"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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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?