"I know my main job. You'll be doing a lo of work, boss, is that why you're getting two boyfriends out of the deal?" Seemed fair enough, but also amusing. He didn't know Namjoon to be tat interested in people, so of course he had to tease him a little. He finally let go of Ten, but left him sit in his lap, even as he leaned back on his hands, his expression and mood darkening considerably.
Ten sagged in Hobi's lap but cuddled close, feeling his mood change and his body tense up. Namjoon watched him and then nodded his head slowly. "I'm going to put him in solitary. See how long it takes for him to starve to death. You can watch every single day if you feel like it." That was his gift to Hobi. He owed his hyung a lot really and besides, Dr Lang was a sadistic little shit. He also put Jimin on medication that made him a useless zombie.
"And Yoongi is not my boyfriend, it's just--"
"His big dick, I know. If you stare at his pants long enough, you can see the outline." Ten, of course, had been staring.
"You are so sweet to me, Joon." Hobi smiled happily and reached out to give Namjoon's arm a squeeze, feeling more at ease now he knew there would be revenge. It set his mind at rest. Good. That made the world make more sense.
But that also meant that he was paying attention to what Namjoon was saying and that made him curious. He shook his head. "Hush, Ten. I mean it."
Because he wanted to hear this. "It's just what?"
Jin was one thing. Everyone wanted a go with the new doctor. So sweet, looking like an actor right from screen, dreamy and beautiful and ever so kind. Of course Namjoon would call dibs, it was only right, he was on top of the hierarchy. But how did Min Yoongi fit in?
"It's nothing. Never mind. Fuck it. I want Jin and I want Min Yoongi secured and not touched. I don't have to fucking explain myself, do I?" He was a little angsty, he knew it, a little uneasy and jittery. He blamed the plan for it, he doubted it was anything else. He didn't like Yoongi, not really. He just liked his taste in music.
Tomorrow he'd get the paper, circle some jobs. Then it wouldn't even have to come up. Maybe he could find him something out of Seoul.
He wanted him far away. Nowhere near him. He didn't do friends. "He's just a janitor. I don't want him dead. That's all."
"Fine, fine. As you say, boss. No touching or hurting or playing with Min Yoongi and playing with the doctor, but no fucking. And a whole range of games for little Jungkook."
Who really wasn't very little, but whatever. This would be fun to do.
"You know, Namjoon, you're cute." Hobi laughed, reaching out to ruffle his hair. Whatever, he was his hyung still. "I like it."
Namjoon got up and stormed off, leaving the two idiots alone so he could go and circle more jobs in the paper. Fucking idiot, why wasn't he just leaving his job?
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"Lang. Dr Lang." And he hated him.
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"And Yoongi is not my boyfriend, it's just--"
"His big dick, I know. If you stare at his pants long enough, you can see the outline." Ten, of course, had been staring.
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But that also meant that he was paying attention to what Namjoon was saying and that made him curious. He shook his head. "Hush, Ten. I mean it."
Because he wanted to hear this. "It's just what?"
Jin was one thing. Everyone wanted a go with the new doctor. So sweet, looking like an actor right from screen, dreamy and beautiful and ever so kind. Of course Namjoon would call dibs, it was only right, he was on top of the hierarchy. But how did Min Yoongi fit in?
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Tomorrow he'd get the paper, circle some jobs. Then it wouldn't even have to come up. Maybe he could find him something out of Seoul.
He wanted him far away. Nowhere near him. He didn't do friends. "He's just a janitor. I don't want him dead. That's all."
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Who really wasn't very little, but whatever. This would be fun to do.
"You know, Namjoon, you're cute." Hobi laughed, reaching out to ruffle his hair. Whatever, he was his hyung still. "I like it."
He had attachments.
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Namjoon got up and stormed off, leaving the two idiots alone so he could go and circle more jobs in the paper. Fucking idiot, why wasn't he just leaving his job?