"I'm not ready."
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The time for supper was growing nearer.
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"This is devious."
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Namjoon sat down the large plate of cubes steak in the middle of the table as Brooke continued to pace the kitchen, staring down at her phone. He looked up with slightly raised brows. "Everything okay?"
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The girl gnawed at a hangnail on her thumb. "He's almost here..." She pressed her fingertips to her lips when feeling a belch rise into her throat. "Shit— is there a doggy bag?"
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"Brooke," Namjoon drew, grinning widely while gripping onto her shoulders to stop the pacing. "Take a breath. It'll be fine. If he has a problem, I'll make damn sure he doesn't take it out on you."
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The girl looked up to Namjoon. She managed to put in contacts today, the lack of glasses seeming to make her appear smaller and more vulnerable as opposed to her usual strong and blunt normal self.
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His expression was soft before speaking gently. "Do you trust me?"
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Brooke pushed Namjoon away with a grunt before folding her arms, going back to pacing. "No. Hell, we just met this morning."
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"Well, you have a point," Namjoon sighed, resting his hands on the back of one of the dining chairs. In a way, he sort of pitied Brooke for the situation. Then again, she was the one to call.
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The silence was interrupted when there was a sudden, rhythmic knock on the door, causing them both to jump. Brooke more-so than Namjoon, "Oh Lord— he's here, what do I do? Fuck, I wasn't expecting it to be this soon, the potatoes still gotta be mashed—"
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"Brooke, Brooke," Namjoon spoke in a hushed voice, almost a whisper. "You got this."
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The girl let out a deep exhale, pulling down the hem of her fitted top. "...Okay. ...Okay, just... take a seat, I'll get him." This was one time Brooke dreaded opening her door to meet face to face with Yoongi.
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When opening the door, Yoongi wore his usual attire, the one different from his usual sweatshirt and cap. It was an oversized blue and black flannel that seemed to match his now fading hair. He leaned in, wrapping an arm casually around her waist and pressing a lazy kiss to the top of her head. He brushed by, craning his neck around.
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"Ah, smells nice," he looked over his shoulder with a cute, barely there smile. "Made meat?"
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Ever since the night of the small dispute, Yoongi never apologized. However, he wasn't one to hold grudges. They just woke up the next morning and went on with their lives. Still, in the back of his mind, he thought about it.
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Just like Brooke did.
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She could begin feeling sweat soak in her palms, following quickly after him as he neared to the small kitchen. Nearing toward Namjoon.
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"I know it's your favorite, so—" She let out a small noise when she suddenly collided into his back. Yoongi had stopped abruptly. Her eyes pushed closed, tightly as she knew the inevitable had came.
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"Yoongi-hyung, Brooke invited me over too."
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The sentence made Brooke do a literal wince. She kept her eyes shut, Yoongi hadn't said a word. It was so silent that he seemed to not even be in the room.
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While the girl was trying her best to turn invisible, the oldest kept a careful eye on Namjoon, who had stood up from his chair. A plate of white rice with meat and carrots sat in front of him.
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"Brooke even put that seasoning you like!" Namjoon grinned widely, leaning forward a bit with enthusiasm. "C'mon, lets eat." He began to pour the boy a glass of lemonade he made himself.
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Yoongi stepped back like a shy child, lips parted, but still not speaking. Brooke was practically dying behind him.
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Namjoon's smile grew bigger. "It's getting cold, stop that!" He chuckled. "Look, no ice!"
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"I'm not hungry," Yoongi snapped, his face now growing into an expression that spoke of pain mixed with humiliation.
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Brooke did not fucking just—
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He spun on his heel abruptly to see Brooke picking at the leaves of the houseplant near by. A plastic houseplant. She looked up suddenly, wiggling her fingers. "Just... getting the dust off this." She blew some air on one of the big leaves. "Can't have any breathing problems in this home—"
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"Why did you do this?" Yoongi's voice was quiet enough so the man just several feet away couldn't hear. More specifically, Namjoon forced himself to ignore whatever his older was whispering to the girl.
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Brooke's jaw dropped before speaking. "About a couple nights ago—"
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Yoongi interrupted, "Why? Brooke, you knew. Did you call?"
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She couldn't just lie to him. Not only that, why else would Kim Namjoon be standing in her kitchen right now for dinner?
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"I can't believe you," Yoongi's tone was filled with distrust. Brooke looked up and could've sworn she saw a glistening in his eyes. Luckily, he managed to blink it away. "I thought I could trust you."
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"Yoongi, listen—" Brooke said firmly while grasping his arms. "We're not starting drama with this." She took a small deep breath. She may be speaking to him like a mother would a child, but if Yoongi's attitude wasn't going to put up with what she'd set up, things were about to tumble down hill.

And she knew first hand about his attitude.
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"He just wants to talk, Yoongi. Namjoon even told me somethings that I didn't know of. Tae...Taecum—"
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"Taehyung," the older grumbled with a low voice.
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Brooke shook her head. "Right. Taehyung, that guy at the party. That sock guy. They both told Namjoon about you. It was gonna happen sometime."
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Yoongi was baffled. Still, he knew he shouldn't be surprised. Of course Taehyung would've told the responsible one about his encounter with the boy. Hoseok would be too relieved to keep his meeting with Yoongi a secret either.
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He finally responded to Brooke, "You just can't get it, can you?" He stuttered before speaking again. "I'm just. Not. Ready."
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"And you're not ready to be dependent on someone like me either," Brooke said lowly, but blunt. "I'm only gonna bring you down. Namjoon's here to help." She reaches down and enveloped his cold hand in hers. "I'll be here with you, but I can't do this on my own."
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Yoongi was at a lost for words. He just watched her before Namjoon spoke up behind them.
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"Am I gonna have to take your share, hyung?"
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THOUGHTS PLS CAUSE MADDIE WANTS HER READERS HAPPY ❤️