The Dance Teacher || Namseok

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It was now morning and Namjoon could be see wide awake in bed, his eyes open and staring aimlessly at the ceiling. He had been worried all night, stressing as to where Hoseok could've gone so late in the day. It's not like Hoseok would do anything too extreme though, that just wasn't the time of guy he was. But they really did have a disgusting fight that shouldn't have ever happened yesterday, so who really knows how Hoseok is feeling right now.

The guilt of the words Namjoon had shot at Hoseok was still encompassed within him, what type of person says all those hurtful things when all Hoseok had ever done was try to help? Even during the fight, Hoseok had the opportunity to talk back to Namjoon and even say cruel and personal things about him, but he didn't. He didn't even say anything nasty to Namjoon despite the actual truth, and that just depicted how much more mature Hoseok was compared to him, which is hard to admit.

Just as Namjoon was ready to close his eyes so he could sleep and distract himself from his saddened thoughts, he was suddenly taken aback when he heard the sound of the front doorbell ring, making him wonder as to who it could be? He glanced over at the little clock situated next to his side table and abruptly arose from his bed with widened eyes. It was five past nine.

Today was Namjoons first day on the job and he already screwed it up, how unexpected. Seokjin was already outside waiting for him meanwhile Namjoon was still in bed freaking out, angry at himself for being late on his very first day. What kind of impression is that on the boss? He must be thinking Namjoon's a slacker and fire him by now, ugh how could he have slept in! Which still doesn't make sense because he didn't even sleep at all!

The doorbell rang again and Namjoon's mind finally snapped into place. Without hesitation, he jumped out of bed and ran to his tall dresser, pulling out a pair of white jeans and plain button down shirt. He stripped himself out of his night clothes, accidentally tripping on his face when he tried to removed his pants. But there wasn't time to feel pain, instead after changing, he ran to Hoseoks bathroom with his toothbrush in hand to hastily brush his teeth and splash his face with cold water. 

There wasn't time to eat breakfast either, so instead, Namjoon ran past the kitchen until he finally made it to the front door, then reaching out his arm and opening it. He was met with Seokjin's handsome stature and bright grin, and it made Namjoon ultimately embarrassed because he was looking like an actual mud rat compared to him.

"morning joon, you ready?" he chirped.

Namjoon let out a heavy pant as he wiped his wet hands on his shirt, "ya i think so. sorry for making you wait, i accidentally slept in." That was a lie, he didn't sleep at all.

Seokjin shook his head and smiled, "don't worry about it, now come on, the business people are going to arrive any minute."

Namjoon nodded and quickly shut the door behind him. He walked behind Seokjin as they made their way to his car, and by the time they did, Namjoons jaw almost dropped to the floor. It was the most beautiful vehicle he had ever laid his eyes upon, its white beautiful shiny and smooth body, glistening windows and gold ringed tires made Hoseoks car almost look like literal dirt.

"holy shit jin, i didn't know you were rich." Namjoon awed as he walked around the car with wonderstruck eyes, softly touching its smooth surface with his palm, "how much was it?"

Seokjin chuckled and pulled out his keys, clicking the car button so the doors could open. "i'm not that rich, i just saved up my money haha. it wasn't that expensive either, only like a couple eighty thousand."

"only! i cant even make that much money in three years." Namjoon frowned, opening the side door and getting himself inside. Seokjin did the same, both men strapping themselves and finally starting the ignition.