The walk to Jungkook's apartment was quite the exploration for the two males who had never traveled this far into the outskirts of Seoul before. Yoongi seemed to get used to the new surroundings far faster than Namjoon ever could. It was different from the central portion of Seoul, with it's towering buildings and bright lights. Finely paved sidewalks that were occasionally coated with sidewalk art and food cart owners. Tens of hundreds of people passed you by on the sidewalk as you walked to your location. Stores were filled to the brim with customers day in and out. The roads had a streamline of cars speeding down them, hurrying to whatever was next on the agenda. 

Here, however, it was dark with the lights of the buildings in central Seoul illuminating what it could through the alleys between the buildings. The sidewalks were littered with unfilled cracks and Namjoon had tripped countless times on their journey. Litter stood in the place of the sidewalk art and boxes where food carts should've been placed. Shady, hood wearing people passed by every minute or two, wearing only dark clothes. A drunk person would occasionally make an appearance but were too caught up in themselves to really say anything decipherable to the group. Little, dimly lit bars with signs advertising cheap alcohol took up the shop space in nearly every other building. Only one car had passed in the ten minutes the three had been walking and it had seemed fairly beaten up. One of the headlights was out and there were multiple dents in the hood. Namjoon had had to swallow his complaints and stuff his hands farther into his coat pockets as they continued on their way. Sure, he was uncomfortable, but he wanted Jungkook to be safe and if this is what it took, so be it.

Baekhyun had taken him someplace similar to one of those bars. No, stop thinking about that.

"How much farther to your house, Jungkookie?" Yoongi asked.

"It's up here, passed Shooketh Bar." Jungkook pointed.

Namjoon chuckled, "Shooketh?"

Jungkook shrugged, "I didn't name it."

"Was the owner from the middle ages?" Yoongi laughed.

"Sir Shooketh opened thine pub in 1253 with only thine finest ales. Thee can only enter the pub upon confirming that thee art a male and art wealthy." Namjoon said in the fanciest accent he could muster, earning quite a bit of laughter from the rest of the group.

"What happens if you aren't any of those?"

"Thou gets the Guillotine." Namjoon said, looking off into the distance.

"Well that's harsh." Jungkook said.

"Tis always."

"Stop talking like that, I need to breath!" Yoongi laughed.

Namjoon smiled and looked around a bit more. He could get used to this, he thought, if he had these two by his side. Namjoon glanced inside Shooketh. Dimmed lights. Bar at the center of the room. Several men sitting around it on plush bar stools sipping from shot glasses with the occasional woman sitting next to one of them, some form of fancier drink in hand. A bartender or some form of other employee would wander the seating area and clean any accidents that always tended to happen in those kinds of establishments. 

He could almost see him and Baekhyun sitting on those stools. Namjoon turned his head back to the two in front of him who were immersed in a conversation of which he had no interest in. It had been a night somewhat like this, except in the summer and in a more populated area. Baekhyun had been trying for months to get Namjoon to leave the apartment with him and explore. To see Seoul in the eyes of a partier and maybe become one. 

Namjoon knew that had been the goal. To get him to love the activity and join in. Thinking about it now, maybe if the night had gone as Baekhyun had wanted it, they'd still be together. Namjoon wouldn't have had to wander around and feel helpless as those he cared for came and went like the stars in the night sky. He had eventually caved, he wanted to see what his lover's nights were like, how he spent his nights away from their shared apartment. Baekhyun had given him something tight to wear, that much Namjoon could remember, how that horrible thing had clung to his body and given him limited motion. It was all black and tight as hell. It might have been a one piece, Namjoon couldn't remember. 

Baekhyun had been especially happy all evening. This was his chance to rid himself of his boring boyfriend and bring in the one that shared his ideal lifestyle. He held the taxi door open for Namjoon and held his hand with a bright enthusiastic smile the entire ride. Namjoon had never seen Baekhyun that happy as they climbed out and entered the brightly lit bar with neon everything pouring out everywhere it could. Baekhyun had managed to get themselves a seat by the bar where he ordered up some drinks. 

It sat there in front of Namjoon for the longest time, even after Baekhyun had ordered two more for himself. Baekhyun had looked at the drink and then up at Namjoon and asked if he was going to drink it. Namjoon had picked the little glass up and swirled it around as Baekhyun had urged him to down it. The clear liquid sat in the bottom of the glass, staring up at him. Namjoon had always promised never to drink and had so far fulfilled that. He swallowed his fears and the drink went down the hatch. It burned his throat, that's all he could remember. How it burned for a minute or two and made his eyes water as he coughed lightly. He had hated it. He was glad that he did. He didn't tell Baekhyun that. He just said that he was a lightweight and didn't want his boyfriend to have to deal with him as an excuse for Baekhyun not to spend anymore money on drinks. His boyfriend nodded and called the bartender over. 

Namjoon had sat there watching Baekhyun drink for hour after hour until Namjoon finally had the nerve to drag him out of there. He went kicking and screaming but came nonetheless and followed Namjoon into the taxi. He had arrived home with a very, very drunk Baekhyun leaning on his shoulder. Namjoon laid the male down on their couch with a bucket and some headache medicine and went upstairs to get out of that horrible skin tight thing. 

After Baekhyun had sobered up sometime the next day, Namjoon told him that he refused to go out clubbing with him anymore. He just didn't enjoy it and he thought that Baekhyun would understand. His boyfriend just shook his head and gave a simple, alright, as his answer. After that was when it all went down hill. It was the first day of Baekhyun going out and doing things no boyfriend would do. It was his own fault, Namjoon had rationalized. If he had just liked it, dealt with it, Baekhyun would still be there, residing in their apartment. Maybe he'd still be drunk, maybe he'd still make things difficult, but at least he would be there.

"Here we are!" Jungkook said as they arrived at an apartment building.

The place was situated on the corner of the street which was surprisingly dark for the area. It went up eight, maybe nine stories with the stairs being on the outside of the building, much like a fire escape, but made out of wood. The railing on the stairs was chipping and had holes in places. The top floor staircase had a little roof made out of tin which also had it's fair share of holes. Moth bit curtains hung over every window, which only contained darkness, might he add, with small little gaps in between, almost as if they were meant for watching newcomers come to the building.

"Follow me," Jungkook led the three up the stairs to about the sixth floor and pulled a pair of keys out of his pocket.

His hands seemed to shake as they gripped the keys half to death. Something about this seemed off. Yoongi knew it too.

"JK, you alright?" Namjoon asked.

Jungkook shook his head lightly, "Yeah, sorry."

"It's no problem." Yoongi said, glancing up at Namjoon with the same expression the salmon haired was wearing.

Jungkook inserted the key into the lock and turned it, resulting in a little click and he pushed the door open. The place was dark, even after the brunette turned a light on. The lightbulbs had flickered for a second before coming to a steady, dim hum. The wallpaper was peeling off and stained, but that could only be the previous owner's doing as Jungkook said, "Sorry about the mess. I just moved in two, maybe three months ago. Still trying to get everything settled."

"What mess?" Namjoon murmured under his breath. The place was practically empty, spare a small couch, TV and table. The door to the bedroom was open and all that could be seen was a bed and dresser. No posters. No pictures of family. No pictures of himself, not to mention. The place screamed no one lives here over Jeon Jungkook sleeps here.

"Well, this is home." Jungkook said, walking around the apartment in a weird way.

"It doesn't really look like your home." Yoongi said, saying Namjoon's exact thoughts while scanning the place.

"It doesn't?"

Yoongi shook his head.

"There's no pictures of you, JK, nor anybody else really." Namjoon added.

"I-I still have to go back home at some point and pick up the rest of the things that I packed. I haven't gotten around to it yet because of work." Jungkook said, nodding as if to convince himself of the same, "Though it would be nice to have some pictures around here."

He looked up with wide eyes before dashing to his room and pulling open one of the dresser drawers. He dug around for a second before pulling out a camera and coming back into the room.

"I want the first picture I put in here to be of us." He smiled.

"Are you sure?" Namjoon asked.

"Absolutely."

"That's really sweet, Jungkookie." Yoongi said, following Jungkook to the couch.

"Mind if we take it here?"

"Not at all."

"I hope you know I'm going to want a copy." Namjoon said.

"Me too!" Yoongi said.

"I'll make plenty of copies."

"You better."

Jungkook set the camera up on top of the TV before sliding in between Namjoon and Yoongi.

"It's on a timer so smile." Jungkook said before putting a smile on his face.

The other two males smiled and waited for the shutter noise, which eventually came.

"Thank you, Hyungs! These means so much to me." Jungkook smiled as he scooped the old camera up and held it to his chest, "I'll get them printed as soon as I can."

Namjoon couldn't help but notice the initials written in white on the front of the device: J.WW.

"We'll see you tomorrow, right?" Yoongi asked as Jungkook walked them to the door.

"Yeah, I should be there." Jungkook said leaning against the door frame.

"We'll see you then." Namjoon said.

"Stay safe!" Yoongi said, loudly.

"I will!" Jungkook said as he closed the door.

And the two were left to the streets.

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I legit had to look up a Shakespearean translator for that one bit on Shooketh bar just to get it right, it was hilarious. I wish that I could write the way I did these scenes now, for some reason it's kind of faded, it might just be this story since I've been working on it for so long. I apologize for the late update, by the time I remembered I hadn't posted yesterday, it was about midnight. Thank you for reading and I'll see you all next week!