Seokjin paced around in the bedroom of their delux suite, continuously eying between the small ship shaped wall clock and the shut door of the washroom.

It had been ten minutes since Namjoon nearly collapsed on the terrace of the hotel, the older rushing him down to their room before the younger slugged into the washroom demanding to be left alone.

Seokjin called for him twice but got no response, his heartbeat raising a few decibels as he thought back to the cause of all this-- his words. 

He regretted it now. Completely and utterly regretted the uncalled-for truth slapping act he just did. Seokjin had known both things for the very beginning- about Jungkook being gay and about Namjoon still being in denial. But never before did he try to intervene in the other's family matters. It Just wasn't his place to speak!

Then why had it suddenly spilt itself today of all days? Why couldn't he control himself when the younger talked about his view of proper parenting? Referred to homosexuality as 'humiliation'? Everyone had different ways to do that right? Different opinions?

Then why was Namjoon's apparent homophobia making him this...anxious?

Before Seokjin could dwell upon the confusing thoughts muddling his head, the door of the washroom creaked open.

The blonde looked up to find him in different clothes, more comfortable ones with a black button up over loose blue jeans. His hair was ruffled, washed down as a few droplets dripped onto the carpet. Seokjin couldn't help but wonder how he managed to look so youthful all the time.

"You okay?" The older asked, watching as Namjoon dragged himself across the room and plopped on the mono seat.

He simply nodded before reaching for his duffle and pulling out a pack of Newport.

"You smoke?" The younger grunted out, voice hoarse. Seokjin shook his head and joined him on the couch to the left. Namjoon nodded, jabbing his stick between his lips, lighting it up.

A few moments passed with neither knowing what to say. Then Namjoon sighed, clearing his throat.

"I hope you don't mind hyung," he said not looking at him, "I needed this. It's only occasional though..."

"No I don't mind anything," Seokjin was quick to answer, suddenly finding his dying voice, "but did you? I'm sorry yah Namjoon-ah! That whole thing was utterly uncalled for and two-X times rude--"

"Mmm" the younger hummed, bringing his gaze to look directly into his eyes, "There's nothing to be sorry about hyung. You weren't wrong."

"But it wasn't exactly my place to talk--"

Namjoon shook his head, signalling Seokjin to stop the guilty rant already. The older quickly complied, sighing softly at how the events turned out to be, unlike the earlier plan which was now almost forgotten.

"I need a drink, think the party is still on now?"

Seokjin looked at his watch and then back at the younger who waited for an answer.

"It is. Yoongi texted us to meet him down there ten minutes ago."

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"Yo, What's up with Richman Kim?" Yoongi frowned looking over his uncle's shoulder, at the lost almost depressed looking man buy himself a drink at the bar counter.

"He's-- well slightly tired nothing else. You tell me, why'd you text?" Seokjin asked him instead making the younger frown deeper.

"What do you mean why?" He questioned gradually making his way up to the said depressed man, "Don't you guys wanna know what happened with the plan?"

Namjoon turned his head and gave a pointed look at the silver head.

"M'not interested," he rasped before going back to chugging down his scotch in one bout.

Yoongi was sure his eyebrows reached his hairline. The CEO wasn't interested to know what happened about the break up plan? The very reason they'd gone through so much?

"Uncle, I don't understand!" Maybe it was the first time someone heard Yoongi whine like a schoolgirl.

"What does he mean by he's not interested? I mean that's a straight 180 from a 0!? How?"

Seokjin sighed pulling the younger a little away from the blackened soul drowning in alcohol.

"I told you he's tired... And a little drunk. Don't mind him but tell me what happened. Did Tae catch the two together or not?"

Yoongi still looked confused but shrugged it off resuming his expressionless face.

"Yeah," he replied straightening his collars, " everything happened just as planned."

"What? Tell me everything!"

The way his uncle's mood swung about like a frisbee was beyond his understanding but at this point Yoongi thought it was better to just get it over with the dumb Ajhussis already.

"So after the kid takes the girl to his room to help her with the weird stomach problem she pretended to have, hoseok and I snuck upto his room and locked them in with the duplicate key card Hobi stole from the reception. As expected, Taehyung arrived in the next 5 minutes looking for the younger and found the door locked. He was about to leave when he heard some noises from behind closed doors, touché. Then he uses his own card to open up and bam! Finds the two of them together in the bedroom!"

By the time Yoongi finished narrating the events, Seokjin's eyes had splayed wider than full moons. He really hadn't expected the idea to actually work! In fact for him the entire trip to Vegas was nothing but a waste of time (and money if you might add) and only God knew why he had agreed to be on it. Say what you may, but it definitely wasn't the man sitting at the bar right now, drinking up his worries.

"What then? What did Taehyung react like?"

The silver head shrugged.

"I don't know what went on inside because obviously I couldn't go in or something,but I think about 5 minutes later we saw Taehyung storming out of the suit. He looked pretty pissed to me."

Seokjin mumbled a small oh and slouched back on his seat. He was beginning to worry about how Taehyung was going to deal with all of this. Catching your lover with someone else could be traumatizing.

"If you're worried about Taehyung, he's with Cherry right now. The girl who helped us plan all of this? They headed to the poolside. And the other kid didn't leave his room at all." Yoongi informed,  making Seokjin nod back in relief.

"Hey where's Jimin by the way? Shouldn't he be by Taehyung?"

Yoongi stilled at the mention of the boy, hands going up to loosen the tie around his neck.

"Okay I might've lied a little. Not everything went as planned."

"Wait, what?" The blonde yelled suddenly, startling a few others around, "what did you do? Is it about Jimin? Did he--"

"He saw us spying over the two kids and started to spy on us instead. Thanks to Hobi, who saw him trying to hide  behind a potted plant with his hideous orange hair! Can you believe that little shit--"

"Yoongi what did you do with him? Where's he? Did he see anything? Tell anyone?" The older bombarded him with a flurry of questions, heart rate racing for the second time that evening.

"It's fine, we grabbed him on time," yoongi waved him off casually making Seokjin choke on his spit.

"What do you mean grabbed him?"

"Uh... Hobi might've literally hoisted the kid over his shoulder and brought him to our room? He's fine really... Just tied to the bed with a gag because he was being noisy. Don't worry too much uncle, Hobi is taking care of him right now." Yoongi said,  pressing a small smile that looked so sinister that Seokjin wanted to flee from his presence.

"Al-alright, take care of the kid you two-- huh-- make sure he doesn't remember much and you drop him back safely to his room next morning. Oh gosh I think I need a drink too..." Seokjin mumbled out the last part, ready to join his only sane accomplice(as of now) at the bar when the younger spoke up again.

"Make sure to avoid those tiny heart shaped sweets they give you at the bar, they have a dose or two of some tranquilizer and aphrodisiacs. If you don't wanna regret your stay in Vegas... that is. See ya!"
The silver head warded off back to the rooms, leaving him more confused than ever.

Seokjin began to slowly trace his steps back to the bar counter, only to find it empty.

He looked around, searching for the younger who had been there just five minutes ago but now was nowhere to be seen.

"Did you see the-the man sitting here, drinking? Where'd he go?" He tried asking around, suddenly feeling panic rise in his chest when he got no positive response. Namjoon was drunk and they were at a foreign country. Although he was very capable of taking care of himself, Seokjin couldn't help but be worried for him.

The older checked the overflowing men's washrooms, the lesser crowded hallways and corridors and yet got nothing.

He was on the last dimly lit corridor, heart beating fast as he took in the several bodies smushed together, making out roughly against the walls as smoke filled the air.

Seokjin was about to leave, when he was suddenly pulled to the side by his wrist. He let out a small squeal as his back met one of the walls, wrists raised and pinned above his head with a firm grip.

He looked up and almost forgot to breathe when he took in the younger's dark form, hovering over his own.

Namjoon leaned closer, his wet hair falling over darkened eyes that now held a different, almost predatory glint.

His slightly cigarette scented breath mixed with alcohol and something sweet, fanned his face making the older squirm in his grip.

"Na-namjoon, wh-what are y-you--"

"Shhh sh sh..." The ravenette shushed him, releasing one of his wrists to press a finger over his own lips.

Seokjin knew he was asked to shut up and so he did, suddenly feeling very  compliant in the younger's arms. His fluctuating heartbeat, deafened his own hearing.

"I'd been looking for you... Hyungg--" Namjoon slurred slowly, lifting his eyes to meet the older's honey brown ones.

"W-why?" The blonde managed to let out.

"I... Nghh.. I don't feel quite good."

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To be continued... ;)

What do you think happened to Joon? ':)