STUPID CONTRACT

(HOSEOK'S POV)

I step outside the high building and take a deep breath, the fresh air feels good, I start walking towards the main street, hoping to find clothes that can light up my mood. I heard part of Yoongi's and Charles' conversation and it affected me. It pisses me off that he misses him, I don't know why he does it if we're all here with him. I wish he would stop thinking about him and focus all his attention on us, instead.

I'm aware I'm being a brat and an egoist, but the ache on my chest doesn't go away and it makes me angrier. Thousands of possibilities appear and banish from my head. But it can't be.

I don't like him.

I don't want to like him.

I spent all night reminding myself we're best friends. He's my best friend and I care for him, that's why I'm more emotional towards him.

I'm just being overprotective.

Overprotective.

Now that my mind is clear again, I enter to the first shop, maybe I could buy something else, I need another sweatshirt and a hat.

(YOONGI'S POV)

I sit next to Taehyung on the sofa, he doesn't shift at all, his gaze's lost.

"World calls Taehyung." I say, patting his shoulder.

"Huh?" He blinks a few times before looking at me.

"Do you know what's up with Hobi? He was a bit weird this morning, wasn't he?"

He only shrugs.

"Hey, Tae, light up! I overheard Namjoon's and Jin's conversation, they said new furniture will arrive today, we're going to get rid of this." I say, pointing at our seat.

"Good." He nods.

I sigh. "Why are you doing this to yourself? Why have you not forgiven Jimin already? I don't like seeing you like this. I miss the cheerful TaeTae."

"It's not that easy. You would never understand." I blink, he gets the message and keeps talking. "You've never seen the person you love with all your heart kissing another person. Kissing your best friend."

"Wait. Did you see them. . .?"

"No. . . But it hurts enough only to know it happened." He bites his lower lip. "I know they didn't want to hurt me, but I can't forget it. I can't forgive them, even if I wanted to. I really don't know what to do, Yoonie. If I forgive them, I'm betraying myself, but if I don't. . ."

I hug Taehyung's shoulders with my arm and he leans on mine.

"You'll be alright, Tae. I'll make sure of it." I caress his hair. "Do you want to see Charles? We'll talk tonight, you can join, if you want."

He looks at me, nodding. "I don't want to be alone and bored anymore. Maybe if I get distracted, I'm going to heal sooner."

I smile. "That's my boy."

"Aw, Yoongi, you should comfort me like this, too." Namjoon says, sitting in front of us.

"Shut up, jerk."

"Maybe another day." He smiles.

"Where's Jin?" I ask, not seeing the other lovebird around.

"He wants to sleep more, he said he didn't sleep well. Will you help me change the sofas and put on the TV?"

"Can the company do that? Why has to be us?" I whine.

"Because this is our house, for now."

"I'll help you, Joon." Taehyung says. "Can we start by removing these ones."

"Don't worry, the company will do it." Namjoon says, looking at me.

"They've to do something at least." I say

"You lazy bastard." Namjoon says and I smirk.

(SEOKJIN'S POV)

I placed the mountain of papers on the bed in front of me. Finally I'm going to clear my doubts, but it doesn't feel right and I'm also scared to read something I won't like.

But this is my opportunity.

I turn the yellow paper of the folder. The first bunch of papers are about the apartment. I analyse them fast; it talks about when was it made and by whom; there's a list of names, probably these people are the old owners; my dad was right, a lot of people had lived in here for so many years.

The second one is more interesting, it's about us: about our mission and the estimated time, my blood runs cold when I read we can be here for a year, at least, a year far away of our home, a year far away from my dad; it also mentions our training routine, but I don't dare to read it; finally, I read the name of the field, 'The Second Sun'. I know this planet, it's far away from ours, but we've still a good alliance. Based on the weather, I would've never guessed it.

That's a relief. Namjoon wasn't hiding any dark secret from me. I will never understand why he likes to overwork himself, we're a team, it doesn't matter if he believes - if we make him believe - he's the leader.

I put the two piles together and grab the yellow folder. I put all the papers together inside if it, satisfied with my answers. As I'm going to get up and put everything in its place, I see a dark fine folder.

I tilt my head, examining it. I thought that was everything. Suddenly, there's too much noise coming from the living room and I look at the door for security, even though it's locked.

The new stuff arrived.

I grab the few papers and I read my boyfriend's and father's name in the first line. I make myself comfortable, resting my back on the wall.

I read it all slowly and carefully, but everything is straightforward and clear. Tears fill my eyes as I turn on the pages. The first tear roll at the last sentence and a sob scapes my lips when I stare at the both signatures.

I hate them. Both of them. This was my father's idea, I know it. And Namjoon agreed. Agreed without letting me know, without asking me first, without talking about it with me.

I make a big ball with the papers, throwing it as far as possible, as if it will break the pact they made.

As if it will save Namjoon from this mess.

I lay on the bed, crying in silence. I've no idea when Namjoon has planned to tell me this and how, I hope he doesn't keep it a secret for too long.

I don't understand how he could make a pact with my father about me. About my safety. I won't let him die because of me, I'll kill him if he leaves me. The pain I feel in my heart changes as the seconds pass by, now my blood is boiling, my fits grabbing tightly the sheets.

Someone knocks on the door and I cover all my body with the blanket.

"Babe, are you awake?"

Namjoon can't see me like this and I don't want to see him right now. I put a hand on my mouth to stop my sobs, anger flying across the room.

I hold my breath until he walks away.

He shouldn't have kept it a secret from me, he should have thought about my feelings, too. He's being an egoist, he doesn't let me take care of him, but he can do whatever he wants, at any costs, to protect me.

I don't want to be worried every day for him, worried for his life. He's able to do whatever it takes to save me, but I don't want it. I don't need it. I need him by my side, caressing my hair, teaching me new things, improving his cooking skills. Instead. I want everything with him but this stupid contract.