I rarely update and I feel like I'm neglecting this book. I'm sorry. This is also not my usual lengthy 4k-word chapter because my dumbass brain and slow af fingers wouldn't fucking cooperate.

Warning: A lot of curse words again and me trying to write angst. :D

P.S. This time, Namjoon is the whipped one.

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"Sorry..."

Namjoon closed his eyes and shut it tightly. He inhaled shakily, his nose red and flaring, his mouth thinning and teeth clenching. Trying his best to calm himself before he could do anything he would regret later on.

This is the 9th time for this month. The 9th time his self-control and patience was put to test repetitively. If this could go on any longer, he might actually go crazy before he can even finish his essay. His fucking essay he was currently working on that was perfectly dry a minute ago that turned into a drenched mess of his own spit and mustard flavored mango juice.

"Hoseok..." Namjoon warily started. He opened his eyes. The brunette was looking down and rubbing his arm with one hand. He looked like a kicked puppy. Namjoon's eyes softened at the sight. His resolve to give Hoseok a proper scolding this time easily shattered.

He couldn't do it this time, could he?

Namjoon heaved a deep sigh at his own internal defeat against himself. His logical more composed self couldn't seem to win against a part of himself that deeply cares and loves Hoseok to the bottom of his heart. He was totally smitten with the brunette no matter how immature the guy acted. And so, he was stuck with his normal reaction whenever Hoseok decides to do one of his 'harmless' pranks on Namjoon.

"Hoseok, what did I tell you about you and your pranks?" Namjoon tried to sound stern and scary. Although he knew Hoseok wouldn't actually get scared of him. Knowing that Hoseok was used to being reprimanded by Namjoon.

"I only used mustard this time," Hoseok stared at him in the eye, the corner of his mouth lifted up, a futile attempt to hopefully make Namjoon think it was a harmless joke.

"I don't think it was just mustard. And you--" Namjoon pointed at the paper that he was working on that was now blotched yellow. He knew he should've written his draft in his laptop, but ideas refused to flow in his brain because he works better when he wrote them with his hand. "You fucking ruined my essay draft," Namjoon said, voice laced with anger.

"Technically, you're the one who spit it--" Hoseok abruptly stopped speaking when he realized what he have said, "--because it was my fault that I pranked you. I'm really sorry Namjoon. I won't do it again. I promise," he warily took a step closer and hugged the taller. He puts his chin on Namjoon's shoulder and wrapped the lanky guy in his arms. Just like the other times, Namjoon was again wrapped around Hoseok's grasp.

And just like the usual, he forgave him.

It was a late Sunday night when Namjoon was doing his homework. He was making it on his laptop due to the fact that he's been traumatized by Hoseok's last prank. It's been weeks since Hoseok's last prank and Namjoon hoped that Hoseok finally matured enough to realize that Namjoon didn't actually enjoy Hoseok's pranks.

You see, Namjoon knew how much Hoseok loved to pull pranks early into their relationship. He thought it was cute and funny. And pranks were just another way to show your significant other that you love them and he considered it as 'couple goals' shit that teenagers were raving about. And all was fine before.

Until the pranks became frequent when they got too comfortable with each other. When the spark wasn't there anymore, the tingles and butterflies in their stomachs died out, though the love was still there. Namjoon knew he still loved Hoseok, the same goes to Hoseok.

Namjoon was typing on his laptop, peacefully listening to rap music with his earphones on for almost 6 hours.

Through the reflection of the monitor, a dark figure was behind Namjoon, slowly creeping.

Namjoon stopped typing and slowly turned on his back.

A man wearing a white laughing mask in a black outfit was standing still on the doorway.

Namjoon's eyes widened in fear. His overworked and possibly fucked out mind was telling him to run, his last three brain cells weren't keen enough to stop and think that it was just probably his prank-loving immature excuse of a boyfriend.

Namjoon abruptly stood up and tried to run. He was three steps in when a loud crashing sound erupted on the room.

Namjoon halted.

He slowly turned around to look at the destroyed object...and when he did, his blood have gone down the drain. His laptop laid there on the floor, the monitor completely cracked.

Namjoon forgot to remove his earphones.

He stared in shock at his broken laptop. He slowly stepped closer, completely disregarding the man standing stiffly on his doorway. He crouched down and gingerly touched the object.

Namjoon's blood boiled.

"HOSEOK!!" Namjoon turned around and stood up to glare at the guy. His brain now fully aware that the guy had been Hoseok all along.

Hoseok removed the mask and scratched his hair, looking genuinely scared for the first time ever.

"What the fuck Hoseok!" Namjoon snapped.

"I--"

"What the fuck is it this time?" Namjoon yelled angrily. Hoseok was appalled at Namjoon's reaction. It was the first time Namjoon has ever snapped at him.

"You were busy and I thought you needed a break--"

"By scaring me?!" Namjoon unbelievably said.

"I thought you'd like it, like before when you used to," Hoseok replied.

"No, I fucking don't like it. I've always hated your pranks! You're too fucking immature, Hoseok. Just grow the fuck up, will you?"

Namjoon couldn't take it anymore, his vision could only see red and the only thing that matters to him at that very moment was letting out all his pent up frustrations and feelings. He literally exploded with anger.

Hoseok gasped in disbelief. "So you have been pretending all along?" A look of disappointment was written all over Hoseok's face. Somehow, Namjoon hated seeing that look whenever Namjoon accidentally gets real mad at Hoseok's pranks.

But Namjoon knew the real reason behind that face. The thought made his blood boil.

"I'm not like Taehyung! I'm not fucking okay with being tricked on, okay? We're two different persons so can you just quit comparing me to him and please learn to finally move on from him?!"

One of Hoseok's eye twitched at the mention of his ex. "Don't ever say his name in front of me again. He has nothing to do with our relationship. And you're the one who keeps bringing him up whenever we fight."

"That's because you expect me to be okay with your pranks just like Taehyung. But I'm not him! I will never be him. I'm tired trying to be *sniff* him..." Namjoon didn't realize he was already crying mid-sentence.

Hoseok stood there staring at a crying Namjoon. The tall guy was sniffing and wiping the incessant tears streaming on his face with his sweater paws.

Hoseok's heart broke at the sight. His Namjoon was crying because of him. He had been the one making his baby cry all along.

Hoseok took a step closer but was stopped by Namjoon.

"Stop, don't go near me. I'm through with this shit. We're fucking through," Namjoon held his hand in front Hoseok, so Hoseok complied. The taller walked past him and went out of the room. A few seconds later, he heard the main door of their apartment close.

Hoseok stood there staring at nothing in particular. Then he felt nothing at all.

Hoseok didn't even look for Namjoon even though it was already late since he's sure Namjoon must have went to Yoongi's apartment.

He carried on like nothing happened. Like he wasn't just dumped by the only person who endured being with someone like him.

And maybe he deserved it. Uhh...no...he really fucking deserved to be dumped by Namjoon.

But it was fine.

Hoseok slept with a big empty space on his bed and in his heart.

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That's how bad I am at writing angst and I wrote this with the little time I got so I'm sorry if this isn't as good as the other chapters. But thank you for the 7k reads and 100 followers uwu. ❤