​"Smiling has always been easier than explaining why you're sad"

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​Namjoon's POV

It's been two hours since she left for Seokjin. Everyone bid their goodbyes to me, but for some reason . . .Taehyung had this worried expression on his face. Just what the hell is wrong with him? Then Yoongi stands there alone while everyone else left. "Hey, I'm worried about her  . . . . . ".
It seems like he already knows what I'm thinking too. "She would always come back at least by an hour . . .".
"Yoongi, I think we need another search party . . .".
"Namjoon, you're sick. You could faint any minute now . . .," he looks down at the floor. "I'll find her . . .".
"No, Yoongi. I'll go with you," I grab his wrist before he leaves. "Please, just . . .I overheard her call with  . . .Seokjin . . .".

Yoongi drops his jaw. "Oh hell no. Now we really have to find her".
"Hey, that was offending. He's still my ex," I roll my eyes. "Seriously, what's with that expression?"
"I'm pretty sure I witnessed his crazyass went ballistic and walked around drunk in his clinic," Yoongi puts his hands on his hips. "You know, I think he's stressed out".
"I know," my heart aches a bit. Maybe it was my fault he's so different from the person I loved. This Seokjin that I know wasn't like this at all. I remember his smile when he cooks for me. He was outgoing and in a chirpy mood. "He's tired of being a doctor . . .".
"He probably is lost right now," Yoongi puts a hand on my shoulder. "You need to be there for him, no matter how tired you are. I know that you hold in the most pain, but please for Seokjin's sake . . . .please forgive him. He is far capable of hurting someone . . .". I know Yoongi is talking about Jimin. Would Seokjin have a nerve to even hurt his patient . . . .especially our friend . . .

"He wouldn't be that crazy enough . . . .," I pause for a moment. Yoongi solemnly gives me a look. I know he's right. He's right about Seokjin being able to hurt Jimin. "He's not going to hurt anyone we love on my watch".
"Look. Seokjin is a good guy, I know he is. It's just when times are rough, people will go to the extreme and just flat out . . .hurt someone," Yoongi makes it seem like he's gone through something. Maybe he hurted someone before.
" . . . .Yoongi . . .," I see him biting his bottom lip, almost on the verge of tears but strangely . . .he smiles at me happily.
"Don't look at me like that Namjoon . . .I know what you're thinking . . .," he rubs his eye. " . . .don't worry about me . . .".

"Yoongi . . .?" a small voice scares me and Yoongi. Jimin looks Yoongi with such sad eyes. Yoongi covers his face, avoiding Jimin's gaze.
"Umm, Jimin? What are you doing here?" I try my best to distract Jimin. He looks at me and smiles. Oh thank God . . .
"I left my phone here .  . . ," He goes to the table and picks up his phone. " . . .I'm going now guys . . .". He leaves us in a awkward silence. Yoongi sink to his knees. I never seen this side of Yoongi, so fragile. ". I wished he didn't see me . . .we argued about this already . . .".
"Well, Yoongi. Holding your feelings hurts, doesn't it?" I place a hand on his shoulder. " . . .you can be sad, Yoongi. You're human and have emotions".
" . . .," one tear rolls down on his left cheek. He then gets up and sniffles. "I'll be fine, but we seriously need to find Nini".

I turn on my phone, "Should I just call her?".
"Or track her down like what you always do," he cracks a small smile.
"Umm, damn. You make me feel like a stalker," I chuckle a little.
"You always track our phones, sheesh," Yoongi scoffs a bit. I open my self-created app where I can easily hack . . .for good. .  .intentions only . . .okay I lied. I help other people blackmail the people they hate. I mean, it's good money. Damn. I thought my days of being a deliquent was over. Was I really that bad of a person?

I find her location and it was at her apartment. "What the hell . . .?"
"What? You found her?"
"She's at home . . .maybe we should check her place first," I gather my things. I stop suddenly because Yoongi grabs my shoulder.
"Are you sure okay . . .?" his grip loosens a bit.
I smile softly. "Don't worry. I'm fine and hurry up!" I scatter out the door as Yoongi follows behind me. We call for a taxi and heads to Nini's apartment. The street lights were on, the evening heads into our time. "That's his car . . .. ". The car parked there was obviously Seokjin's car. I can't believe this. Just why he is there?! I angrily storm out the taxi, pounding on her front door.