"Taehyung? Hey! Wait—!" Before Namjoon could go after him his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He quietly sighed taking it out. The phone number on the screen was unknown. He furrowed his eyebrows confused yet still picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Come to my dinner or you're a little bitch." Jin said.

Namjoon groaned loudly, "What the fuck? Leave me alone creep!"

"If you don't come you're a little bitch."

"Then I guess I am. Bye—"

"You have to come."

"I don't have to do anything you say you heard me? Leave me alone or I will file a restraining order from you."

"Pshh. I'm so scared. Ooh. Please don't do that. Please don't—"

Namjoon hung up and immediately blocked the number before he tried to contact him again. What was that dude's problem?

His phone suddenly went off again and once again it was an unknown number. He declined the phone and proceeded to walk to the music room.

Taehyung was now playing the piano. Just as he reached the door his the phone vibrated again.

Very annoyed, he took it out and glanced. It was the same number. He sighed finally answering.

"Hello?" This time his greeting wasn't as polite or nice as before.

"I have several phones to make phone calls from. Block me and I'll just get a new one."

"What in the hell?" He screamed angrily.

Taehyung heard it from inside and stopped his playing. Namjoon then noticed it so he moved away from there.

He didn't need for his brother to worry about this psychopath. He already had enough on his plate.

"You're coming or—"

Namjoon simply ended the phone call. He blocked the number. Within seconds another incoming call popped up.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Namjoon?"

He gasped loudly. It wasn't Jin. It was his boss. "Oh. I'm so, so, sorry. I thought it was someone else."

"It's okay. No worries. I'm actually here with Jin."

Fucking great.

"Oh? Okay."

"I stopped by to talk to Namjung and Jin happened to be here."

"I was telling him how you're planning to come to dinner." Jin said in the background.

Namjoon clenched his fist tightly feeling the tips of his ears get hot. "That's great! I'll be expecting you here then." His boss said.

"Sure." He forced himself to say.

"Okay well I'll see you tomorrow at work."

"Can I?" Jin asked taking the phone from him.

"Can't wait to see you here." He smirked.

"I don't know what the hell is it that you want from me, but you won't get no where with me. Goodbye."

After hanging up he sighed resting his forehead against the wall. "Is everything okay?" A concerned Jungkook asked.

He was holding a tray of food with flowers as decorations like usual. He was on the way to the music room and happened to hear him.

"Huh? Oh yeah. Everything's good. Is that for Taehyung?"

"Yes. I can make you some if you'd like."

"I'm okay right now. Thank you. How is he by the way? He avoids me most of the time." He quietly said.

"He's hanging on. He doesn't mean to ignore you. I just think he doesn't know how to express his feelings without the fear of hurting you."

He nodded sadly, "Yeah. Taehyung has always been like that. He protects others feelings instead of his own."

Jungkook placed his hand on his shoulder, "He's getting better at expressing his emotions. It takes time. Everything he's been through is not easy."

"Thank you for those words. I'm glad he has you."

"I'm glad he has you too." He smiled.

Interrupting their conversation his phone went off. He looked at the screen to find a text from another unknown number.

Fucking shit. How many phones did Seokjin have?

Unknown:
better come tomorrow or else you'll be the biggest little bitch on the little bitch history

Namjoon huffed locking his phone back up. "What's the matter?" He asked concerned. He looked up and met eyes with Jungkook an idea suddenly sparking.

"Jungkook. Can you do me a favor?" He asked leaning closer. This time he was the one that placed his hand on his shoulder.

He attentively nodded shocked at his touch. "Of course. Whatever you want." He quickly responded.

"I need you to come to a dinner with me tomorrow night. Can you do that?"

"Yes. Yes I can."

"Great. You're an angel." He smiled.

Jungkook shyly grinned at his comment. "I have to get going. I'll talk to you later. Bye Kook."

"Bye Namjoon."

When he was down the hallway Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek. Namjoon was the angel in his eyes.

•••

"Homosapien? Are you touching yourself in the shower again?" Jimin asked slightly opening the bathroom door.

Yoongi sighed rolling his eyes. "Geez. Will I ever be able to take a shower in peace?"

"Nope. I have a series of important questions."

"Can't you wait until I'm out?" Yoongi asked rinsing the shampoo off his hair. At this point he didn't even care that Jimin was here.

This was a regular routine for them both. Jimin took a seat on the shut toilet seat. "So how come pigs don't fly?"

"I don't fucking know."

"You're a scientist. Aren't you suppose to know it all?"

"Because of gravity. It's not possible for a pig to be up on the air. It's very heavy."

"How come in cartoons they do fly?" He wondered. He kept staring at the floor unable to look up.

If he saw his naked body through the shower curtain he didn't know what feelings it would provoke.

"Cartoons are fake and a product of imagination."

"What's matter made out of? I know it is made up of atoms, and atoms are made of protons, neutrons, and electrons. And protons and neutrons are made up—"

"Jimin. I don't want to teach you about science okay? You basically know what I know."

"Okay but one more question?"

Yoongi sighed grabbing body wash to rub on his body. "Why is gravity so weird? Gravity keeps our feet on the ground but gravity is a trillion times weaker than the other three known forces. How come it hold us down?"

"Hey," Yoongi said peeking out the shower.

"Yes?" Jimin listened attentively.

His face looked heavily and his wet hair dripping only made him more stunning. "I don't fucking know."

"You impolite ninnyhammer ."

Yoongi laughed, "What the hell does that mean?"

"A fool." He scowled at him.

"Terrible." He told getting beck in the shower.

Once he was back in there Jimin cleared his throat. "One more question." He said. This was the question he wanted to ask most.

"I thought you were done with questions."

"Just one more." He nervously said getting up from the toilet.

"What is it?"

"Are you going tomorrow to that dinner?"

"Uhh..." Yoongi's voice trailed away. He was still wondering whether he should or not. But the thought of possibly seeing Hoseok is what made him want to go.

"Yes."

"Do you want me to come along? For emotional support?" He wondered.

"No. I think I need to do this alone."

"What? What if Hoseok is there?" He asked a bit paranoid.

"Well then I'll just have to talk to him."

"What if...what if you two get back together? What will happen with me?" He asked in disbelief.

Yoongi didn't pay much mind to his tone of voice. He was too invested in thinking about Hoseok that he couldn't think of nothing else.

"Nothing. It's not like you and I are a couple."

Jimin held his stomach. A sudden pressure fell over his chest. Then it was slowly replaced by anger.

How come he say that?

Did spending the night with him meant nothing to him?

He angrily turned on the sink water and walked out. Yoongi winced moving away from the cold water.

"Jimin! What the hell?" He screamed peaking out again. He noticed he was already gone. He sighed annoyed getting out to turn of the water.

Yoongi couldn't understand what was all that about. Then again, he never paid attention to his surroundings.

No ones feelings.

Except Hoseok.