In The Dark

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    It was around three o'clock in the afternoon, and Jungkook and I had been laying on my bed watching a movie on his laptop when, suddenly, someone had knocked at the front door. This was the first time I had heard of anyone  coming by since I had moved upstairs, at the very least. 
    “Wait here. I'll be right back” he quickly paused the movie and slid off the bed and went to answer the door.
   
I could hear his voice, in addition an unfamiliar one, and I heard mumbling, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. After what seemed like a few minutes, Jungkook came back in the room, but before I could ask him who the person was he cupped his hand over my mouth to silence me.
   
“It's one of my co-workers” he whispered hurriedly,  “stay here quietly. He can't know you're here.”
    I nodded, signalling that I understood and he rushed out of the room. I decided to try and take a nap, as I figured they would probably be awhile since it concerned his work, which prompted a thought: I still had no idea what Jungkook did for a living.

    After about 20 minutes of attempting to sleep, to no avail, I decided it wasn't worth it and decided to occupy myself with a game. I pulled out my phone and opened one of the many games I had installed beforehand to alleviate my boredom.

That was a total mistake. To my extreme surprise the volume had been turned  on, loudly. 
   
“What was that?” The unfamiliar voice said, as I suddenly heard footsteps curiously approaching the door.

    “Oh, um... That...  Uh...  Don't go in there.” Jungkook sounded frantic as the door opened. I tried to hide, without success. Instead I had just hurt myself falling off of the bed with a loud thud, to my dismay. They both stepped through the door and saw me laying on the floor.
    “Yugyeom this is Suga” Jungkook said with a sigh, gesturing to me.
“I've been taking care of him for a while. He used to be a trainee”
    That wasn't entirely untrue: he had been looking after me, and I was a trainee before he brought me here.
Yoongi, he abducted you, stop trying making it sound innocent. Stupid.
   
The other man, who I now knew was named Yugyeom, extended his hand to introduce himself, but I had been frozen in place with embarrassment and a creeping fear that Jungkook would be angry. So I sat there, frozen, with the expression akin to a deer in the headlights.
    “He has social anxiety, he probably won't be comfortable shaking your hand” Jungkook interjected. “Suga, join us for dinner, Yugyeom is paying for Chinese takeout.” I nodded sheepishly and followed them, a few steps behind, to the dining room.

    I took a seat next to Jungkook at the round, dark, mahogany table, which was insanely large given that the only people who were ever seated at it were myself and Jungkook, and that we had always sat next to each other.
Yugyeom sat across from Jungkook and they continued a conversation I assume they had been having earlier.
    “So as I was saying,” Yugyeom began “The boys have been getting better in their vocals, but I still don't think they're debut ready. We can't set a date yet”
    “They already have a huge fan base who doesn't care if their vocals get any better. They've been so patient too.” Jungkook replied , almost immediately “Besides, November's still a few months away, they'll be ready, I promise.”
    “Ugh you're so stubborn. Fine. November it is. They'd better be ready.”
    The man scribbled out some words on a piece of paper and passed it across the table. Kookie signed his name at the bottom and slid it across the table smoothly, Jungkook then slouched into his chair.
    “Can we stop talking about work now?” he chuckled, though Jungkook was visibly tense. Does this man not notice that Jungkook is upset? 
    Before Yugyeom could respond to him the doorbell rang, and Jungkook stood up to answer it, assuming that it was the delivery man. Apparently Yugyeom decided this would be the perfect moment to get to know me. Of course. I began to sweat.
    “So how long have you known Jungkook?”
    “A few months.” that was technically true.
    “Did you meet him while you were a trainee?”
    “Yeah.” again, technically true.
    “Ah, you must have heard he was a great manager.”
    So that's what he does for a living!
“Yeah.” Not exactly...
    Just then, Jungkook rushed back into the room, with an obviously fake smile and fistfulls of the bags the food they had ordered came in. He set them on the table and took three plates out of the cupboard. We ate in silence majority of the time, with a few ‘Mm’s’ and some failed polite conversation.

    After our dinner, we made our way to the living room in an awkward group. I could tell once again that Jungkook was becoming agitated, seeing as Yugyeom hadn't left yet, and it didn’t appear like he had any intentions of doing so soon.
    We sat quietly for a few moments on the large sectional before the tension became overwhelming.
    I got up from my spot next to Jungkook on the couch with a polite ‘Excuse me’ and nod to Jungkook, and made my way through my bedroom to the bathroom.
    I decided to spend a couple extra minutes washing my hands, hoping that by the time I finished our visitor would be gone, and Jungkook would be calm again. When I came out Jungkook was standing in my room waiting for me. Once again, before I could ask questions, his hand was covering my mouth.
    He leaned close to me and whispered in my ear:
“Don't come back out, I'm going to tell him you're throwing up and that he has to leave.” 
Once again I nodded in understanding. I went back into the bathroom until I heard my bedroom door click behind Jungkook, before I entered the room again.
    “It must have been cheap takeout, Suga’s been throwing up, and  I have to look after him. Thanks for coming over. I'll see you tomorrow” Jungkook said, and punctuated his sentence with a small change in pitch, it was final.
I almost laughed at the attitude seeping into his voice.
Before Yugyeom had time to say a single word, I heard the shuffling of feet, and the door slammed shut.
   
Kookie sauntered his way back to my room, and we were finally able to  comfortably resume the movie we had been watching, before we had been so rudely interrupted.