"It's not that, I just -- Jesus, Yoongi. I don't want anyone to get hurt." He didn't know what to say. He just wanted to use every method possible to check. They always did that. It was protocol. God, Yoongi taught him that And now he was yelling at him for wanting to do what he'd always been told to do. What they'd learned in ops. "Whatever."
Closing his laptop, Namjoon packed it away and made a move to leave. "Do whatever you like. Ignore everything that you ever told me." To be thorough, ruthless and always, always check intel. "Totally on me." Namjoon kicked the door shut behind him, locking it tight and dropping down on his bed. He just wanted to protect Yoongi, why did he have to treat him like that?
He so could not deal with that right now, but he hated fighting with Namjoon. Yoongi turned around and headed for the kitchen, distracting himself by actually preparing food for them all, since Jin was apparently out anyway. Probably working, he assumed, he usually was. He didn't want to risk Tae trying to cook again.
Finally he headed for Namjoon's door, leaning against it. He didn't want this. "There's food in the kitchen." What was he supposed to do, apologise? "We can talk later."
"Sure." Namjoon didn't get up, he didn't really feel like talking to anyone right now. He just kept on doing his work. Like Yoongi told him too. He was the one in the wrong, apparently. Despite all he'd ever been told, Yoongi was no longer happy with him. Maybe Jungkook was right.
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Closing his laptop, Namjoon packed it away and made a move to leave. "Do whatever you like. Ignore everything that you ever told me." To be thorough, ruthless and always, always check intel. "Totally on me." Namjoon kicked the door shut behind him, locking it tight and dropping down on his bed. He just wanted to protect Yoongi, why did he have to treat him like that?
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Finally he headed for Namjoon's door, leaning against it. He didn't want this. "There's food in the kitchen." What was he supposed to do, apologise? "We can talk later."
Maybe he could explain his thinking to him.
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That fucking kid. He was a devil child.