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Kim Namjoon thinks too much. Presumably none of help for his own good but he does it anyway. He’s a wandering soul with so many questions about the world he has yet to answer and mysteries left to his own devices to uncover. His mind never stops spinning that the best sleep he could muster to coax his brain into was a good four hours of sleep every night and he’s damn thankful he could even rest his eyes for a minute.
His parents always told him he was a brilliant and genius kind, with a bucket load of talent he never knew how he picked up but that doesn’t stop his mom to brag about his smart son to her friends every time she invites them for tea. He grew up in a world full of praise and validation, with years of basic education he accomplished with excellence but instead of being proud of himself too he started to feel less and less of a person every day.
Am I worthy of life? Is making my parents proud the only reason I exist? Or am I just a worthless speck of dust pretending to control my fate?
He spent countless of nights away from his room full of books, certificates of recognition, trophies and medals, choosing companionship in the form of the swing set his father built at the back of their yard when he was five years old. He sat there every night when the lights turn off, murmuring wishes to the sky, desperately trying to look beyond his shell and try to unravel the person underneath.
He had too many questions and doubts, and so when he entered college, he made the first decision he ever made for himself. He took Bachelor of Arts in Philosophy with his eagerness to understand what kind of person he is. His parents were hostile with his field of study, when they thought he was going to pursue a field involving science or mathematics, for they were subjects he flourished in the entirety of his high school life, with his report card bearing the letter A in all rows and columns.
He learned that you don’t necessarily love things you were good at. Because being great at something is like a default of your life, your comfort and safe zone--- and being too comfortable in anything is dangerous. You start easy, with candid smiles and steady success but when you start to go along the road, you take things for granted and what’s truly important , ends up losing its value.
He was also brave enough to battle the stigma of choosing a degree program that doesn’t focus on what the society wants a student to be. Being smart was always necessarily interconnected with the maths and sciences and so, this was obviously the path every child should take. But he has no more reasons to prove himself to others; the only person he’s trying to prove himself worthy to is none other than Kim Namjoon. He’s not even nearly there, but belief is more powerful than you can imagine and so he takes pride in that.
And that Kim Namjoon, who believed, is presently 24 years old, a PhD Candidate in Philosophy and has a soul made for thinking about him and others. The said man is also currently shivering in the middle of winter, because even he was gifted with a brilliant mind, he is tragically dumb at all things needed for human survival and preservation.
It was eight in the morning, too early for Namjoon to be walking in the freezing campus but he has no other choice but to sacrifice his existential crisis hours to meet his dissertation adviser who told him the day before that she was leaving the country tomorrow for two weeks for an international seminar the professor was invited to. And so, in the name of his pending dissertation that he was only a two chapters in, he decided that he should meet his adviser for the love of his life and advice that makes sense. He’s been stuck with a paragraph he was (re: trying) writing for a day now and so the need is real.
He carefully treads the path to his adviser’s room in all of his clumsy might while the snow crunches heartily under his boots, because his idea of finishing his dissertation does not involve a cracked skull and casts all over his limp body. He was only a couple of meters away from the door when he hears an especially loud but slightly nasal voice calling for his name. Goddamit, who the hell is looking for me this early in the morning?
The next call was more confident and nearer to his location and once his brain recognized it as none other than Kim Seokjin; he promptly takes back all the curses he spat towards the person in his mind.
“Namjoonie!” Seokjin calls out while desperately trying to stay balanced on the slippery trail covered in snow. His neck was drowning in red scarf he wrapped around it, cheeks and ears flushed pink due to the cold. It was too early for his mind to function in the morning but he cannot deny the fact that Seokjin was gorgeous. His melanin smooth skin was nicely complementing his raven hair and emphasizing the scarf.
But even before he could finish fawning over Seokjin in his mind, the older lets out a surprised squawk while he topples over the potted plant that was submerged in snow making it barely visible and Namjoon has never ran that fast in his life. Adrenaline must’ve kicked in, he mused.
But instead of saving Seokjin from falling on the ground, Namjoon underestimated his weight causing both of them to tumble down and now the pair was covered in chilling snow. Namjoon became a mess of apologies, murmuring inaudible stuff that sounds like “sorry” but even before he could properly ask for forgiveness of the recent accident, Seokjin bursted into an endearing laugh, his windshield-wiper laugh that Namjoon adored so much clear to his ears despite the cold numbing his senses.
Seokjin was first to stand up, reaching out his mitted hands to Namjoon who was still in the ground and staring passionately at the person in front of him. Before he can react further, the raven boy hauled him up to his feet and dusted his snow covered coat while still erupting into his silly laugh.
“Namjoonie, you’re clumsy as always.” Jin reaches Namjoon’s collar and tugs it gently to help him turn into a presentable state. “But is it bad that I still like you so much?” He cups the other’s cheeks into his hands and nuzzles his nose onto Namjoon’s. Their noses were flushed from the cold and Namjoon couldn’t help but smile. He remembered that Jin loved doing what he called the “Eskimo Kiss” and nuzzling noses was the Eskimo’s form of affection. He was cold but happiness flowed through him like a surge of warmth. Jin always made him feel him warm, like the loving person he is.
“What are you doing out here, by the way?” Namjoon reaches his fingers to tangle Jin’s hair that he knew the other loved so much.
“I was on my way to the auditorium for the acting seniors’ practice for their recital, they asked me to observe and judge. Well, they really do know who to call for things like these.” Jin brushed both of his shoulders with his hands, implying it was no big deal and smiles so brightly, Namjoon thought the sun had come out before his eyes, in the form of an angelic being named Seokjin.
Namjoon grabs Seokjin’s wide shoulders, “Well, I’m proud of you Honorary Drama Club President” and boops his nose before saying “Kim Seokjin”
Seokjin returned the favour by also grabbing Namjoon’s shoulder, though he was on a little bit of tippy toes to match Namjoon’s height.
“Well, I’m happy that you are, Band Vocalist Kim Namjoon”, Seokjin announces with a booming voice.
“Jin that was one time!” Namjoon interjects and Jin starts laughing so hard he reaches out one hand to grab his belly while one hand still on Namjoon’s shoulder.
“They needed someone that already have the songs memorized and I produced it so it was plausible that I should--” Namjoon tries to defend himself but was cut by Jin saying he wasn’t saying anything at all, voice still cackling.
“Jinnie, all I did was a favour!” Namjoon whines but it was as if Seokjin couldn’t hear him due to giggling while his shoulders were noticeably hunching up and down.
Then Seokjin realizes he was enjoying himself too much teasing Namjoon and he was almost late to the recital he was heading to before he found Namjoon and the following incidences that occurred after.
“Joonie, I gotta go I’m almost late, I’m buying chicken for lunch so you better come home, okay?” Jin hurriedly reminds as he darts forward to the direction of his destination, leaving an awed Namjoon behind, the ghost of Jin’s laughter still lingering in his ears.
Namjoon was hunched on the furthermost desk in the library which was near the autobiography section and the couches that were exclusively for masters and doctorate students only. That sofa set always make him think about equal treatment between students but after years of staying in the university, he supposes it wasn’t bad to have little privileges for his caffeine-filled and sleep-deprived struggling self.
He was trying to get some reading done with the books his adviser recommended for the literature chapter of his dissertation but nothing seems to be coherent in his mind. Words seemed like they were swimming before him and his eyes ache from being awake for almost 24 hours now.
He closed his eyes for a minute and when he opened it, he was surprised when his eyes met another person’s and a messy mop of lilac hair which he all knew who it belongs to But even before he could ask how Taehyung knew where he was, the lilac haired boy started smiling, eyes crinkling before him.
“Hyung. can you go this once, pretty pretty please?”, Taehyung pleads to Namjoon while trying his absolute best on exerting effort in his well-known aegyo, with squishy cheeks puffed and beaming boxy smile on full view.
He has no idea where Taehyung was inviting him to but he knew too well that all of Taehyung’s plans where intertwined with chaos and he was an adult with responsibilities that should know no to be involved in child’s play.
“I’m quite sure that nothing changes if you add two pretty’s on your please, Taehyung-ah.” Namjoon retorts while busying himself shuffling between two heaps of paper, trying to decipher which pile was the latest revision he presented to his adviser and avoiding Taehyung’s gaze. The last time he agreed to go somewhere with Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok ended up being escorted back home by the police and it was a horrible nightmare he would rather not think of again. Also, he’s damn sure that the moment his eyes meets the lilac haired boy’s eyes, he’ll have no choice but to succumb to his wishes against his will.
“But hyungie~”, Taehyung sing-songs while dipping low and tries to meet Namjoon’s gaze whose seated at the chair behind the desk. Namjoon tries hard and even dipped his head under the table but Taehyung was quicker than he is and suddenly found himself staring into Taehyung’s puppy eyes.
Namjoon sighs and resigns himself to a lost battle as he rose up to seat at the chair. Damn Kim Taehyung and his charms. He tries to convince himself that the last time was the worst case scenario and eradicates all bad thoughts from his mind.
“Okay, fine. I’ll freaking go to the party or whatever. Just go away and let me wallow in self-pity alone.” Namjoon raises his head to look at the Taehyung whose busy twirling his lilac hair between his dainty fingers but gets shocked when he’s met with the boys furrowed brows and voice laced with confusion.
“I didn’t say anything about a party, hyung.”
And it was Namjoon’s time to get confused. What? He wasn’t inviting me to a party? So what did I just get myself into?
“Aren’t you talking about the party at Youngjae’s?” Namjoon asks carefully while parting his blonde bangs that were blocking his eyesight.
“Nope.” Taehyung answers, popping the ‘p’ sound.
“Then what are you inviting me to?”
“A blind date,” Taehyung replies nonchalantly.
“Okay, fine. When’s this blind date?” The words barely register in Namjoon’s mind when it dawns on him. He’s been fooled by a cheeky lilac brat. Shit, not again.
“It’s dinner at The Red Crab. 7pm this Saturday. There’s a dress code and the restaurant so wear formal attire. We spent like our whole weekly allowance so this better be worth it. ” Taehyung recites as if he’s been waiting for this question all his life.
But even before Namjoon could ask who we is, Taehyung exits the room with a hurried “Bye!” and he’s alone again in the room with muffled hoots of excitement in the distance.
What the hell is Taehyung up to?
Would it make Namjoon feel better that Seokjin’s afternoon is just the same?
“For the nth time, Jungkook-ah, no,” Seokjin shouts back from the kitchen to Jungkook whose busy cleaning his camera lenses on the sofa. The younger’s face fall again at the message of rejection but it doesn’t stop him from trying again.
“But hyung, its dinner! And you like food!” Jungkook tries to reason out. He even pouted and sported his hands into an eating gesture to enhance the adorable façade.
“It’s still a no.” Seokjin replies undeterred while scrubbing the sink clean with a white concoction that Jungkook doesn’t know and he’d rather not find out because he was no way interested in house chores such as cleaning the sink. Well he liked doing laundry, just the laundry.
Jungkook lets out an exasperated huff as he runs out of reasons to persuade his hyung. The raven haired boy cautiously places his camera on the coffee table and quickly shuffles through the short distance between the receiving area and the kitchen.
“What if I do your laundry for a week?” Jungkook starts to bargain, his sweet voice becoming louder as he nearly approaches a dead end.
“You can’t even do your own laundry regularly, Kook-ah” Jin reminds him while abandoning the sink for the ramen packets scattered on the table and proceeds to place them inside the pantry. Jungkook whines which sounds something like that was one time I forgot why couldn’t his hyung believe and trust him he liked doing the laundry. But he decides that it was an argument for another time, because he was on a mission.
“Hyung, if I buy you coffee for a week?” Jungkook’s eyes have gone extra wide and round when he realises the bargain he offered was starting to be a threat to his budget.
“Tempting but I bought this week’s stock already.” Jin stops to peek behind him to look at the younger that looks like a wave of relief rushed through him then furrows his brows again as he thinks hard and through Jin’s point of view, he seemed like he’s about to do the hardest decision he ever made.
“If I let you borrow my Kimi No Nawa cd?”
Jin lets out a surprised cheer and delightedly replies, “That far? You never let us touch that beloved cd of yours.” And he continued to arrange the cans and bottles beside the ramen he just placed inside.
“So, is it a yes, hyung?” Jungkook sounds hopeful. And he was truly wishing so hard that his hyung would already bite the one hell of opportunity he just offered.
Seokjin turns around to face Jungkook. “You’re trying too hard, Kookie. But it’s still a no.”
Jungkook’s face fall at the reply of the older but he quickly regains his composure and pulls out his last card. The last fucking card and then I’m giving up, Jungkook says to himself.
He let out a big sigh and advanced to drop the bomb. “Okay, so what if I buy you the limited edition Princess Peach figurine?”
He never heard his hyung answer so fast that it seems like he didn’t even think at all and said “sold” purely out of instinct. He knew it; his hyung would undoubtedly sell his soul for limited edition Mario merchandise.
Jungkook’s face was torn between success and defeat. “Ugh, losing more money wasn’t part of the plan but here are details on the blind date hyung. Dinner at 7 at The Red Crab. Wear formal attire. Bye hyung I gotta find Jiminie hyung and Taetae hyung and demand compensation.” Without any more words Jungkook leaves the apartment, leaving a stunned Seokjin with the words “blind date” looming in his mind.
“So, how was your job done, Jungkookie?” Jimin asks while his head was hanging upside down from the couch while watching on his phone a dance routine on Youtube and as Jungkook enters the apartment, sporting a grim look with his round eyes looking down and his lips was formed into little pout.
“I got Jin hyung to say yes and lost some more money.” Jungkook said gloomily as he crashed into the space beside Jimin and sent a bowl of popcorn that was placed on the coffee table tumbling in the air.
“Oh, shit. Yoongi-hyung would kill me when he sees this mess.” Jungkook murmurs to himself and resigns himself to his new found fate that is picking up stray popcorn on the floor.
“Where are the others, anyway?” The younger asks Jimin, while still hunched on the floor.
Jimin hums as he hits the pause button on his phone and proceeds to answer the question.
“Yoongi hyung and Hoseok hyung have gone out to get some food but miraculously, they’ve been missing for an hour now and they’ve mentioned that they’re getting food at the pizza place at the intersection outside the university which like” Jimin air quotes, “just 10 minutes away.”
Jungkook shrugs. He’s already too familiar with his Yoongi hyung’s lethargic state, but what’s truly miraculous, as Jimin dubbed, is Yoongi hyung even volunteering to walk under the sun and it’s already nearing noon. That man is so whipped for their Hoseok hyung, he’s starting to stray away from his regular schedule of staying inside the house between classes and no one in hell can drag him outside in a million years. Talking about whipped culture.
“What about Taetae---” Jungkook tried to ask but he was cut off with the sudden arrival of a victorious Taehyung. Speaking of the devil.
“Jungkookie~” Taehyung singsongs as he dramatically glides from the front door to the sofa. And thankfully, no bowls were injured in the process. “How was your mission?”
“Good because I made Jin hyung agree but bad because I made myself lose more money.” Jungkook stares at space as he mourns over his allowance for a week. Ramyeon for dinner every night, it is.
“Cheer up, Jungkookie~ I made Namjoon hyung agree without a whim, and we’re one step down our mission” Taehyung breaks into a little victory dance that involves too much repetitions of hands brushing off shoulders.
“That settles it then,” Jimin concludes. “Our plan is taking place beautifully, piece by piece. And now we wait for food. They’ve been taking far too long.”
And as if on cue, Hoseok waltz in carrying three pizza boxes perched on top of each other and a smug Min Yoongi in tow.
“What are you brats, doing here?” Yoongi asks he takes off his shoes at the front door.
“Because we love you hyungieeeee”, Taehyung answers dragging his syllables far too long, adding to the annoyance Yoongi is feeling right now.
Then Jimin who was previously claiming the sofa for himself unceremoniously back hugs Yoongi as the latter is wiggling away from his death grip consisted of bulky muscles, tank tops and sweaty dongsaengs.
“Hyung, don’t be such a grump! We’re celebrating part one of our amazing plan.” Jimin warns Yoongi as the younger’s eyes turn into crescents and a bright smile decorates his adorable face.
“Ugh, fine. Get off me.” And Jimin releases Yoongi after one more hug.
“Seok-ah, why did we bother agreeing to this plan, anyway?” Yoongi tries to ask again as his brows meet each other while turning his face into a frown.
“Because we’re friends of those dumb losers, hyung.” Hoseok appears by Yoongi’s side and pecks both of his cheeks with kisses which subconsciously turns the former lethargic man into a good mood, accompanied by a gummy smile and a quiet but endearing ‘thanks, seok-ah. love you’ he murmured into the lover’s ear.
Jungkook breaks the two’s moment with a loud, “Can you guys continue later? We’re hungry as fuck” which earns him a shoe flying to his direction that he merely missed his face by a few inches and hit his chest instead.
The four exploded into a loud laugh muffling Jungkook’s protests of pain. They decided to ignore the younger and dig in the pizza the couple bought because as Taehyung said it, “eating past lunch time makes my voice horrible” and no one believed him but it resulted just the same, with five of them stuffing their faces with Hawaiian and pepperoni pizza.
“To success!” After a slice or two, Hoseok raises his glass full of cold cola and everyone, well but Yoongi, follows suit.
Saturday came and Namjoon removed the fourth suit he tried on within the last hour. He has no idea how he accumulated a lot of suits but at this moment, nothing feels right. He even tried wearing his suit reserved for his yearly escapade with Seokjin but that expensive ass suit didn’t sit right with him either so back to the closet it goes.
In the next half hour, being quarter to 6 already, Namjoon settled with a white button down shirt, black slacks and a black blazer. Nothing can go wrong with black, right? The blonde thought to himself. He even tried to tame his messy mop of bleached hair into a somehow decent and formal look but what can he do if his hair refuses to be styled?
With a sigh, he picks up his apartment keys, phone and wallet in one hand while simultaneously turning the house into a massacre in search for where the hell he placed his blazer. Jin will have my head when he sees this mess. Well, to think of it, he hasn’t seen Jin the whole afternoon. He left the house early in the morning to god knows where and hasn’t returned ever since. Well, it won’t do me good worrying about a glass of perfectly great milk.
With miraculously about 40 minutes to spare, Namjoon finally leaves the front door of his shared apartment with Jin. The Red Crab is about a ten minute walk from their campus so it wasn’t surprising that the blind date will be there. As far as the internet could educate him, The Red Crab is a luxurious seafood restaurant, which specializes in crab dishes which is common sense, it’s only open in the evening from 6pm to 11pm, and he doesn’t know the reason why a restaurant has such short business hours but that is none of his concern right now.
He feels excited and anxious at the time. Excited to meet someone new, whoever person Taehyung set him up with but there’s an unsettling feeling in his stomach because that’s the person he is. He’s always down to socialize but overthinking makes him suck at it. He’s always expecting too much from himself even when he’s great at just being him, as the others say.
Namjoon tries to bury his worries deep as he made his way towards the reception. “I have a reservation under Kim Taehyung?” He timidly asks. As the reception lady rise from her seat, he just lets himself follow her to the table Taehyung booked.
But as he approached the table the woman is leading him to, Namjoon gets so surprised that his eyes got round and his mouth formed a big O.
“Seokjin-hyung?” He calls out from the distance.
Seokjin seemed to be equally surprised as he lowers the menu he’s reading to look at the younger currently gawking at him.
“Namjoonie? What are you doing here?” Jin casually asks as Namjoon settles himself to the chair across him.
“That should be the thing I should asking you, hyung.” Namjoon lets out a chuckle. He didn’t expect to see Jin there, at all places.
“Well, fancy seeing you here, Mr. Kim Namjoon” He bows his head a little bit as exaggeration.
“It would be a pleasure to spend the night with you, Mr. Kim Seokjin” Namjoon tells him with equal fervour.
The two met each other eyes and bursted into laughter, probably a little too loud that that they heard the nearby table with an old lady seated let out an un-approving hiss.
The pair was broken out of their little world as the waiter arrives with their appetizer which some sort of vegetable dish with beans and sauce that they don’t know the name of. But they enjoyed it just the same, with occasional comments from Seokjin who’s boasting that he probably could’ve done better with the dish, sending Namjoon into a pit of laughter causing him to grab his stomach. Jin is charming as always. He’s the life of every party.
“So what made you come to this pretentious dinner party?” Seokjin asks out of curiosity as he eyes Namjoon whose smiling to himself while playing with the left-over beans on his plate.
But before Namjoon could answer, Seokjin retracts his question and told him, “Wait, don’t say it, let’s say our reasons at the same time” while muffling a giggle.
“One, two, three”
“Kim Taehyung”
“Jeon Jungkook”
“Those cheeky little brats”, Namjoon laughs boyishly while he witness Seokjin erupting into his windshield wiper like distinct laugh that he always admired. Fuck, is Jin even real?
“Guess you were too occupied as always to not even bother to refuse Taehyungie, Namjoon-ah.” The raven haired assumes because it was always that time of the year that Namjoon thinks too much. He never truly understood if it was the weather or just Namjoon. But he knows it too well.
True to Seokjin’s deduction, “You know it, hyung. It’s just stressful this time of the year.” Namjoon tries to pretend he’s okay even though he’s sure Seokjin wouldn’t buy his excuses in a million years.
“You stress yourself too much, Namjoon. I know you’re such a passionate person with your studies but this is just---“Seokjin stops, trying to find the right words. “You’re trying too hard to prove yourself when you well damn know you’re worthy of what you have now. Do you really want me to get mad at you?”
Seokjin stares intently at his eyes, targeting his weak link and making him draw the walls he built himself a little lower.
“No,” he lets out with a small voice, feeling ashamed about how he’s been acting for the past week.
“Okay, good. Now let me get this straight, Kim Namjoon. You and I are not going to leave the house tomorrow. No one is going to coop themselves in the library.”
“But hyung-” Namjoon tries to object but he stops himself and just concedes to the older man. No one has ever won an argument with Kim Seokjin and of all people, he should know.
“How about we get ice creams and watch that shitty movie you like in the living room?” Seokjin suggests.
“Sounds good” Namjoon answers and feels a wave of relief brush inside of him. He always considered himself lucky that he has Seokjin by his side. He never failed to reassure Namjoon with his kind words and warm presence, he wouldn’t even wish to change his life. He’s a big puzzle with scattered pieces but Seokjin has always been there to pick the pieces and hand it to him, it times he forgot to take care of himself. There are times, he got too submerged in his work, and he can’t even find time to feed himself. He ponders on the time he frequently found steaming meals beside his door when his stomach grumbles too much; it’s hard to shrug it off. But he can only remember the times Seokjin has helped him, but has he ever been of help to him in the past five years?
“Namjoon-ah? Are you okay?” Seokjin asks worriedly at his distraught lover. The steak already came but he didn’t show any sign of recognition to the waiter who tried to ask him what wine he would prefer so Seokjin answered red wine for the both of them.
Namjoon seemed to wake up from his self-wanderings when Seokjin held his hand from across the table.
“Huh? What did you say, hyung?” Namjoon asks as he tries to compose himself.
“The food’s here. Let’s eat?” Seokjin tells him.
“Ah, yeah. Sure uh, let’s eat before it gets cold shall we?”
So they eat in silence with sporadic hums of approval from Seokjin. They finish their meal and Seokjin tries to ask the waiter for their bill but the man states that the payment has already been completed in advance. He lets out a contented sigh and says he’s happy he got to eat free delicious food again.
The waiter motions to escort them to the exit and so the pair politely accepted and followed him to the front the restaurant. Seokjin tries to hail a cab but Namjoon stopped him by holding his hand and saying, “Hyung, can you answer me honestly?”
Seokjin stops dead in his tracks and answers an unsure “yes” despite being a little startled with the sudden seriousness in the air.
“Have I ever been of help to you, hyung? In any way?” Namjoon questions warily, his voice laced with anxiety and fear.
But Seokjin is quick to answer and smiled warmly at him, his teeth gleaming in the dark.
“Is our episode at the restaurant not enough to you?” Seokjin hums.
“No, I mean yes, uh” Namjoon turned into a pit of incoherent answers which made Seokjin smile again.
“You’re cute, Namjoon-ah”, Seokjin exclaims while massaging the latter’s hand in his grip, his bright smile still plastered on his face. He looks up to stare into Namjoon’s eyes.
“You’re an amazing person and you’ve helped me in so many ways I couldn’t count. But do you remember when we first met?” The older reminisces their old days. “It was a rainy day in July and we met in the convenience store across our high school. You were 16 and I was 17. I was shivering because of the cold and you didn’t even think twice to offer me your umbrella when you were cold yourself and you could probably use a medicine or two.”
Seokjin reaches out for Namjoon’s other hand to envelop it in his warm ones. Jin always does that, using his warmth to reassure Namjoon’s growing coldness.
“I never met someone with such innocence and kindness, I liked you very much starting from that day. From the occasional help I receive from you, whether it is leaving your own PE uniform in my locker when I left mine at home or when you gave me your chocolate milk when I didn’t get one from the cafeteria.”
Namjoon looks up to meet Seokjin’s eyes and he’s met with the same familiarity and fondness.
“It’s the small things that make the person, Namjoon-ah. And I can attest that you never changed and I’m thankful for you. So let’s stop this drama and get ice creams okay? I’m still hungry but I couldn’t stay one more minute in the restaurant with you looking at me with those sad eyes.”
The couple stopped by the convenience store and got the ice creams Seokjin wanted. They really watched the movie Namjoon has liked watching in the past month. They ate some more ice cream until their bellies ache and the pair promptly passed out in the couch, with Seokjin’s arms wrapped around Namjoon’s neck as he slept soundly on his chest and Namjoon trying to contain his legs within the vicinity of the couch and failing horribly.
Namjoon woke up the next morning to a mess of limbs with a throbbing neck from sleeping with such an uncomfortable position but he feels that it was worth it. Kim Seokjin has always been worth it.
maknaes (plus hobiii :D and yoongi hyung)
chim
did we just waste 300 dollars on NOTHING
tae
we didn’t even get a kiss
or A SMOOCH
OR EVEN JUST A PECK
im not even expecting tounge action
they acted like normal this is unfair
hobi
why are we friends with them again
yoongi
well to tell you the truth you befriended them first, seok-ah
kook
WOW YOONGI HYUNG LIVES
i honestly thought you were dead hyung
yoongi
shut up fetus
kook
there goes my allowance for a week
we even got the cheapest on the menu but were still broke
chim
a week??? Did u pig out on lamb skewers alone again kookie :///
yoongi
kid why didn’t you invite hyung
kook
hell no
as much as I would’ve willingly spent my money on lamb skewers instead
I bribed jin hyung to go to the stupid blind date with a limited edition princess peach figurine
tae
isn’t that like 30 dollars for the figurine then another 10 for shipping
kook
fuck shipping
hobi
shipping could go eat my ass
tae
im pretty sure yoongi hyung would like to give you that favor
chim
can we please turn this gc into a child friendly gc theres a child in here
kook
im 21 hyung
chim
okay lets go back to shipping and ignore the kid
the hell with shipping
I could’ve bought another pack of protein shake with the money I paid for shipping
tae
you AND YOUR PROTEIN SHAKES CHIM
kook
jiminie hyung is too obsessed with that shit
tae
as if youre not a muscle pig kook
chim
stop bashing my protein shakes they make my butt look good
hobi
i agree with jiminie
it does make his butt look good
chim
im glad theres a sensible person in this gc
kook
ew
chim
fuck u
tae
so whats for fucking dinner
kook
sigh we don’t even have enough money for pizza
chim
so ramyeon it is
for the nth time this week
tae
istg I can feel noodles in my bloodstream
kook
same hyung
same
yoongi
isn’t it sad to be the broke fucks you are