Yugyeom POV

I really needed a drink.

Like, a lot.

And despite the fact that I'm not old enough yet, I somehow manage to get one. The same bar rings me up every time. They always believed I looked old enough. I wasn't complaining.

The door rings to make my presence known to the employees. I sat on an empty stool. In fact, a lot of the stools were empty since it wasn't exactly a busy night. It was calming.

The bartender looks at me as they clean a glass behind the counter. He was a young-looking man, in his 20's. I had to admit, he was handsome. His face looked like he could easily catch a role of an actor or a model. It was simply because of his smooth features, plump lips, and broad shoulders. He looked at me with recognition and nodded his head.

Of course Jin knew me. After all, I was a regular, wasn't I?

"Coming right up." The bartender left.

It turns quiet. The soft background chatter fills up the void. Kinda like how the neighborhood noise fills up the void back in the apartment. It's quiet there too. Not much noise has come from the twink at home I call Bambam. His whole persona changed when we confessed. I wonder what's wrong every time I see him. He isn't the same cheerful person I knew. It's awkward. It pains me that I don't know what's wrong with him. He doesn't tell me anything and avoids the subject like the plague. Aren't you supposed to share things with your partner? I try to get close to him, but no matter how close we are physically, he's miles away mentally. It's not only damaging to me but it's damaging to our 'relationship' (or whatever we are trying to develop right at the moment).

It took a while for my drink to come over. I looked over where Jin could be. He was making my drink, but the process was delayed. I saw why. A familiar pinked headed guy sat at the bar as well. He chatted away with the bartender, making me believe that's the only reason why he hasn't taken notice of me. He made Jin laugh a few times. I decide to listen to the last bit of their conversation since I had nothing better to do.

"So Jin, you like the color pink right?" Jin hummed in agreement.

"Well, how do you like my hair?" The man twirled a strand from his messy locks. Jin giggled.

"Alright Namjoon, enough with these lines. I need to go back to serving this guy." Jin gestures to me and I watched as Namjoon turn to look at me. His face lights up.

Crap...

"Yugyeom? Is that you?" He calls to me. I reluctantly nodded. "It's me, Namjoon from dance class. Come over here!"

I stood up and walked a few chairs over to meet them. Namjoon patted on the seat next to him. I sit and he throws a friendly arm around me.

"Sorry I was holding up your drink man," He apologized. "I was telling Jin a funny story." He gestured to the broad-shouldered bartender.

"Oh really? What was it about?"

"Please don't hate me after this, I promise I'm different than what I'm about to tell you." Namjoon looked at me seriously while Jin slid my drink over in my direction.

The mood paused for a second. I scratch my eyebrows together, curious as to what he was going to reveal. I get a bad feeling about this.

"I won't."

"You see, a while back I was in jail. Jail wasn't the best, but I would make the most out of it. I would do funny things in jail with a friend of mine, and I was telling Jin the adventures I had in jail." Namjoon sighed with a distant look on his features.

That wasn't what I had in mind at all.

"Oh, who was your friend?" I say, taking a sip of my drink afterwards.

"Jungkook."

A cough escaped my lips. My body drains all of the blood from my face. I tensed up. He went on.

"Jungkook was such a good friend of mine. Heck, I would do anything for him." He sighed. "He did ask one thing of me though."

Jin hummed for him to continue. Sweat collected on my skin.

"He told me about why he was in jail in the first place. He told me that his ex ratted him out to the cops about selling drugs. I sympathized with him because I was in jail for similar reasons, but I killed the guy who snitched on me."

"Ouch" Jin comments. "You gave the snitch more than stitches." Jin lets out his unique laugh. He may be laughing, but I was freaking the fuck out internally.

"Hell yeah. So, Jungkook asked me if I could help him do some 'damage' to his ex for revenge." Namjoon sighed. "I told him that I was trying to turn my life around. I'm doing much better with my new hobbies than my old ones. I joined dance class for that reason and I'm hoping that it can distract my mind for the better. I mean, it's doing a good job since I've finally gotten better at dancing!" Jin scoffed at his statement.

"Hey Jin, you should join me sometime!" Namjoon challenged. Jin laughed at him again.

"I refuse."

"Why didn't you do something other than dancing? Like rapping or singing?" I supported the change of topic.

Namjoon howled in laughter. "I can't rap for the life of me!"

"Singing?"

"Nah, never caught my interest."

"Well, good luck with dancing. Who knows, this could be your charm." Jin said whilst drying a glass cup.

"It could be yours too Jin! We can be partners."

"Ha! With these looks and these sexy shoulders, I'll pursue modeling before I dance with you!" He slams the cup on the counter and places his thumb and forefinger in a 'v' shape underneath his chin, smiling brightly. "Maybe even acting if I try hard enough."

"Oh I get it," I speak up. "If you started to dance with him, it could have been like the beauty and the beast!" Anything was better than talking about those 'memories'.

"What did you say?" Namjoon gave me a scary look. It was a complete 180 switch of his friendly persona. "Watch out or I'll kill you."

"No, no, no! I mean like you would be a beast at dancing..." I corrected myself. My awkward laugh tried to lighten up the mood.

"The look on your face!" Namjoon went back to normal. He laughed so hard. "I'm kidding! I would never hurt you!"

"Ha, ha..." I awkwardly chuckle. "Yeah..."

"Don't scare the poor guy." Jin teased Namjoon.

"But it was funny! Right?" Namjoon sought Jin's approval.

"Yeah, it was. It almost... KILLED me!"

They laugh in harmony.

"But anyways," Namjoon continues. "I told him that he was the only exception I would make, then I would continue to do good things." Namjoon stopped to take a sip of his drink. "One problem though, he never told me his name..."

"What?!" Jin looked up in disbelief. "Isn't that the most important thing? Why promise something when you don't even know who you are looking for?"

I wasn't complaining.

"Hey, you would do anything for him on the spot too if you were in my shoes. Jungkook was the realist..." The lanky man looked as if he was thrown far back in memories. Jin shrugged and continued cleaning. Despite their laid back aura, my skin was crawling in fear.

"I've realized that I needed to see him to talk about it more. I've heard that he got out recently..." Namjoon thought about it. "Might go by his soon to pay him a visit." He rubs his chin with his fingers.

I let out an awkward chuckle. "Well, good luck with that." I scratch the back of my head.

A ring resonates from Namjoon's pocket. He pulls out the device responsible for it. He looks at his cellphone confused, before answering the call.

"Hello?"

Words were heard from the speaker. They held a familiar accent as they spoke. Jin left to address the other customers in the building.

"Jimin! Ya, why haven't you called me sooner?!" Namjoon smiled.

That was my cue to leave.

I leave my cup for Jin to pick up later, making sure to leave some money over. I look over at Namjoon, who was happily talking to Jimin through the phone. He looked distracted. My legs rose my body upwards and lead me towards the exit.

"Hey, where ya going?" Namjoon calls out to me, putting his phone away from him so he doesn't interrupt Jimin. I was paralyzed.

He fucking knew... I thought. Jimin fucking told him. If I don't get out of here now, I'm dead.

"I gotta go. I have something to do. See ya later!" I wave my hand goodbye and leave him there. The door rings when I push it open and head outside. My walk slowly quickens when I'm at a farther distance from the bar. My pace quickens up so much, that jogging back to the apartment. I'm thankful that I was able to get out of there in time. Now that I'm a safe distance away, it makes me think about the situation.

Namjoon, the friendly guy from dance class, was Jungkook's jail friend?!

What a small world...

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Namjoon is so precious