Sugar Rush

57

Namjoon was on closing duty tonight. And to say that he hated it was an understatement. But because he had spring break and he was free, Heechul gave him the closing duty. He couldn't even make an excuse to teach Gulf, now that his exam was over. Before closing, he had to clean the cafe and see if everything was closed and locked, throwing the trash and giving the leftovers to the organisation that came to collect them and then distribute them among those who needed them. The past two weeks have been like a dream for Namjoon. He had a boyfriend that he never in his dreams thought he could get. On top of it, The Kim Seokjin was his boyfriend. They had gone to two-three discrete dates away from the media. They didn't want the circus of the media to record their dates. Seokjin wouldn't mind what they wrote about him, but he definitely didn't want Namjoon to be dragged along and exposed to the people. He will of course show off Namjoon to the world, but it was too soon for that. Namjoon sighed heavily and looked at the clock.

Perfect.

Time to close. The first thing he did was turn the open sign to close and then went inside to clean the place. It took him exactly half an hour to close the cafe. He tossed the keys in the little secret window by the shop so that the person opening could take it. He checked his phone and a smile quickly formed on his lips.

2 new messages from Jin hyung❤️.

He opened the thread immediately.

Jin hyung❤️

Are you coming home today?

When will you reach here?

Yes, I am going there.

I will be there in half an hour.

Just closed Heechul hyung's cafe.

Without waiting for a response, he locked the phone and started walking towards the bus station. The days were getting warmer day by day. But he loved the smell of newly growing flowers and the smell of earth. Nothing looked more pretty than the cherry blossom. Though in Korea, the cherry blossoms weren't as pretty as in Japan, they still made Namjoon happy. Should he buy a bonsai tree of cherry blossoms? Nah! He won't be able to take care of it right now. Maybe after a few years. The bus station was in his sight and he sighed. Just half an hour and he'll be in the arms of Seokjin. Just the thought of it thrilled Namjoon to his bones. As he was about to reach the station, someone covered his head with a black bag.

"Hey!" Namjoon tried to resist, but three people came behind him and threw him in a van. "Let me go!"

"Shut the fuck up." One of the men shouted.

"I said let me go. You won't be able to get away with this." Namjoon shouted back. The men hit Namjoon on his head with something and slowly his eyes felt heavy. His hands were tied to the back of his body and slowly, he lost his conscience.

~

"Why is he not moving?"

Namjoon heard some voices around him. His head hurt like hell and he felt like something was dripping from his forehead. His eyes felt heavy and with great difficulty, he finally opened his eyes to close them again due to the lights around. "Fuck." He groaned.

"He is awake." Someone spoke, "So stop being a jerk."

Namjoon was finally able to open his eyes slightly. When he saw the figure in front of him perfectly, he chuckled, "Kwang Min. Of course." when he saw around himself, he was in a dark alley with a few working street lights, sitting on a chair with hands tied on the back. There were exactly 7 men excluding Kwang Min surrounding him.