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SITTING on the bed with a tense posture, Taehyung fiddles with the hem of his sweater restlessly as he watches the leader pace back and forth within the space of their room.
The constant movement was infuriating and made him feel lightheaded. He wants to shake Namjoon's shoulders to get him to stay still but he wasn't sure that'd be a great idea.
"Stop doing that." Taehyung shatters the reticence that had fallen upon them ever since they entered the room. The leader eventually pauses in his step to turn toward him.
"Doing what?" His voice was inexplicably irritated and coarse.
"Just... walking back and forth like that—" Taehyung exclaims in exasperation. "It's making me go crazy!"
For some reason, Namjoon gets even more restless. Instead of sitting down as the younger hoped, he begins to pace all over again.
Taehyung swallows down his irritability, deciding to study the wall beside him as though it were the most fascinating thing in the world while images of the scene from before continue to flicker in his mind.
The man had snorted at Namjoon's question, not recognizing the sheer threat cloaked beneath the words. Instead, he'd plainly repeated his earlier statement - even going so far as to recommend that the tall male 'test it out' himself.
Face contorted in anger, eyes dark and hooded, Namjoon had grasped the collar of the man's shirt and hurled him to the nearest table. All sorts of plastic utensils and condiments ended up scattering upon the floor as he'd drawn back an arm to swing.
That was all it took before Taehyung had snapped out of his horrified trance and reeled forward, managing to ultimately get the leader off after struggling and sputtering incomprehensible pleads. By that time, however, the leader had already punched the man twice.
Even as he'd finally pulled the older out of the building, Taehyung apologized profusely over and over again until the store owner had shaken her head and begged him to just leave before things got worse.
And now, here he was with a worked up leader who had yet to simmer down. Meanwhile, the younger had given up and simply stayed withdrawn in either shock or resignation, he couldn't tell.
"Why did you stop me?"
Taehyung's gaze flickers upward at the abrupt question, his breath getting caught in his throat when he sees that the leader had finally paused to study him, brows knit together with an indecipherable expression.
"Because you were overreacting." Taehyung quietly responds conclusively.
"Over... overreacting?" Namjoon stammers, a laugh of incredulity escaping him. "How was I overreacting?"
He doesn't answer, biting his lip as the leader watches him with a lifted brow. Taehyung ends up glancing down at his lap, breaking eye contact.
When Namjoon notices the way the younger's shoulders had sagged, head lowered so that his hair would hide his eyes, he presses his lips together as a muscle in his jaw twitches.
