(Mic Drop)

Namjoon was throwing things. Seokjin had ushered Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook into his room and locked the door to keep them safe. Hoseok, Yoongi and Seokjin were trying to calm him down, which was surprisingly difficult. Hoseok hadn't realised how much glass they owned until Namjoon started breaking it. They had to keep a fine line between trying to mollify Namjoon and keeping themselves safe. Hoseok was about three seconds away from pushing Seokjin and Yoongi into the locked room as well.

"How do they think they can fucking disrespect us like that, huh? Who the fuck do they think they are?" Namjoon yelled. "Who gave them the right to talk shit about us?" He smashed an unfortunately placed bowl. In hindsight, it was a mistake to have gone out drinking in public in the same country as B-Free and his supporters. They were bound to come into direct contact with hate eventually; it was just an unfortunate coincidence that Namjoon was drunk at the time. Yoongi stepped forward carefully.

"Namjoon, we get that you're angry- " he was cut off by Namjoon hurling a glass at Seokjin's door, where the younger ones were sheltered. Hoseok signalled to Seokjin, who slipped into the room, careful to avoid the broken glass, and shut the door again. By this time, Hoseok thought, they would be anxious and concerned, so he would give them any comfort he could, even if it was just Seokjin telling them it was okay. Yoongi continued, his voice calm and soft,

"We know you're angry but you've got to calm down. You're scaring us because we know this isn't you. We don't know who this is. I'm asking you, Namjoon, please. You know this isn't right. Can you sit down for us?" Surprisingly, this seemed to work. Namjoon moved to the couch and slumped down. Yoongi and Hoseok let out a collective sigh.

Namjoon laughed. It started off as a low chuckle but quickly progressed into relentless giggles that unnerved the two. Hoseok shot a glance at Yoongi, who returned his confusion.

"Namjoon?" Hoseok asked tentatively, "What are you laughing at?" Namjoon took a few deep breaths to calm himself but kept grinning into space.

"Those motherfuckers thought they could get away with it, too." In a split second, Namjoon had leapt off the couch and shot to the door. He was outside before either of the others could react. Without speaking, they instantly agreed on a plan: Hoseok, the faster runner, would sprint after Namjoon; Yoongi would stay with the others, keep them informed and always be near a phone. Hoseok ran out of the door.

Fortunately, they hadn't wasted a lot of time and Hoseok could see or hear which direction Namjoon had gone. He sprinted down the stairs, out of the building and chased Namjoon through the streets. Hoseok was lucky that Namjoon was slightly drunk. Namjoon kept running and Hoseok was getting a little tired. Eventually, they reached a street that Hoseok recognised as the one where they had been called out by a bunch of people earlier and put Namjoon in his current state.

Hoseok had nearly caught up when he watched Namjoon swiftly grab an empty beer bottle from the sidewalk and threw it forcefully at a car parked on the curb. Hoseok sprinted towards him and held his arms back to stop him doing anything else. The car's alarm blared and momentarily deafened Hoseok, worsening his headache. Of course, Namjoon hadn't been the only one drinking.

A few people stepped out of the bar near them and stared at the car. One of them pressed a button on their key and the siren ceased. They turned to Hoseok and Namjoon. They were the people that had insulted them before. One of them rolled their eyes and another prepared for a confrontation.

"What the fuck? Did you do this?" One shouted. Hoseok didn't say anything and prayed that Namjoon wouldn't either. Thankfully, he stayed quiet. "I knew you guys were petty, but isn't this a bit low even for you assholes?" Namjoon laughed again and Hoseok held his arms tighter.

"Low? I'm sorry, I don't know what that means," Namjoon taunted. A girl in the group scoffed.

"Oh yeah, I forgot, you're too thick to read books, of course you don't understand. You don't understand anything at all, do you, little baby?" Their group laughed and another spoke up,

"Just go back to your crib and see if you can find a bookcase wherever you live, okay?" Hoseok's blood was starting to boil. These people were obviously drunk and their insults weren't even good. But he was still angry.

"Sorry, our bookcases are just full of awards, we had to get rid of the books." The others were surprised that he had spoken and oohed in mockery.

"Oh, wow, a cliché flex? You really do just hide behind your trophies, don't you? What's wrong, can't think of a good enough comeback?" they mocked. Hoseok tilted his head.

"Our comeback got us 78,052,562 views in 24 hours without us trying. I think that's good enough. Have a nice night trying to be better than us," Hoseok tugged on Namjoon's arm, who flipped them off before following Hoseok back down the street. Hoseok honestly didn't like bragging about their achievements. It felt vain and cocky and he didn't really feel good about it, even if it did show some haters who were the fucking kings in this world. He rubbed his eyes in shame and tiredness and Namjoon fell into step beside him.

"Don't feel bad, Seokie, they deserved that. It's what you get if you insult my man." Hoseok looked up, confused.

"Your man? What are you on about?" he asked. Namjoon smiled at him and flung an arm around his shoulder.

"Sweetheart, anyone insults your honour, they deserve something a little stronger than a well-timed flex. I was seconds away from starting a fight to the death." Hoseok stopped them walking.

"Namjoon, you aren't making sense. Why are you acting like we're boyfriends or something?" Namjoon shrugged nonchalantly.

"Saves time. Quicker than waiting for you to realise that you like me and taking ages to ask me out." Hoseok frowned. While it was true that some strange feelings had been surfacing for his leader recently, there was no way that Namjoon could have known that. Hoseok had barely figured it out for himself and he was sure that he hadn't let anything slip.

"How did you…" Hoseok trailed off, lost in thought again. Namjoon grinned widely.

"Cool, I was right? I'm a genius." A lot was running through Hoseok's mind and he couldn't focus properly.

"Hold up, that was a guess?!" He had to admit that that was a hell of a good guess on Namjoon's part. He was annoyed at himself for admitting it way before he was ready, but it was out now and there was nothing he could do anymore. Hoseok sighed at himself.

"Oh, baby, don't feel bad. Like I said, it saves time." Namjoon moved closer and put his hand on Hoseok's cheek. Hoseok closed his eyes and shivers jolted up his spine at the feeling of Namjoon's breath on his skin. He felt Namjoon's lips brush against his and he instinctively threw his arms around Namjoon's neck to pull him closer and kiss him properly. Hoseok was a little bit drunk, needy and did not give a fuck that they were in public. He just wanted to keep going with whatever this was. He would figure it out in the morning.

Namjoon walked him back until he felt the wall of a building behind him. He leaned back and let Namjoon push him against it. He felt Namjoon lick against his lips and Hoseok opened his mouth slightly, allowing him access. Hands crept around the hem of his shirt and Hoseok pushed his fingers into Namjoon's soft hair. His mind was hazed and he couldn't think about anything except Namjoon and how good he felt.

Hoseok's phone buzzed in his back pocket, insistent and distracting. As much as Hoseok tried to ignore it, the sound and the feeling was getting annoying. He reluctantly pulled away from Namjoon's lips and looked at him apologetically before reaching for his phone. He stared at the screen which told him he had five texts from the others and two missed calls from Yoongi. As he was about to swipe them away, Yoongi called him again. Hoseok answered him.

"Hoseok! Where are you? Are you okay?" Yoongi's voice was concerned yet relieved that Hoseok had answered. Hoseok tilted his head and he and Namjoon started walking again.

"Yeah, I'm fine. We're just walking back," he answered. There was a pause, presumably Yoongi relaying something to the others.

"You're fine? You've been gone for half an hour! Just… is Namjoon okay?" Hoseok looked at Namjoon and nodded before he remembered he was on the phone.

"Oh, um, yeah, he's fine now. I'll tell you what happened when we get back okay?" Silence from the other end. "Yoongi, you okay?"

"Did Namjoon tell you anything? Like, confess something? It's just there's something that he's needed to get off his chest for a while and I would rather he did that with a clear head," Yoongi said quickly. Hoseok hummed. Namjoon had told Yoongi. That was kind of cute, in a way.

"Well… not exactly," Hoseok muttered, remembering how Namjoon had just told him that they were dating. And Hoseok had just gone along with that. He heard Yoongi sigh.

"I swear to God if you made out in an alley," he said in a low voice. Hoseok smiled,

"Um, I mean, I wouldn't call it an alley, exactly… more like, sort of, the street?" Yoongi chuckled quietly,

"Oh my God, okay, get home safe. He is so going to regret that when he remembers. See you in a minute, Hobi."

"You too, hyung." Hoseok hung up. He had barely noticed Namjoon was holding his hand. Like it was supposed to be there anyway; like it was natural. Hoseok looked over and saw Namjoon smiling at him cutely, dimples on show to the world. But the world couldn't touch him. He belonged to Hoseok.