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“I don’t understand why you leave it all on the kitchen table. Just put it away, Namjoon.”
“But it’s usually stuff I need to use later. There’s no reason to go put it away, Jin.”
“It’s been there three months.”
“So?”
“I’m selling it all when we get home.”
Yoongi shot Hoseok a look as he grumpily listened to their friends’ bickering just beyond the front door. Hoseok gave him an apologetic smile as he rushed over, still fixing his tie with one hand.
“Don’t worry so much,” Hoseok said in a hushed voice, laying his palm against Yoongi’s cheek before opening the door. “Hey!”
The couple behind the door paused their heated argument, side eyeing the now open door. Namjoon coughed, and they both shook off their tense postures, turning to give Hoseok and Yoongi their best smiles.
“Hi,” Jin greeted, “Sorry we’re a touch late.”
“It’s fine!” Hoseok started gesturing to usher them inside.
“Yeah, Hoseok takes twenty minutes to pick out a shirt anyway,” Yoongi commented with an eyeroll.
They both chuckled, entering the surprisingly neat home. The living room flowed into the kitchen and dining room, only somewhat segregated by the stairs leading up to the bedrooms and a couple of carpets laid out on the hardwood floors.
Hoseok, still smiling and ignoring Yoongi’s remark, walked further into the house and to the bottom of the stairs. He cupped his hands around his mouth and called up the stairs, “Hana! Come say goodbye to your grumpy father!”
This earned him an eye roll from Yoongi, but the expression on his face lightened up when the girl came bounding down the stairs, dressed in one of her favorite princess outfits. She was about three or four;, both Namjoon and Jin always managed to forget. She did, however, look quite a bit like Hoseok and had the sharp personality of Yoongi.
“Why is dad grumpy?” Hana asked, giving him a look.
“Because dad is always grumpy,” Hoseok explained, picking the girl up and walking her over to Yoongi. “But don’t worry I’ll get him drunk so he’ll dance tonight.”
Namjoon and Jin were leaning against the couch now as they watched Hoseok carry the girl over to Yoongi. She reached out, bracing herself on Yoongi and kissing his cheek. Somehow, his steely disposition melted as he cracked a smile and held her in his arms.
Hoseok turned curtly on his heel to look back at Namjoon and Jin. “Thank you so much for doing this. We’d take her to the wedding, but she has school tomorrow morning.”
“Did you hear that?” Yoongi said to Hana, “Daddy thinks he can get me to dance. Isn’t that funny?”
She giggled, and Hoseok sent an eyeroll in their general direction.
Namjoon swept the air nonchalantly. “Don’t worry about it. Anything for you guys.”
“Fantastic.” Hoseok popped them two thumbs up before heading towards the still open door. “Money for food is on the table if you want to order. I’m going to start the car.”
“On my way,” Yoongi assured Hoseok, squatting down to put Hana on the floor, “Be good while we’re gone. Okay?”
She only spared a few seconds to give him a nod before running towards the bin full of toys at the other end of the living room. Yoongi watched her with a tiny smile as she bounced away, but that smile disappeared off his face like a light burning out in a matter of seconds.
He stood up and turned to Namjoon and Jin, still perched on the arm of the couch and watching everything with their own little smiles. They too lost their smiles, though, as Yoongi approached them with a look of deadly seriousness in his eyes.
When he spoke, his voice was low and sinister, “If anything happens to her, I will make sure both of you can never have children of your own. Okay?”
They both looked at each other, forcing nervous smiles across their faces as they nodded in unison. “Okay.”
His smile returned, and he clapped. “Great. See you soon.”
Before leaving, he gave his daughter one last wave, then was gone for good.
Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Yoongi acts so tough.”
Jin shrugged. “He’s just being protective. I’m pretty sure he only cares about two things, and one of them is his daughter.”
“Oh, and the other is Hoseok?”
Jin shook his head. “I was going to say coffee, but sure.”
Namjoon laughed, pushing himself off of the couch and surveying the apartment. It was in far better shape than their own. If he remembered anything from when he and Hoseok lived together, it was that neither of them were excessively clean people. Yoongi must just have a better hold on maintaining their place.
He smiled. “This is such a cool pad.”
“Our pad could look like this if you quit throwing junk everywhere.”
Just then Hana was suddenly in front of them. “Hello.”
They both paused, a bit caught off guard by the girl’s appearance.
“Oh, uh … hey,” Namjoon greeted.
“Nice to meet you,” Her voice squeaked, “I’m Hana, and I want noodles.”
“Hi, Hana.” Namjoon waved as he squatted down, bringing himself to eye level with her. “That’s more Jin’s department than mine.”
“Uncle Jin.” She turned to him. “Can you buy me noodles?”
“I could make some,” He offered.
“No.” She shook her head. “I want them from the place at the corner. Thank you.”
Jin and Namjoon looked at each other again. The amount of silent conversation that went on between them was at an all time high today, but of course, they didn’t have to use words, so why not just tap into telepathy. Namjoon shrugged his shoulder, tipping his head pointedly, and Jin raised an eyebrow, also tilting his head in response.
“Yeah, let’s go,” Namjoon said to her.
“I’ll change!” She exclaimed, “Help me pick a dress!”
“I didn’t mean -” Jin started, but was quickly cut off by the two of them running up the stairs. “Okay then.”
They strolled down the streets with their jackets on and their hands clasped together. It was that time before the sunset when everything began to turn a rich gold, and the chill of the evening started to sweep in from the shade where the sun had kept it at bay. Still, they had sunglasses on and kept their eyes alternating between the girl skipping in front of them and the scenery around them.
Hoseok and Yoongi had moved here before they even got married, later deciding on Hana and then reluctantly condensing their home office space into one room so the other could be hers. They couldn’t bear to move for space, though; this was a stunning neighborhood really close to lots of shops and things to do.
“This is a sweet neighborhood,” Namjoon admitted, gazing around at the other people milling about doing garden work or talking.
“What? You don’t love the apartment complex?” Jin joked.
“If apartment complexes had mothers, even she wouldn’t like our apartment complex,” Namjoon concluded.
“It’s not so bad,” Jin responded.
They left the topic alone, figuring it would lead to further argument, and both were a little wary to get going in front of Hana. So they walked in silence towards the noodle shop, watching Hana closely as she hummed little tunes on her way inside. She was extremely independent for her age. Not that it was surprising, considering her parents.
“Dude.” Namjoon pushed the door open to the shop. “It smells heavenly in here.”
“It smells tempting,” Jin tacked on, smiling at Hana who all but bolted up to the register where an older woman stood, counting loose change from a jar.
She greeted her with an instant smile, only needing but a glance to recognize who the set of eyes peering over her counter belonged to, “Ah, Hana. Where are your dads?”
“They went to a wedding. Uncle Jin and Joonie are here,” She explained, pushing up to her tiptoes to talk.
“Whose side?” She asked as the two of them approached the counter as well.
Namjoon stuck his sunglasses atop his head as he spoke. “Both? We’re just friends from college.”
“Well any friends of Yoongi and Hoseok are friends of mine.” She smiled, giving a gentle nod as she emptied the change back into the jar and moved her hands to the register. “What can I get for you?”
After ordering and getting their food, they sat by the bar against the window, just chatting as Hana picked at her bowl next to Namjoon. She was surprisingly quiet, but that might have been the amount of food she was stuffing into her mouth.
“Do you know whose wedding they went to?” Jin asked, slurping a noodle down and looking across the street.
“I think it’s … Jimin,” Namjoon recalled, “Were you there when he was?”
“Yeah, I remember him. I was in grad school I think,” Jin responded, snagging a few more noodles with his chopsticks, “He actually got married? I don’t think I ever saw him with the same person twice.”
Namjoon chuckled, “Crazy, right? I guess people do really change.”
“Mmm …” Jin hummed dubiously as he slurped another few noodles down, “I’m not so sure.”
“You think people never change?” Namjon scrunched up his features, “Really?”
“Well, maybe a little. But, not a lot. I mean, you haven’t changed much.”
Namjoon scoffed, dropping his chopsticks into the bowl and hearing them clatter against the rim. “I haven’t changed? In the two years we’ve been together … I haven’t changed? Like at all? Come on.”
Jin rolled his eyes. “Besides getting older? You still have the vocabulary of a dictionary and choose to curse instead. You still hate doing dishes. You still wear oversized overalls that aren't in anymore. You still clutter every surface available to you.”
“Of course,” Namjoon interjected, “It’s always about the clutter to you. I can’t believe it bothers you that much. I’m going to clean.”
Jin let out a laugh and shook his head. “I’ve been waiting for you to clean since we moved in, Joon!”
“I’m a busy person!”
Their voices were escalating again as Jin rebutted. “I’m busy too! Everybody is busy, you aren’t special. You’re just making excuses and I have to pick up the slack.”
“Well maybe if you spent less time being a self-entitled prick and more time talking then it wouldn’t be like this.”
“I’m like that because I know you won’t. We can’t even have a conversation about it because of your ego,”
“That’s because you won’t budge on anything! You won’t make compromises.”
“What’s to budge on? Compromises mean both people working on something and I don’t do anything.”
“Anyth-Really?” Namjoon stood up, pushing the stool back from the bar and grabbing his noodles., “It’s time to go.”
He snatched the bowl off of the table and stormed over to the trash where he proceeded to aggressive dump the noodles out.
“Joon.” He heard Jin call.
“Sorry, can’t hear you over my ego!” He yelled back, now angrily spooning the noodles stuck to the rim of the bowl into the trashcan as well.
“Namjoon.”
He proceeded to ignore the voice until he was done cleaning out the bowl and then he tossed it onto the tray, slapping his hands together to get the dust off.
“Namjoon!” Jin yelled.
“What?” He spun around, glaring at Jin.
Jin was pointing to the seat next to where Namjoon had just been sitting. Hana’s bowl of noodles was entirely empty, sitting on the counter without the chopsticks. Hana, however, was gone.
He looked from side to side. “Hana?”
Jin stood up, both of them scouring the noodle shop for any sign of the girl they had been asked to babysit. She was nowhere in sight. They even hurriedly checked behind things and beyond the counter, but the older woman only shook her head when asked if she had been there. When they both stood up from checking under a table, they looked at each other.
“Oh fuck,” Namjoon breathed.
They both bolted for the doors.
“I can’t believe you lost a child!” Namjoon panted.
“I lost the child?!” Jin yelled back, “You were sitting next to her!”
They were jogging up and down the streets around the noodle shop, but it looked bleak. No signs of Hana, nor anybody or anything that indicated she had gone a certain direction. To make things worse, it was getting darker by the second, and they knew it would be nearly impossible to find a child at night.
After a full sweep of the side streets they ended up in front of the noodle shop, skipping to a stop and doubling over to try and pull ragged breaths into their sore lungs. They heaved there for a moment, no longer hurling insults. But the silence didn’t last for long.
“Now what?” Jin asked, glaring at his partner.
Namjoon huffed, not really responding to him and instead looking across the street. The sun was low and golden, casting tall shadows off every object dense enough to have one. His eyes fell on the sidewalk where an odd shadow was being cast from seemingly nothing. When he inspected it more closely, he jumped up.
“Chopstick!” Namjoon shouted, pointing at the pavement.
“What?” Jin asked.
“There’s a chopstick over there!” He took off across the street with newfound energy. He came to a halt over the chopstick and picked it up. “She must have gone this way. Come on!”
They were both calling out Hana’s name as they went, cupping their mouths to shout. The street was a long one, and they saw a multitude of alleys as they went, dearly hoping she hadn’t turned down any of those and stayed on the main path. The further they got, the darker it became, and the neon lights came on above bars and stores that were still open.
Halfway down the street, they became discouraged again, Jin losing his voice to a hoarseness deep in his throat. “How are we going to find Hana at this rate?”
“You’re looking for Hana?” Somebody asked before Namjoon could reply.
Jin turned to see a man dressed pretty nicely standing outside one of the neon lit buildings. “Yes. We can’t find her anywhere. She’s really small, brown hair, looks like a princess.”
The guy smiled and nodded knowingly. “That’s her. She’s inside.”
“Really?” Jin smiled. “Can I?”
“Sure.” He stepped aside and let Jin push the door open.
Namjoon noticed a second too late where Jin was going and immediately charged in after him. “Jin wait!”
However, Jin had managed to get inside the velvet looking halls and heard the deep bass of music bouncing off the walls. Namjoon crowded in behind him, trying to get Jin’s attention, but losing every word he said to the volume of the place they were in.
Jin continued to remain adamant about this, pushing past a couple of people in the hallway and into the main area where they saw a bar and lots of lights. The people he pushed past managed to stumble a bit in the process, taking a spill on the floor in front of Namjoon and blocking him from following Jin.
Without too much thought, Jin walked over to the bar, catching the bartender’s attention quickly since there weren’t all that many people there.
“What are you having?” She asked with a smile.
“Uh … I’m actually looking for a girl named Hana. Guy said she was in here. Maybe somebody took her to a quiet room or something?” Jin explained.
“Oh.” She nodded, throwing him a confusing wink. “Yeah, she’s in the back. I can take you back there.”
“Perfect. Seriously, thank you so much.” Jin put his hands together like a prayer.
She chuckled at his words before gesturing for him to come around the bar. He followed her instructions, and she led him through a series of dark, wooden doors that led past different rooms, offices, and other things. They didn’t pass anybody as they went and eventually ended up at a room in the very back where she paused before opening the final passageway.
“You should take your coat off, handsome.” She swept her eyes down his body before finally opening the door and gesturing him inside.
“Okay … I don’t mean to stay for long but.”
Jin paused. There was just a chair in the room. A nice chair, sure, it was really comfortable looking, but that was it. The muscles he had strained running earlier compelled him forward towards the chair along with the bartender who was eagerly waiting for him to sit in it. So he did, feeling the cushions release a little air as he sank down into them.
“Thanks.” He paused. “So are they bringing Hana here?”
“She’s already here,” The woman said lowly, putting one knee in the space beside his thigh and climbing on top of him in the chair.
“Uhh … I was just looking for Hana,” He said in a flustered stutter.
“You found her, baby.” She leaned in closer.
Just then, a pair of hands pulled the woman away from him, and he heard the telltale depth of Namjoon’s voice. “Super sorry, ma’am, but he’s gotta go.”
“What?” The woman made some noises of protest, and Namjoon very carefully slid her off the seat and placed himself between what was definitely not just a bartender and Jin. “There’s been a slight misunderstanding here, okay?”
She made a dismissive scoff and stormed out of the room, kicking the already open door as she went.
Jin made a meek noise. “Thanks, Joonie.”
“Are you serious?” Namjoon spun around, yanking Jin off of the chair and taking him by the hand as they left the room. “How did you not know this was a strip club?”
“I just figured she’d gotten lost.” Jin sighed. “Don’t be mad.”
“Oh no, I’m going to be mad,” Namjoon raised his voice to fight the music that was growing in volume as they neared it. “You could have gotten lost or hurt, or charged for something. We can’t afford a prostitute sort of bill.”
Jin let out a little laugh, catching his breath because heavens knows if he laughs too much out of hysterity right now he’ll start crying and that would be counter productive. But it lightened the mood a little bit if that’s at all possible.
“How do we always end up in so much trouble?” Jin paused, “Seriously. Thanks for the bail out. I love you so much.”
Namjoon made a face. “Don’t get soft on me now.”
“I may as well say it before Yoongi gets to us.”
“True. We’ll finally get to figure out what it’s like to be skinned ali-”
Something snapped beneath Namjoon’s foot. He froze and gingerly pulled his heel back, looking at the splinters underneath his boot on the dark lacquered floors.
“That’s a chopstick!” Jin exclaimed, “She is in here!”
“Of course she is.” They looked up to see the guy from earlier. “Did you think I was lying?”
They both stuttered, not moving from their awkwardly lumped together position in the hallway. “It’s just that …”
“No bother.” The guy waved his hand. “She’s right in here. One of the girls is taking good care of her.”
He pulled a ring of keys out from his belt loop and sifted through the gold and silver mass before finally coming to one that frankly looked just like all the other ones. However, when he put it in the lock on the door, it clicked the tumbler into place, and he was able to push the door open, revealing a room with multiple chairs, thankfully.
They stepped inside and were instantly showered with relief as they saw Hana dancing on top of a table to whatever music the supposed stripper was playing off her phone. They were giggling and laughing so they both assumed that she was totally unharmed.
“Hana!” They both called in unison.
She spun around mid dance to look at them. “Uncle Jin! Uncle Joonie!”
“Yes!” Namjoon hastily walked over to the table and hoisted her off the surface and into his arms. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Okay.” Jin turned and thanked the man, “Thank you so much, but we really should be going now.”
“You can’t wander off like that, sweetie,” Jin said to Hana once she was safely on the ground outside.
“Seriously,” Namjoon added, “Now I know what a pulmonary embolism feels like.”
“You guys were being loud though.” She crossed her arms and huffed, walking down the street ahead of them. “Daddy always tells me not to be around people that are mean.”
The took a few strides to catch up to her, following closely behind as Namjoon explained, “Sometimes adults get mad at each other. We really shouldn’t have yelled, and we’re sorry. Just don’t do that again, okay?”
The girl let out a tiny sigh. “Okay.”
With that, they fell into a comfortable silence, treading behind the girl as they walked back to Yoongi and Hoseok’s home. They had gotten a bit further into the city than they had thought, and had to fade back out to the residential areas before ending up back on the right street.
Once they were in sight of the house, Jin reached over, slipping his fingers between Namjoon’s and catching the smile on his face as they walked back. He wasn’t the only one to notice, though.
“No, no, no.” Hana came to a sudden stop. “You can’t do that.”
“Hold hands?” Jin asked.
“Is it because Jin has cooties?” Namjoon joked.
“No!” She turned around and reached up to their hands, using her little fingers to pry them apart and push them aside. Once they were separated she faced forward again and put one of her hands in each of theirs. They knowingly took her hands and laughed to themselves as they started off again.
“Why do we have to do it like this?” Namjoon asked.
“Because whenever dad and daddy have a bad day they do this, and you had a bad day,” She stated succinctly.
Namjoon shrugged, only catching laughter from Jin as they finished their little walk.
The door greeted them with safety and solitude, opening up with no qualms and letting them into Hana’s humble abode. She bounced upstairs to get changed into pajamas, and Namjoon and Jin were left to pull their coats off and think.
“So … we’re not telling Yoongi or Hoseok about this, right?” Jin asked.
“Oh fuck no.” Namjoon tossed his coat onto the couch and then did the same with himself, “They will never, ever know.”
“Great. We’re in agreement then.” Jin slipped into the couch more carefully beside him and leaned his head on Namjoon’s shoulder.
They must have fallen asleep at some point after Hana changed and got back downstairs. She was tucked between them, and all three were peacefully asleep on the couch as the late night TV programs droned on in the background. And not too long after midnight, the original residents returned to disrupt that peacefulness.
Namjoon woke up to the sound of somebody stumbling through the front door. He blinked a couple of times, turning to look where the noise had come from.
“Yoongi.” Hoseok laughed. “Seriously, be careful. You’ve already hurt your nose.”
“I’m totally fine!” Yoongi asserted, staggering against the wall and obviously struggling to even stay upright.
Hoseok continued to laugh at his drunk husband’s antics, closing the door behind him and flicking all the lights on. With that, the other two people on the couch woke up, making little noises of protest as they did so. Namjoon straightened himself out and stretched a bit, feeling a knot already forming in his neck.
“Oh! I didn’t realize you guys were down here still.” Hoseok watched as Yoongi made his way over to the couch and dropped himself to the floor in front of Hana.
“Dad!” Hana slid off the couch and embraced Yoongi. “I danced on a table tonight!”
Yoongi pulled her into a hug, “Really? Dad did too!”
Namjoon and Jin looked to Hoseok who shrugged. “He’s not lying.”
“It was a bit of an adventure today, but everything went well,” Namjoon lied.
Hoseok put a hand on Yoongi’s head as Hana disbanded from him. “I think it’s time for you to go to bed, princess. Would you guys mind watching him for just a second?”
“What, you have two kids now?” Jin asked.
Hoseok reached down and picked Hana up, swinging her onto his side. “There are three in this house, really.”
He kissed Hana on the nose and then took to the stairs, gently making his way up and speaking weird gibberish like usual to his child. Once he was gone, Yoongi let out a dramatic sigh and tried to get himself up from the floor.
Namjoon noticed that he was almost certain not to accomplish that task and hopped off the couch, offering the drunken man a steady arm to climb up with. When he was further up on his arm, Namjoon noticed that Yoongi must have fallen because there was a cut across his nose and some dirt on his cheeks.
“Where are you going?” Namjoon asked, supporting Yoongi with one arm and smiling.
“Hobi will want me in the kitchen, I know.” Yoongi pointed to the other side of the floor. “Thanks for taking Hana for the night. Really appreciate.”
Namjoon chuckled as he guided Yoongi across the floor and into their tiled kitchen. “No problem at all. At least we can still have kids now.”
“Pshh …” Yoongi reached for a chair from the kitchen table and, with some difficulty, pulled it out enough that he could sit in it. “I was just talk like that, you’re actually pretty kinda cool.”
“I’m going to tweet that.” Namjoon lowered Yoongi into the chair. “Nobody will ever believe you said that. We were all shocked that you even told Hoseok you liked him.”
“I love him,” Yoongi corrected, “Don’t skew me.”
“Okay, okay.” Namjoon held his hands up.
They heard footsteps padding down the stairs, and Hoseok appeared wearing a t-shirt and sleep pants. He had a set of what were probably Yoongi’s sleep clothes in one hand and some first aid stuff in the other.
“He’s wildly intoxicated,” Namjoon noted as Hoseok entered the room.
“I know.” Hoseok giggled. “Isn’t it awesome?”
“He’s surprisingly nice.” Namjoon stepped away so Hoseok could put the items on the table next to Yoongi.
“He’s a nice guy. Just bad at showing it.” Hoseok laughed, still full of smiles as he went over to the sink and grabbed a washcloth. “You guys can go now. I’ll just send you money sometime tomorrow morning.”
Namjoon nodded. “Yeah. Have fun with that.”
He left the two of them babbling in the kitchen as Yoongi growled at the antiseptic Hoseok was about to put on the cut. When he made it to the other side of the room, Jin was looking around and patting his coat pockets.
“Lost something?”
Jin looked up. “Yeah, I must have left my keys in the bathroom when I went before we left. I’ll be right back.”
He jogged off towards the bathroom just behind the staircase. There were a lot of endearing things about Jin, one of which being that he worried so often. Some might say that isn’t exactly a thing to find endearing, but when you’re a person like Namjoon, a little nagging can be helpful.
Namjoon found himself leaning up against the door and watching Hoseok tend to Yoongi’s cut from across the room. Since the minute he found out they were together, he had never once been able to unpack what worked about them. Aside from being really passionate people, they were entirely different. Even opposite in how they showed their passion.
Though some might say the same for him and Jin.
“Thanks for making me go … and drink … and dance,” Yoongi was saying as he let Hoseok push his head back further to clean the dirt on his face.
“Anything for you, sunshine.” Hoseok chuckled.
“I needed it …” Yoongi trailed off, “and I’m sorry for being grumpy earlier. Totally, fully don’t deserve you right now.”
“Hey, l’m not without fault.” He gently applied a bandage to the cut and stepped back. “Love doesn’t stop because you’re mad.”
“Ready to go?” Jin pulled Namjoon out of his trance.
He blinked, looking away from the other couple to Jin holding the car keys and dangling them in front of his face. No words were exchanged again as he pushed himself off the door and opened it up. The other followed him behind and out into the cool night air.
Jin pressed the unlock button on his key fob, and the car blinked to life, unlocking its doors accordingly. After crossing the yard and wondering exactly where it was that Yoongi fell face first into the grass, they made it to their car and got inside.
Namjoon pulled his seatbelt on because he knew he would get an earful if he didn’t and then he stopped to think.
“What?” Jin asked, giving him a strange look as he started the car.
The engine roared to life, sputtering a bit before it did so but eventually got moving and started churning power. Jin’s hands went to the steering wheel, and he started to drive, taking his eyes off Namjoon to do so.
“I was just thinking,” He responded.
“You do that a lot. Dangerous.” Jin smiled.
“Yeah for sure …” He put his hand on his cheek and looked out the window. “Maybe we should have kids.”
“Namjoon, we lost a child today.”
“But we got it back,” He asserted with a grin, “Okay, maybe not kids right now. But, we definitely make a dynamic duo. I’m entirely sure of it.”
“So the bickering is just …?”
“Love,” Namjoon finished. “Because I’ve been really difficult with you lately, and I think it’s from the stress. We can sit down and compromise on stuff in the morning, but I really don’t see myself being with anybody besides you.”
“Whoa.” Jin smiled. “Careful. Sounds like a proposal.”
“Maybe it is.”
“Then, I accept.”
Namjoon looked over at Jin. The older one had his eyes on the road, so all he saw was the side of his face as the light bounced off of it. He did have a smile on, though, and a pretty big one at that.
“Fine,” Namjoon said, “It’s official.”
“I guess it is.”