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Namjoon is crossing his arms, tapping the tip of his left black leather shoes. Standing against the door of the meeting room, in which holds eight busiest men in Seoul, Namjoon is ought to feel worried and nervous. Jungkook assured him that he will make Taehyung change his mind of staying in the director's chair and both of them will arrive in an hour's time.

Apparently, an hour and a half have passed since they talked. Namjoon hisses out all the frustration building inside of him.

Something does not feel right. Something has surely gone wrong.

Namjoon has already sensed it, from the moment he met Taehyung at his house in-matter-of-factly, despite the established faith he carries for Jungkook. It is probably the usual negativity that is trying to create doubts and problems in their plan. As Jungkook has persistently convinced him, everything is going according to what they have expected.

They are at the last stage. Namjoon is here, the investors are here too and Jungkook will never leave Taehyung out of his sight.

Taehyung has no route to escape in this. Although that stubborn genius can cook up a counter within his fingertips, he will not ever defy his father. Namjoon is totally certain about that.

“Aigoo,” Namjoon huffs restlessly. “Should I call him? It can blow our cover.”

The door of the meeting room clicks open. A large man in a perfectly iron-pressed navy tux and a contrasting peach-coloured silky tie exits with an air so tensed that Namjoon finds it so suffocating. The smartly dressed man's wrinkles had made him look naturally menacing. Namjoon faces the man promptly, bowing with upmost respect.

“Hui Jang Nim (Chairman)!” Namjoon gives his loudest salutation to his uncle who is also the chairman of investors. “Mianhamida. I'm aware that you have waited-“

“Where the hell is Tae-ah?” the elder demands in his deep hollow voice.

Namjoon flinches, delaying his return to stand upright. “Allow me to go and check myself, Hui jang Nim.”

“Wait, ah deul.”

Hearing the chairman call him son, Namjoon finds the courage to meet his eyes. “Ye, uncle?”

“Knowing my own son, he's probably not in this building anymore.”

“Eh?” Namjoon has his eyes widened. “But why would you say that?”

Mr. Kim lets out a shallow chuckle and smirks. “I know what you are planning to do today, Namjoon. I think you have not learnt your lesson ever since he thrashed you back then.”

Namjoon allows a despicable frown impressed on his face. “Bringing up the past again, Uncle. I feel that you have underestimated me.”

“Tae-ah cannot be stopped.”

Clearly being belittled by Mr. Kim, Namjoon snorts defensively. “I'm not working alone. You'll be surprised who has been dirtying his hands for the sake of your son's future.”

“Well,” Mr. Kim bulges his lower lip implying disbelief. “When someone is deprived of the richness and pleasure of the world, I suppose he can stoop as low as a miserable rat to earn my trust.”

“Kim Hui Jang Nim!” Namjoon fires back a yell, easily offended by the way his uncle perceives his underhand people like Jungkook.

“Hajima,” Mr Kim snaps back and raises a brow. “You have wasted enough of my time. Do you think my time can be spent on a game by retards like him? I'm leaving now.”

Namjoon flinches, holding two hands up to stop him. “You can't leave. What about the others who came for this? Won't it affect your reputation as well as the company's?”

“Forget it. You both lost.”

“But Uncle!”

“If I were you, I would be searching for that rat by now,” Mr. Kim spits angrily. “Tae-ah gave you a bruised eye and a broken rib when he was only 7 years old.”

The unexpected reminder of how violent Taehyung was instantly triggers frightening memories from Namjoon’s mind. He involuntarily steps back.

Mr. Kim narrows his eyes, showing both pride and worry. “He could've probably killed that rat for going against him.”

“He can't be...” Namjoon mutters hesitantly.

“Yah, why do you think I actually allowed him to have his own company at such a young age?!” Mr. Kim shouts without holding back. “It is because I can still control him with the help of my trusted employees. He can still do whatever he wants as long as he is sitting in that chair. And now you two are trying to take that away from him?! Of course, he will embrace this chance and cut ties with us!”

Mr. Kim's explosive voice has triggered his assistants to intrude the scene as they stand at both sides of the elder. Mr. Kim blows a loud breath, expressing nothing more than utter disappointment. He tightens his tie hastily before giving one last look at the stunned young man.

“If my son has thrown his fists on you even when you were the only hyung he had back then, who knows what he could do to his only friend?”

Mr. Kim leaves his question in the air as he marches away with his people. Namjoon has tremors quaking throughout his body and before his brain can register everything his uncle has said, his legs are already carrying him into a furious dash down the corridor.

“Jebal, jebal, jebal!”

Namjoon prays that Jungkook is not hurt. Why didn't he even consider that Taehyung could have hurt Jungkook?

Was he blinded by the faith and assurance given by Jungkook? Or was it because the violent fearless Taehyung has perfectly masked himself as a harmless innocent man whose very reason to exist is to find his long-lost brother?

Jabbing the button of the elevator, Namjoon paces around to occupy himself while the doors slide open. He rushes in and brings himself to the office. In spite of the curious looks from people around him, Namjoon pursues his emergent run to the head office where he opens the door swiftly, with a loud call of Jungkook's name.

Unfortunately, he is not responded like he is supposed to.

Scarce of oxygen from the spontaneous run, Namjoon waits for his blurry vision to clear and make sense of the things he is seeing in the office.

Instead of blood splatters or broken furniture, as they are the pictures that haunted his mind, Namjoon is welcomed by the sight of a struggling young man lying on his stomach and a hand reaching up to him.

“Jungkook!”

Namjoon comes down to Jungkook's level and he meets bloodshot teary eyes. A sob surfaces from Namjoon but he restrains himself from succumbing to his worries. He quickly slips his hands under the younger lad's armpits, carrying him up to the couch.

As soon as Namjoon sits the young lad safely, he yells for someone to call the ambulance. He then searches for any sign of injury on Jungkook's body and he double-checks every source of pulse on his body.

Elated from the absence of blood and the sound pumping of his heart, Namjoon sniffles before pulling out his handkerchief and dapping it in the dongsaeng's glistened sweaty skin.

“Oh god, Jungkook,” Namjoon whimpers. “What did he do? Can you move? Yah, did it hurt anywhere? Tell me, jebal.”

“Hyu... hyung.”

Namjoon leans closer as the voice is weak but it speaks volumes of pain and helplessness.

“Mian.”

“Aigoo! Forget it!” Namjoon yelps in exasperation. “We need to get you checked! Aigoo, why can't you move? Why are you like this? Mianhae, Jungkookie! For not checking on you any earlier, aish!”

A teardrop rolls down Jungkook's cheek and his eyelashes flutter down, closing his eyes. He found security in the presence of Namjoon next to him, who is still feverishly checking every part of his immobile fleshed vessel.

Nobody can imagine how scared and lonely Jungkook is after Taehyung left him in that state.

It is much scarier than death itself.

---

“Here's your regular hot mocha and chocolate truffle cake! Have a nice day!”

Hoseok presents the purchased goods to the last customer in line. He then washes the items used to making that drink in a nearby sink behind the counter. As he attends to the washing, he glances at the counter just in case there is any customer waiting to be served.

It is already one hour past noon. The lunch crowd is decreasing in number as the time passes. There are not many offices located near the cafe but surely there are always customers dropping by to indulge in the beverages which are handsomely created by the handsome and attractive owner himself. The popularity of the brand cafe continues to flourish since its launch a month ago. As long as the quality and aroma are maintained, customers will regularly come and stay loyal to the brand.

With the opportunity of no customers at the counter, Hoseok enters the dining area and gathers the used cups and plates. He returns to the back of the kitchen, intending to place the items into the sink and striking a quick conversation with Jin.

He is instead stood at the door, ignoring the weight in his two hands as he watches Jin hold a bottle of soap and singing an unfamiliar song.

Don’t worry, love
None of this is a coincidence
We’re totally different, baby
Because we’re the two who found our destiny

From the day of the universe’s creation and beyond
Through the infinite centuries and beyond
In the previous life and maybe the next too
We’re eternally together

“Omo!”

Hoseok exclaims loudly, causing Jin to drop the bottle in the sink and flinch so expressively that anyone thought he had a cardiac arrest.

“That was amazing, yah, Jin Hyung! You can really sing, omo! Why didn't you tell me earlier?!” Hoseok speaks excitedly, his face glowing as bright as the sun.

Jin flexes his arms forward and blows a long breath. “Aigoo, Hope! You almost scared the shit of me. Don't do that ever again, jinja!”

“Ne, ne! What is that song you just sang? It really got some beat!”

Jin smiles shyly. “Have you heard of a Korean rapper who resides in L.A.?”

“Omo!” Hoseok quickly drops the tray of dirty plates at a nearby table. “Do you mean Rap Monster? Kim Namjoon-ssi?!”

Jin nods with a chuckle. “Yes! That is a teaser of his new song that will be released soon. Aigoo, being his big fan, I'm totally aware of his antics in releasing songs and it will take ages to hear from him again. In matter of fact, he is taking a hiatus for Gods know how long!”

“Aigoo, Jinja! I love him too! I can't wait to hear his songs again!” Hoseok skips on his feet in pure excitement.

“Me too!”

“Yah!”

Jin and Hoseok turn at the sudden yell from the other side of the kitchen, both jumping after being startled by none other than their manager, Sunho.

The tall man perches his hands on the sides and frowns deeply. “What the hell are you two doing? Making so much noise?! I will fire both of you!”

Jin bites his lower lip and bows his head alittle. “Mianhae. I will get back to work.”

Hoseok looks at Jin in disbelief. Jin must have been in a really good mood, giving in to the manager that easily. Plus the fact he is singing, Hoseok is free of worry. He is truly impressed by Jin's maturity as compared to the childishness Sunho portrays.

The manager watches intently as Jin resumes his work, whistling away. Hoseok simply bows at Sunho who seems to try and converse with him. Hoseok leaves the kitchen immediately, praying in his heart that his absence is not a chance given for Sunho to bully Jin.

In matter of fact, Hoseok wants to believe that Jin is able to handle things himself by now.

Ringing is heard from the counter and Hoseok rushes to the sound. He encounters the back of a young man wearing a loose ochre yellow jumper, contrasting well with his blonde hair.

Hoseok takes a deep breath and chimes, “Anneyo Haseyo, customer! How can I help you?”

“Anneyo,” the blonde man replies, turning around. “You really made me wait. I don't like waiting.”

“Omo! Jin’s friend-Hyung!” Hoseok cheers and gives a loud clap, slowly tilting with hope that he can inform Jin.

Yoongi waves at him frantically. “Yah hajima! Don't tell him yet. I'm here for you- yah your coffee. Ani ani! Your shop's coffee.”

Hoseok nods happily. “Araso, Jim’s friend- Hyung!”

“Just call me Yoongi.”

“Ani!” Hoseok shakes his head. “I want to respect you, Hyung. You are Jin's friend and so you are like a big brother to me.”

Feeling his ears and cheeks churn in red, Yoongi slams his hand on the counter. “Stop wasting time, yah. Talking about him with me, after I already waited for you. Is this how you treat your customer? Aish Jinja.”

“M-mianhamida. W-what drink do you like to have?” Hoseok maintains his smile, figuring out that Yoongi can be scary as compared to Jin. “Our signature drink today is caramel-“

“Just hot black Americano to go.”

Hoseok gulps after being interrupted. He senses impatience in Yoongi as the lad takes out his phone and is now scrolling the feed in his SNS page. Hoseok keys in the drink and informs him the price of the drink. The transaction between them becomes silent until Hoseok returns the change and accidentally touches Yoongi's palm, making the older one flip his hand away.

“Mianhamida!” Hoseok apologises in the instance, picking up the change on the counter.

What Hoseok does not know is that his touch sends electric shock throughout Yoongi's body.

How can Yoongi compose himself? The lad that has been in his mind for the past few days accidentally touched him. Yoongi almost screams at the contact of their skin even though it was hardly significant to be called a touch.

Hoseok is just being his naive innocent self, not aware how his existence in Yoongi's life now has affected the latter's life. He only regards Yoongi as Jin's friend. The only mistake he would have done is to assume they both have the same personality.

With this just short exchange between them, Hoseok understands their differences in which Jin can be friendly and openly caring while Yoongi intimidates people and probably shows that he cares by reprimanding and evasion.

Nonetheless, Hoseok finds Yoongi brave with his honesty and has this similar aura as Kim Taehyung, which simply says 'I can be nice but don't try to mess with me.’

In clear denial of being flustered, Yoongi slaps Hoseok's hand away. “Hajima! I can pick them up myself!”

Hoseok winces quietly and shakes his head. “Ani! Let me do it! Aigoo how careless I am!”

Yoongi slaps his hand away again. Hoseok yelps in pain yet persists to help. Their argument turns into a competition of whoever collect the most coins first. At the sight of the last coin rolling to the floor, the two of them dip down and neither of them get their hands on the coin.

Their heads bump to each other instead. While Hoseok groans and mutters apologies repeatedly, Yoongi embraces the sight of being inches close to the redhead. His flawless skin and shiny white teeth are second to none. As he is used to see acne and oily skin of his basketball mates, Hoseok's skin is like the smoothest skin ever.

Damn Yoongi is inclined to caress his face.

“Genchana, Yoongi Hyung?”

Instead of replying, Yoongi taps one fingertip on Hoseok's forehead, where the glimmer of red starts to emerge. Just when Yoongi discovers the angelic perfect face, he is the one who imprints a flaw on it.

“Yoongi-Hyung?” Hoseok utters his name with absolute caution.

Yoongi connects his gaze with Hoseok's. “Does it hurt?”

“Eh?”

“It’s red.”

“Min-Hyung, what about yours? Let me check yours.”

Yoongi barely heard Hoseok as he is engrossed on the red bump that ruins the face of his admiration. When Hoseok reaches his hand that shades Yoongi's view, Yoongi jumps on impulse and hits his head on the counter above him. It is a loud bang, shocking people around them.

Hoseok hurriedly comes around the counter and approaches Yoongi who flinches even more when he sees Hoseok.

“Are you alright, Yoongi-Hyung?! Your head-”

“Hajima! Don't touch me. Hurry up and make my drink. I paid for it, yah!” Yoongi yells, striking more attention on them.

Hoseok begins to frown, hesitating to leave Yoongi. He does not understand what he did wrong that could have formed this tension between them. Feeling upmost guilty, Hoseok bows quietly and runs to making Yoongi's Black Americano. He returns with the drink to go and a deep apologetic speech on his lips.

When Hoseok reappears in Yoongi's sight, Yoongi grabs the drink without a glance on Hoseok. He leaves impatiently, rubbing his head out of rage.

“Aish! What the hell is wrong with you, Min Yoongi?” Yoongi chides at himself.

He stops for a moment and looks behind. He widens his eyes when he captures the sight of Hoseok through the glass doors. The barista is standing still, looking at him back. When Yoongi connects his eyes with Hoseok, the younger lad notices as he forces out a smile and waves at his customer.

Yoongi looks away and grits his teeth. “I’m a stupid asshole. Why did I make him do that face? Aish, I just killed my first impression!”

Yoongi marches away as quick as he can. Hoseok however drops his shoulders dramatically, feeling horrible after that incident. He can feel Yoongi's hatred marked on him. Yoongi probably will make Jin stop being friends with him.

The door from the kitchen opens and Jin pops his head out. He finds Hoseok standing outside the counter, appearing lost and quiet.

“Hoseokie?” Jin calls, eventually standing next to the door. “What happened? I heard a loud bang. Did a customer pick a fight with you?”

Hoseok turns around and pouts at Jin. “I think I made Yoongi-Hyung hate me.”

Jin gawks at what he just heard. Firstly, that idiotic friend came over without telling him. Secondly, he tried to pick a fight with Hoseok. Jin is indeed angered with the news but something else bothers him even more.

That red bump on Hoseok's forehead.

Oh hell. Jin gulps as his eyes flick to the clock.

He is going to get hell from Chimchim.

---

Ten minutes before the shift ends, the cafe is finally empty, cleaned and dark. It is time to go home. Jin rushes to his locker, trying to leave the premise and planning to return to the dormitory so that he can confront Yoongi.

Just why the hell did he come and harrass Hoseok like that?! Does he know Hoseok has a guardian who has a hot temper?! Jin huffs angrily, his fingers itch to grab Yoongi by the shirt and shake some sense in him.

Just when Jin opens the locker door, it is slammed shut almost violently that there is a dent on the metal frame. Jin holds his breath, only moving his eyes to the corner where the dark haired dongsaeng smirks so evilly that the hairs on the back of Jin's neck stand.

“Anneyo Jin Hyung,” Jimin greets in a tone so intimidating that the pause is a warning itself. “Going back so early?”

Jin breaks into a fake laughter. “Aigoo! I have been away from my dormitory for a few days and I have to be back before I get into trouble. So I see you tomorrow, okay, Jiminie?”

Jin opens his locker door, but Jimin keeps it shut again.

“This guy named Yoongi, is he a friend of yours?”

Jin flinches at the sound of the name. “Well, yeah but I can explain-“

Jimin slips his arm over Jin's broad shoulders and pulls him closer. “There is no need for explanation. Just tell me where I can find him.”

“Ji-Jimin!” Jin struggles to breathe in the headlock. “You need to listen to me first.”

“Yah. I don't need it. He dared to mark my Hyung like that. I should return him the same. Maybe abit more obvious mark, ne, Jin-Hyung?’

“Aigoo, Jimin! It was an accident, Araso?”

Jimin snorts. “I will make it like an accident if that makes you happy.”

“Yah!”

Jin manages to unlock himself and he pushes Jimin far from him. Jimin chuckles and holds out a phone. Jin gasps as he pats the pockets of his pants, seeing his mobile phone in Jimin's hand.

“Yah, give it back!” Jin opens his palm, demanding the younger lad to come and give it to him.

Jimin hums checking the screen. “V? What does that mean?”

Jin reluctantly blushes. “Don't look, Hajima!”

“Why would you put a letter V as your wallpaper? Are you an alien?” Jimin teases.

“Hand it over right now!” Jin yells out of embarrassment. “Don’t invade my privacy, little punk. Don’t make me angry. You don’t want to see me angry.”

“Tell me where I can find Yoongi.”

“Listen. You will not want to mess with him. He has a basketball team behind him.”

“Found him.”

“Eh?”

Jin does not realise that Jimin was searching through his contacts. Jimin places the phone at his ear and waits. Jin is about to take a step forward when Jimin smiles widely and greets the other side.

“Yeobseyo.”

Jin clicks his tongue, feeling irritated that Yoongi has to be free and answer his call.

“What’s up?” Yoongi slurs, as he puts away his basketball which he was bouncing earlier.

“Just tell me where are you right now.”

Yoongi pouts. “You sound different. What happened to your voice?”

“Tell me where are you now.”

“Yah!” Yoongi displays his temper. “What the hell is wrong with you? Ordering me around out of nowhere, I will kick your ass!”

Jimin hisses and looks at the screen of the phone. Jin is somehow relieved that Yoongi is not that stupid as he thought he would be. And knowing his temper, Jin can tell Yoongi is not going to be easy for Jimin to prey on.

Jimin breathes out a loud one. “If you don’t tell me where you are now, I will beat your friend up and you won’t get to see him again.”

“What?” Yoongi breaks into a sinister laughter. “You want to beat him? Yah kiseki! You tell me where the hell you are right now!”

Jin can hear Yoongi's yell from where he is standing. He is so urged to face-palm this situation that he cannot even look at Jimin in the eyes. He almost wants to walk away and pretends any of this happened.

He does not want to be infected by their idiocy.

“Meet me at the park near the cafe. Araso?” Jimin says and ends the call without listening to Yoongi's answer.

The phone is tossed back to Jin who catches it by the hands. Jimin turns away and leaves the locker room without a word. Jin cusses and quickly unpacks his things so he can catch the two of them in time. As soon as he leaves the cafe, Jimin is nowhere in sight.

“Jin Hyung!”

Jin turns around and sees Hoseok with a white bandage on his head. “Ah, Hoseokie.”

“Aigoo, Jimin just left me,” Hoseok complains as he closes the doors of the cafe behind him. “He was in such a hurry. Did he tell you where he'd go?”

Jin smiles a little. “Ani. He didn’t say anything.”

“Weird. Oh well, are you going to back to your dormitory today?”

“Ye!” Jin starts to step away. “Yah Hope. Which way is to the park?”

Hoseok bats his eyes in surprise. “The park? It's on your left.”

“Gomawo! See you tomorrow!” Jin runs off in lightning speed, leaving Hoseok dumbfounded.

“Why is everyone in such a hurry?” Hoseok grunts. “Did I miss anything?”



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Oops that took me long to update. Some Door and Hopemin moments hehe. Hope you are enjoying this story so far! Thank you for reading!