window, smiling softly. Namjoon was really worried about Seokjin but he didn't say anything to him.

As soon as they reached home, Seokjin went straight to the bathroom. Namjoon went to the room, following him to make sure he was okay, but Seokjin had already closed the bathroom door. After a while, Seokjin came out wearing a white t-shirt and shorts. Namjoon looked at him. He was really angry that Seokjin got hurt. The cuts on his cheek and lips were very prominent.

"Hyung." Namjoon patted the place beside him on the couch. Seokjin dumped the towel around his neck in the laundry basket and sat beside Namjoon. Namjoon took out a cotton swab from the first aid box. He slowly started cleaning Seokjin's wounds.

Seokjin hissed when the swab touched the wound

"Sorry." Namjoon looked at him with a worried expression. He blew lightly on Seokjin's wounds as he cleaned them. Seokjin's eyes fell on Namjoon's lips and he forgot that his wounds were being dressed, that they were stinging.

"Thank you," Seokjin said when Namjoon was done. "Thank you for setting the SOS in my phone. And also coming so fast."

Namjoon looked away, "I- I was just around the corner." When he realised what he had said, he looked at Seokjin defensively, "I mean, it's not that I was following you, I was there for work. I swear."

Seokjin chuckled, "I am glad you were just around the corner. I don't know what would have happened."

"I wouldn't have let anything happen to you." Namjoon winced again after saying that, "I mean, we are friends, right? And fri-" Namjoon was cut off in between as he felt lips on his mouth. He looked at Seokjin with wide eyes.

Seokjin sat back at his pace and smiled, "Thank you. For worrying about me. For picking me up from that pit. For taking me in, when I had nothing to offer. For marrying me, for loving me."

Namjoon was still in shock from the little peck. He cupped Seokjin's face, "If I cross the line today, I am sorry."

Seokjin chuckled, "You don't have to be sorry about it." He leaned in and connected their lips in a soft kiss. Namjoon sighed against the lips, moving them slowly. His other hand went to Seokjin's waist. When he tried to suck on Seokjin's bottom lip, Seokjin hissed.

Namjoon broke the kiss immediately and winced as well, "I am so sorry. Did it hurt?"

Seokjin started laughing at Namjoon. "I am fine." He touched the wound lightly, "Aish! That bastard really hit me hard. It's going to bruise badly." He gasped as he covered his mouth, "Fuck, Hobi is going to kill me for this."

Namjoon took his hands in his, "Don't go tomorrow."

"Can't skip it." Seokjin pouted, "It's exam season soon, the students will come with doubts."

Namjoon sighed, "Okay. But please take care." He looked at their hands, caressing Seokjin's knuckled with his thumbs, "I will apply for restraining orders tomorrow. But you will have to be careful till then."

Seokjin nodded, "Okay." He looked at their hands as well, "Namjoon-ah..."

"Huh?" Namjoon looked at him, eyes wide like an excited child.

Seokjin smiling brightly, "All these days when I lived with you, I realised what love is supposed to feel like. You were right. There shouldn't be a reason to love someone." He smiled shyly at Namjoon, "Namjoon-ah, I really like you."

Namjoon smiled brightly displaying his dimples. He cupped Seokjin's cheek and kissed Seokjin's forehead, "I love you too, hyung."

*It's a bad work in Korean.