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“Thank you!” Namjoon waves goodbye to the camera, puts the glasses on and turns around. He stays still until he hears the director say “cut!” and then he turns back around, bowing at the producers of the show they were filming for, thanking them for their hard work. From the corner of his eye he can see Seokjin is standing next to the director and smiling at him, holding Rapmon in his arms so the dog will not run around the office.
Once pleasantries are exchanged and the filming crew leaves the company building, Namjoon goes to the meeting room and sinks on the chair besides the one Seokjin is sitting at, flashing him a tired but content smile. “That went better than expected,” he says as he begins to pet Rapmon, curled up and resting on Seokjin’s lap.
“The PD told me it was nice working with you,” Seokjin replies, putting his phone away and scratching behind the dog’s ears. “Your mom had to leave but she asked manager Hobeom if someone could drive Rapmon home after the shooting, so I volunteered.”
“Oh, you don’t have to, hyung, it’s our day off,” Namjoon tells him, straightening up on his seat.
“I want to; Rapmon is like the second cutest puppy on the planet, after Jjangu, of course,” he says, and Namjoon laughs because he knows he means it. “And I get to take one of the company’s cars for a ride,” he adds, then leans closer just for Namjoon to hear. “And, if you come with me, we can make a date out of it.”
Namjoon chuckles. “If you put it like that how could I possibly say no?” He bends over to be at eye-level with Rapmon as he scratches under the dog’s chin. “Has Seokjin-hyung been good to you, Rapmonie? Are you ready to go home?”
Rapmon sits up, seemingly enjoying the affectionate touch, and his tail wags a little, which is enough to make Namjoon a happy dog owner.
“I still can’t believe you named your puppy Rapmon,” Seokjin tries not to laugh, adjusting the black beanie on Namjoon’s head so it covers his forehead evenly.
“It wasn’t my idea,” Namjoon sighs. “My sister beat me at rock-paper-scissors when we had to choose a name and she said, and I quote, ‘Rapmon, that way whenever I think of Rap Monster I will picture our cute little dog and not my brother’s ugly face’.”
“Ouch, your little sister is a savage,” Seokjin says, amused. “That statement is like the definition of sibling love.”
“Right?” Namjoon agrees, jumping to his feet. “Wanna get going?”
“Yes. Let’s go, Mon-ah!” Seokjin perks up, and the dog leaps out of his lap as he stands up, running eager circles across the room. “Just grab your coat and we’ll be on our way,” he tells Namjoon.
“Yeah, about that…” Namjoon starts sheepishly, pointing his finger in the direction of the office’s coat rack, where the only item hanging is a dark gray winter coat covered in dried-up grass.
Seokjin bursts in laughter. “Did you have a fight with the lawn?” he chuckles, and the younger just groans and crouches down to beckon Rapmon and attach the leash to the dog’s collar. “That’s going to be a bitch to clean.”
“I know,” Namjoon laments, deciding it will be future Namjoon’s problem to get that done eventually. “Ready?” he asks the elder.
“Always,” Seokjin answers, walking out of the room and into the hallway leading to the elevator, past a bunch of desks and people of their label working, followed closely by Namjoon and Rapmon. When they are in front of the metallic doors and he’s pressed the button, he turns to say, “I’m curious, how did you manage to do that to your coat?”
Namjoon hums. “You will have to watch the video next week to find that out,” he teases. “Since you hate spoilers so much.”
“You are no fun,” Seokjin pouts, then looks at Rapmon sitting in the floor between them. “I bet you would tell me if you could talk, Rapmonie, since we’ve met this afternoon and you already like me better than Namjoon.”
Namjoon gasps. “You take that back,” he exclaims, just as the elevator dings to signal its arrival. “I will show you,” he says, petty like a child, walking into the metallic box as the doors open. He’s still holding the leash but Rapmon hasn’t moved an inch, sitting by Seokjin’s side and looking at the younger with curious eyes. “Mon-ah, come here, puppy!”
Rapmon licks his nose, immovable.
“Rapmon-ah,” Namjoon bemoans, defeated.
Seokjin giggles quietly. “Monie, let’s go!” he tells the dog, and Rapmon rises his hind legs to wag his tail at him, following Seokjin across the doors and into the elevator. Namjoon is speechless, to say the least, when Seokjin pushes the ‘-1’ button for the underground parking level and the lift starts moving down.
“How did you…” he begins, but is cut short when Seokjin leans in to smack a peck on his lips, giggling.
“I don’t even know myself,” he admits with a smile. “Life’s mysteries, I guess. Don’t think too much of it, Joonie.”
“Rapmon, you traitor,” he tells the puppy jokingly, who ignores him in favor of bouncing around the small space, tangling Namjoon and Seokjin’s legs together with his pink leash.
Seokjin laughs. “Come here,” he says, but he’s talking to Namjoon, pulling him in by the arms for a short but sweet and lovingly kiss.