Sugar Rush

12

The day was slow. Or he just wanted it to be slow. No, it was slow. Even the lecture he liked the most seemed to be dragging longer than usual. Namjoon sighed in relief as the bell rang and everyone started leaving. He stood up from his seat only to be pushed back. He flinched and looked up, "What do you want now?"

Miso glared at him, "Did you win a lottery?"

Namjoon rolled his eyes, "Mind your own business, Miso-shi."

"But," Miso continued ignoring Namjoon's warning, "Weren't you struggling to even pay for your food? How did you pay for the university?"

"For the last time," Namjoon got up and looked at Miso with a stern look, "Stop bothering me. I don't have anything personal with you and if you want to make it personal then you'll regret it. So stop coming in my way." He pushed his way through Miso and started walking out of the class.

"Or are you perhaps selling your body?"

Namjoon hated that he flinched at her words. He just prayed that Miso wouldn't have noticed it. Namjoon turned back and tilted his head, "Miso-shi, just because you do those sorts of things, does not mean everyone with monetary problems would do so as well."

Miso clenched his teeth, "How dare you! You fucking begg-"

"I told you," Namjoon interrupted her before she could say something, "don't make it personal or you'll regret it." He huffed and left the room. As soon as he entered an empty washroom, he shuddered a bit. She was right. He was selling his body for money after all. Why did it affect him so much when Miso pointed it out? And it was affecting him so much, then why did he agree? He looked at himself in the mirror as he felt a sense of shame slowly creeping up.

Don't think about it too much. The more you'll think about it, the more you'll want to back out.

Seokjin was right. Don't think about it too much. Just go with the flow. Namjoon looked at himself in the mirror, "Yeah, just go with the flow." He washed his face and left the university to go home.

As soon as he reached home, he was shocked when he heard shouting from the house. He entered the house and the shouting became more prominent.

"You don't understand! I think you don't want to understand at all."

It was jungkook. Who was he shouting at?

"Kookie, please! You know how it always ends."

Taehyung? Now Namjoon was really shocked. The couple, who had never even talked to each other in a loud voice, were fighting with each other. Jimin was sitting on the couch reading something from the laptop. Namjoon sat beside him, "What happened?"

"I don't know what's your problem? Can't you just meet him once?"

Jimin sighed, "Jungkook found a man to join their relationship but Tae refused to even meet him."

"I'm trying to protect you, kookie. He is going to be the same as everyone else."

"I'm not a kid anymore, hyung!" Jungkook came out of the room and slammed the door behind him. He looked at Jimin, "I'm going to the gym."

Jimin nodded, "Don't overwork yourself."

Jungkook left the house without reacting. Namjoon looked at the closed door with a worried expression. He tilted his head, "I hate playing counsellor."

He went to the kitchen and took out two cans of beer before going into the room. He knew knocking was useless so he went directly in. Taehyung standing on the balcony, looking at the sky outside. Namjoon gave one can to him, "What happened?"

Taehyung sniffled, "He wants me to meet a person he met a few weeks ago. How am I supposed to believe him that the man is serious?"

Namjoon hummed, "You know him? The man?"

Taehyung looked at Namjoon, "Even you know him. Jung Hoseok."

Namjoon choked on his beer and looked at Taehyung, "What?"

"Exactly!" Taehyung sighed, "And he doesn't understand that I'm saving him from a heartbreak."

Namjoon turned to Taehyung with a smile, "Are you saving Jungkook or yourself?"

Taehyung's eyes went wide, "What do you mean?"

"I think you know what I mean. Tell me one thing," Namjoon turned back to looking at the sky, "when was the last time when Jungkook told you to meet someone?"

Taehyung thought about it for a while, "About two years ago."

"Exactly." Namjoon took a sip from his can, "Taehyung-ah, Jungkook is not a kid anymore. He has learnt to read people from his experiences and now after two years, if he thinks that Hoseok-shi is serious about this, then what's the problem in meeting him one time?"

Taehyung sighed as he sipped from the can, "I don't know, it kinda seems off to me."

Namjoon shrugged, "It is your call after all. I trust whatever decision you make."

~

The reports were just as hard as it was to understand what the laws meant and how they worked. Not to forget that the professor was very hard to please. It took three days for Namjoon to write the reports. He groaned as he realised that he had wasted three days writing a two-page report. Who takes this long?

As he was going through the corridor to the teacher's lounge to submit the report, he heard some girls talk. He didn't want to overhear, but they were just talking so loudly that he heard everything. They were talking about a very pretty boy that had joined the first-year classes from that month. He was a foreigner and was filthy rich. Namjoon sighed as the lounge came into his sight. He knocked before entering the room.

Myungmin looked at him, "Ah, Namjoon. As expected. You are the first one to submit the reports."

Namjoon smiled a little and stepped closer to him, "Here are my reports."

"And here is mine."

Namjoon knew the voice too well. He controlled his urge to roll his eyes.

Myungmin raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Oh, Miso-shi! I didn't expect you to come this early. But good for you." His phone buzzed and he groaned, "Brat!" He looked at Namjoon and Miso and smirked. He put the reports on his desk and turned entirely to both of them, "Okay, I have a job for both of you. Whoever succeeds gets extra credit in my paper. This year and next year."

Namjoon's eyes had sparkles in them. He nodded enthusiastically, "I'll do it."

"It is not easy." He took out two cards and gave one to each of them. "This is the card of the best lawyer in Korea, Jung Hosoek. He was my junior. I want him to come here and give a lecture on something but he has been ignoring me. So whoever scores a lecture first wins. The lecture should be held next weekend. Preferably Saturday. Best of luck."

When they left the lounge, Miso chuckled, "I am getting that extra credit. No one can say no to my appa."

Namjoon shook his head and left her alone in the corridor. He could ask Seokjin to make Hoseok do the lecture, but he wanted to try doing this himself. He was going to be a lawyer after all. This was the right time to check his convincing power.