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It began, as all their conversations do, completely randomly. 

But if Namjoon had to be more specific, he'd say it's when he picked up the last container of yogurt in the fridge. Because Seokjin had decided to walk in at that time for some juice too, and so they naturally stopped to chat. 

And of course the conversation progressed as normally as it could for them, which means that it went from discussing the best yogurt flavour to debate about Jungkook's changing tastes in milk flavours to reminiscing over a funny trip to a convenience store while they were in another country to the latest kdrama Seokjin was watching where the male lead was a rich dude from the States and whether his plump lips would qualify him as a good kisser. 

And that's how it all began, really. 

"It's about the experience you know,the experience ." Namjoon stressed as he threw away the empty yogurt box, both of them already ten minutes into the argument. "Just having good lips won't make you a good kisser."

"Are you calling me a bad kisser!?" Seokjin squawked, offended. 

"Did you just admit you have no experience then?"

Seokjin gripped his glass of juice tightly, doing that cute pout-frown thing he does whenever he's mad. "Excuse you, I've had plenty of experience."

Namjoon knew that– they were all adults here, after all– but it was the principal of the matter. You simply just don't back down from an argument. 

( Unless it was something serious, but this was just his usual conversation with Seokjin. ) 

"How'd you know those were good experiences?" Namjoon challenged with a raised eyebrow, and Seokjin made an offended noise. 

"You want to see for yourself? And anyway, how are you so confident in your kissing skills? For all I know, you might just be jealous of my lips."

"Bring it on," Namjoon replied, leaning casually against the table and folding his arms. 

( Okay, Namjoon might take the previous sentence back. This was accidentally turning into something serious, but he wasn't a quitter. Especially not when it came to Seokjin. ) 

"You're not even in proper posture," Seokjin huffed, walking closer into Namjoon's space. Namjoon obliged and uncrossed his hands, pulling Seokjin in by the waist. 

"This better, your highness?"

Seokjin laughed at Namjoon's grin. "Damn right I'm royalty."

He was then kissing Namjoon before Namjoon even had a chance to respond, and oh. Seokjin was definitely experienced. It didn't help his lips were as soft and plush as anything, and Namjoon felt dazed at even the short peck. 

Seokjin could see it too apparently, judging by his smug smirk. It soon melted off at Namjoon's next words, though. 

"This doesn't prove anything though."

The man gaped at him. "Excuse me!? You can't say that while looking like that, just admit it was nice!"

"It was nice enough," Namjoon admitted readily with a deliberate casual tone and a shrug. "But you know, just one kiss isn't enough to know. Could be a fluke, or maybe you're good but I'm better?"

"That's– that's unfair! You're a sore loser!" Seokjin accused with a pout, and Namjoon tried very, very hard to not stare at his lips. What? It's not his fault, he's just still adjusting to being kissed out of the blue.

"Okay, here's the thing," the older continued, a challenge etched in every line of his face. "We try kissing each other under different circumstances, and whoever is the best wins."

Namjoon shot him an amused smile even as he was moving to clasp Seokjin's extended hand in a firm handshake. "Win what?"

"We'll figure that out later," Seokjin promised, eyes blazing. 

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Seokjin had almost forgotten about the bet. 

It's nothing new, him and Namjoon have had the most random conversations over the years. That's his 'say anything' friend after all. Nothing is too outlandish for them, and it's comforting to have someone he can talk to about anything without fear of judgement. 

Namjoon was not his 'do anything' friend though, so even Seokjin was surprised when he found himself kissing Namjoon. And the younger had let him. Even kissed back. 

That, was significantly harder to forget than the bet. 

But it's still been a month, so he figured it was just one of those random things that got swept under the rug as late night bullshit. Even if neither of them are too much of the touchy type and the other members don't usually smooch on the lips, physical affection and kisses are still too abound in their apartment that it won't be absurd to not blink at the kiss. 

( Even if Seokjin felt mildly offended that he couldn't help thinking about Namjoon's lips about the most random of times while the younger seemed to be totally unaffected. His lips were nice too, damn it! ) 

But it didn't hit him until they were getting their makeup done for a shoot, and Namjoon was in the chair next to his. 

"What flavour is that gloss?" Namjoon had asked, nodding towards the lip gloss the stylist was applying generously on Seokjin's lips. It seemed like an innocent question to everyone else, but Seokjin could see those eyes. He knew those eyes– that question was anything but innocent. 

Seokjin gave his lower lip a tiny lick before his stylist could respond. "I don't know," he replied, shooting his stylist a sheepish smile when she made an affronted noise at having to reapply. "Something sweet?"

Namjoon hummed, deciding not to deign that with a reply. He didn't need to, his piercing gaze did all the talking. Honestly, Seokjin didn't know if he loved or hated it when the stylists make the other all dolled up and do his eyes up so intimidating-ly. 

"It's maybe some kind of fruit flavor…thing," Jimin said from the other chair next to Namjoon, licking his lips a couple times. Their stylists were definitely going to kill them all someday, and Seokjin won't even blame them. 

"We'll see," Namjoon replied vaguely ( it was anything but vague to Seokjin, though ), turning back to scrolling through his phone. 

So Seokjin was fully unsurprised when he was cornered in some dark storage room while Jungkook and Hoseok's unit shoot was going on. 

"Jimin already said it was a fruity flavour, didn't he?" Seokjin said in liue of a greeting, raising an eyebrow at Namjoon who had him standing against a wall. 

The younger shrugged lazily. "We need a definite answer. And his could be a different brand."

Seokjin snorted, resting his hands on Namjoon's suit jacket as the man leaned in with a smile. 

"I didn't know you were such a connoisseur of lip glosses."

"Technically, the deal was to try out kisses in different ways." Namjoon retorted, and Seokjin could feel the smile when his lips gently met Seokjin's own. 

He broke it too soon though, and Seokjin frowned in disappointment when Namjoon pulled back. The younger lightly ran a finger on his own lips, wiping off some of the gloss that had transferred. 

"This feels...weird," Namjoon commented, rubbing his thumb and index finger. "I don't know."

"You don't like the gloss?"

"I don't know," Namjoon repeated. "It's just… Yeah. I don't think I'm too fond of it. Which is a shame because it looks stunning on you."

Seokjin squeaked, feeling his ears go pink at the offhand compliment. "W-well," He began as he mustered up his bravado again, leveling Namjoon with a confident gaze, "you could try again. I think you already took off all the gloss anyway."

Namjoon's lips curled up in a teasing grin and he lightly hit the side of his forehead against Seokjin's. "You want more kisses then? I'm better at this then?"

"I said no such thing!" Seokjin said hotly. "Next time I'll be slathering gloss on yours and then we'll see."

"I look forward to it," Namjoon laughed. "But anyway, as much as I'd like to grant your request, we need to get going so that you can get your makeup touched up before your shoot with Jimin. Shall we?"

Seokjin stared gobsmacked at Namjoon's back, the man already making his way towards the door. 

"You're the worst, Seokjin hissed, taking a few quick steps forward to catch up with Namjoon as they walked down the hallway. "Just leaving me hanging like that, really, what an awful experimenter. No manners at all."

Namjoon shot him an amused glance, then quickly tried to make himself look apologetic when Seokjin glared at him. Ugh, this insincere brat. 

"If it's any consolation, I'll make sure stylist noona doesn't scold you?"

"That's what you should be doing anyway." Seokjin huffed. "Whose fault do you think it is?"

"Right, right, I'm sorry." Namjoon said, not sounding sorry at all. "I'll let you have this win if it makes you feel better."

"I don't need a pity win!" Seokjin narrowed his eyes. It's the gloss's fault anyway, I'll make you admit my superiority next time!"

"Of course, hyung." Namjoon smiled, fondness etched in every crinkle of his eyes. He licked his lips, giving Seokjin a glance.

"It's raspberry flavoured, by the way."

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Seokjin has the most amazing, fail safe plan to win the bet, even if he had to wake up earlier than usual for it. 

Way earlier. This better work, he huffed to himself as he set down the toothbrush back in it's cup. The plan was pretty simple, just go into Namjoon's room and shake him awake and kiss a half asleep Namjoon. He'd find a way to make Namjoon open his mouth which will inevitably lead to a blast of gross morning breath and Seokjin can instantly declare that he's bad at kissing and win. 

He made his way to Namjoon's room, but hesitated at his bed side when he saw the younger sleeping so peacefully. Namjoon did come home late last night, and he spends so much time and effort in producing music for all of them…

But Seokjin had to do this! And it'd take five seconds to kiss him anyway, he can always let Namjoon go back to sleep and gloat about the "disgusting" experience later! Flawless execution of his plan, right there. 

"Joon-ah," he called out, lightly shaking Namjoon. All he got for that was a half snort and illegible mumbling, so he repeated it louder. 

"Wha–"

"I need a good morning kiss," Seokjin demanded as soon as the man blearily opened his eyes. 

Namjoon blinked dazedly, staring up at him. "Hzuh?"

"A kiss," Seokjin repeated, impatiently leaning in so that he could get the kiss before the man woke up any more than that and managed to gather his bearings. 

Namjoon hummed lazily, but at least some of Seokjin's words must have registered, because his hand fumbled around and grabbed Seokjin's own in a loose grip to lightly tug him lower. 

Seokjin greedily took the chance, obligingly taking the kiss that he had been asking for. It was nice , especially early in the morning, but he would never tell Namjoon that. And more importantly, the younger had pulled back and made a face when Seokjin's tongue had prodded at his lips to get him to open his mouth, foiling his plan. 

And Seokjin wasn't heartless enough to force Namjoon do something he didn't want to do, so he pouted and huffed and was about to go away when Namjoon's grip around his wrist tightened. 

"You're up early," Namjoon mumbled, half of the words lost in his pillow and the man looking like he was about to go back to sleep any second. 

"Just because." Seokjin shrugged, even though Namjoon probably couldn't see him because he had already closed his eyes. Seokjin honestly didn't have any excuse ready for why he was up early on a day off. 

"Rest some more," Namjoon tugged, yanking Seokjin down and surprising him with the sudden force. What the fuck?

Seokjin went smack jawed at suddenly finding himself sprawled across the bed–half lying on Namjoon. He squeaked and tried to protest, but their leader's arm landed firmly around his waist, in an action that felt final and booked no arguments. 

He squirmed and debated whether to say something, but then Namjoon yawned. Right into his face. Giving him a generous dose of his morning breath. 

Ew. 

Well, guess that takes care of his plan at least, even if it was not the way Seokjin thought it'd go. He huffed and adjusted himself to face the other way, deciding to just close his eyes and take a nap if that's what Namjoon was going to make them do. 

The gloating he'd do later over being a better kisser would be even better if he was well rested, anyway. 

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"Where are you guys going?"

Namjoon looked over towards the voice, only to see Jungkook peeking out from the sofa. The younger had lifted his head from where he was resting among the cushions, as if he had a sixth sense for food. 

"Just for some ramyeon, you wanna come?" Seokjin answered with a jerk of this thumb. "At that shop across the street."

Both of them waited for the inevitable "wait for me, I'm coming too" from Jungkook, but surprisingly, he just went back to lying down on the couch. 

"Have fun, bring back something for me."

Namjoon was about to say something, but he shut up as Seokjin walked over to the sofa and checked Jungkook's forehead with an exaggerated frown. "You don't seem to have a fever, so how come you turned down a chance to mooch food off us?"

Namjoon snorted as Jungkook made a noise of protest and pushed Seokjin's hand off his face, looking absolutely disgusted. Of course, that only made the eldest cackle in amusement. 

"Get off! I don't wanna thirdwheel, thank you very much."

Both of them blinked at that, going red the moment the words registered. Seokjin squawked in offense, attacking Jungkook by ruffling his hair with vigour. 

Namjoon sighed and smiled, waiting patiently for the two kids ( because Seokjin might as well be the maknae, their fans were definitely on to something ) to finish their squabble. 

"Listen."

"No."

Namjoon's chopsticks stopped midway, surprised at such a firm refusal of something he said with the most casual of tones. 

"But I didn't even say anything!"

Seokjin pursed his lips and pointed his chopsticks at him. "You don't need to, that's your I-want-a-kiss face."

"I–I don't have a I-want-a-kiss face!" Namjoon sputtered. 

"You totally do," Seokjin fired back. "What else were you gonna say?"

"Um…that the ramyeon is delicious?"

"Uh huh."

"And…," Namjoon hesitated, with the dawning realization that he just might have a I-want-a-kiss face. "...how I was curious if tasting it on your lips would make kissing any better?"

"Excuse me, my kisses are already top notch, these lips don't need ramyeon to elevate them," Seokjin hissed, eyes narrowing after seeing the casual shrug Namjoon gave in reply. 

"I don't know, you know that study of how most people wouldn't be able to recognize their doppelganger cause people tend to have an elevated opinion of themsel–ouch!"

"That wouldn't even have hurt." The words were countered by the smug grin on Seokjin's face, after his very well placed delivery of a kick to Namjoon's shin. "And your way of demanding a kiss is so roundabout that I think I fell asleep in the middle, try again."

"Oh I'm sorry," Namjoon grinned back cheekily, eyes starting to sparkle in the particular way it did whenever he got into a good bickering session with this hyung of his. "I forgot that children have a short attention span, I'd try to put it into baby words next time."

"The only baby here are these baby soft lips," Seokjin fired back, blowing an exaggerated flying kiss towards him. "By the way, this is all you're going to get for now because even though I have very generously decided to grant the wish of my tiny little junior, as the reliable hyung, at least someone has to make sure we don't get our faces splashed across every news website in this country."

Namjoon ignored the pointed look Seokjin had shot him at the end of the sentence. He was just kidding ( fifty percent )! He didn't actually mean a kiss right now ( any kiss would he nice )! He wasn't that irresponsible ( Seokjin, though, definitely made it hard for him to not throw caution to the wind ). 

He wrinkled his nose in faux disgust instead. "Are you not gonna wipe your mouth until you get home? Ew, gross."

Seokjin rolled his eyes, the expression replaced by a shit eating grin. "Who said anything about that when I have a cute maknae to steal bites from?"

( Jungkook sneezed, somewhere in their apartment. ) 

"You know, the ramyeon isn't really doing it for me."

Seokjin rolled his eyes again in the comfort of his room, fondly this time after having his fill of being peppered with kisses in blessed privacy. "How picky, no lip glosses, no food– should I take this as confirmation that my lips are the best?"

"Maybe it's confirmation that they suck no matter what?"

Seokjin patted his cheek, making Namjoon flush. "Being coy doesn't suit you, leave that for yoongichi."

Namjoon pouted and looked away, ignoring the other's tinkling laughter. 

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"Truth or dare?"

Seokjin thought it over, and Jimin waited impatiently. Really, he'd make sure it'd end up being a dare no matter what Seokjin chose, so half the battle was already won when he and Taehyung had managed to convince the man to even play the game with them after a lot of protests of "What are we, middle schoolers?". They even managed to rope Hoseok in when they saw him passing by the living room hallway, even if he had no part in Jimin's schemes.

"I don't know, truth?"

Jimin made a face, and Taehyung booed. "What the hell hyung, be more adventurous."

"I feel like speaking anything in the presence of you two is an adventure in itself," Seokjin remarked drily, causing Hoseok to laugh loudly.

"That's totally not true, come on, you should try a dare," Taehyung beseeched with a pout. "Like what's the most we're gonna do anyway?"

"Anything, knowing you," Seokjin retorted, but they knew they won when the man sighed. "But fine, dare."

"I dare you to kiss the first person that walks through this door!" Jimin yelled quickly before Seokjin could change his mind.

"What the hell–" Seokjin began to protest, but then rolled his eyes and accepted his fate. "You better hope it's not Yoongi."

"It's not gonna be Yoongi hyung," Taehyung assured, already covertly texting Jungkook to put the second part of the plan in action. He's supposed to make up an excuse to Namjoon about him being needed in the living room right this very second, and then hopefully they'd finally see their two hyungs get their shit together. Taehyung didn't understand how they're still not together ( because there's no way these two would be able to hide it with how they gaze at each other already ) but Jimin had apparently decided that he had enough of being patient, and an intervention was necessary.

"So are we supposed to wait around for someone to walk in or…"

Taehyung and Jimin looked at each other, not having thought about it this far. Ideally, Namjoon hyung should be arriving anytime soon if Jungkook did his acting right, but you never know.

"We can keep playing I think?" Hoseok interjected, tilting his head curiously. "And Jin hyung can go through with the dare when someone comes."

"That sounds fine," Jimin agreed, reaching out to spin the pen once again. They were in the middle of grilling Taehyung himself because he had chosen truth and his own best friend had absolutely no mercy in throwing him under the rug when his savior appeared in the form of Kim Namjoon.

"Hyung!" He yelled, avoiding the question about the most embarrassing thing he'd done while trying to flirt with someone.

Namjoon ambled towards them, looking like a comfy bear in a large hoodie and shorts, hair down. "You guys needed m–"

"Wow, what great timing!" Jimin interjected loudly before Namjoon would bust the plan. "Seokjin hyung has to tell you something!"

Everyone–even Hoseok– turned towards Seokjin with all the subtlety of a truck, expecting the older's classic red ears and flustered expression at the reminder of his dare, but….

Taehyung blinked, surprised. Seokjin looked way calmer than expected, even if a little ruffled at suddenly being put on the spot. Namjoon had bent down to be closer to where they were sprawled out on the living room floor, and Seokjin was casually leaning his back on the sofa, both looking for all the world that this was a normal Tuesday.

Well, Namjoon didn't know yet, so Taehyung could understand that, but he wasn't used to Seokjin not being shy at things like this.

"Aish, I don't actually have something to say." Seokjin rolled his eyes, looking up at Namjoon, the faintest of pinks on his cheeks. "I just wanted a kiss."

And this is a part where anyone would have expected Namjoon to stare with his patented confused puppy look and then laugh at the assumed joke, after which they'd tell him that Seokjin is serious and he'd get all clumsy and stammering before they'd urge the two on to have a small kiss on the cheek or somewhere.

But what actually happened– Taehyung is not totally sure of it, but he thinks he definitely witnessed it with his own two eyes– was that Namjoon laughed softly, shrugged with a casual "sure", and bent down all the way to kiss Seokjin. Right on the lips.

And it was the 'hyung is so cute' laugh on top of that instead of the 'you guys are pranking me again' laugh. What the hell.

"Is that the important thing Jungkook told me I was needed for? You could have just texted me." Namjoon said, breaking the kiss and straightening himself. He had an amused smile on his face, which was quite a contrast to Seokjin's furrowed eyebrows.

"I didn't tell Jungkookie anythi– wait."

Seokjin turned towards them, and even Hoseok looked to be on the verge of laughing at the impending rant.

"We didn't do anything!" Taehyung yelled, at the same time as Jimin yelled, "It was for your own good!"

"What?"

"Sounds fair," Namjoon piped up before Jimin could explain, the man shooting a smug grin at Seokjin. "A kiss from me would totally improve anyone's day."

"Yeah no my day is ruined," Seokjin shot back immediately. Taehyung wondered exactly how many times they've flirted like this, but then abandoned the thought. He'd be here all day otherwise. "I deserve compensation."

"With what, more kisses?"

"It's like you did not hear a word of what I just said." Seokjin looked annoyed when he said that, but everyone could see it was just being dramatic.

"Now I get it," Hoseok started slowly, capturing everyone's attention. "This is why you guys decided they need an intervention."

"Right!?"

"What's going on?" Namjoon asked, looking serious.

"Truth and dare," Seokjin answered for him.

"Uh, truth?"

"I'm telling you, not asking!" Seokjin pouted, hitting the side of Namjoon's leg who just laughed.

"Is this what people call third wheeling?" Taehyung drawled, making Hoseok snort. 

"This is what I mean!" Jimin yelled, stabbing a finger in the direction of the two who were staring at them with a mixture of incredulity and faint annoyance. "You two keep acting so couple-y and did you really just kiss right now in front of us like it's no big deal and oh my god you two were totally dating in secret, weren't you!?"

"What!?"

"Me and Jin hyung!?"

Hoseok smiled warmly at them. "Come on Joon-ah, I think it's time to come clean already."

"You too!?"

Even Taehyung and Jimin whipped their heads towards Hoseok, not having expected that anyone else shared the same theories as them.

Seokjin took a deep breath, visibly trying to calm himself down and will the redness down his cheeks. Unfortunately, the latter didn't seem to work for him. 

"Me and Namjoon are not dating, seriously, where are you guys getting this from?"

"So you just kiss your friends like that?" Taehyung challenged.

"Do you want a kiss? Is that what this is about?" Namjoon asked innocently, and now it was Taehyung's turn to be speechless for a second. "Ah, does Jungkookie want one too? Is that why he sent me–"

"No no no, oh my god, we're getting sidetracked," Jimin interrupted, running a hand through his hair. "So the main thing is, you guys are not together?"

"No?"

"But you still kissed so naturally?"

Namjoon shrugged, and Seokjin was the one to actually answer. "I mean, all of you are so touchy feely so…"

"That's bullshit and you know it."

"Mm, whatever you say Tae-ah," Seokjin grinned, standing up. "Enough of the interrogation, I'm leaving now."

"You can't just leave like that and leave us in suspense!" Jimin protested. "Hyung!"

"Funny, I thought you'd be grateful I didn't give you all a speech about your scheming?" 

Jimin shut up, giving a dazzling smile instead. "My loveliest hyung, I'm sure you're very busy, I totally won't want to impose on your generosity by taking up more of your time."

Seokjin laughed, lightly pushing Namjoon's back to make him get moving. The two left the living room together, already launching into a conversation about some kind of bingsu. 

There was silence for a minute, until Hoseok spoke up. "These two have no idea what they look and act like, do they?"

That started up the annoyed rant from Jimin that the man was clearly repressing the whole time, but from what Taehyung saw of them just now, he wondered if it wasn't the opposite. At that moment, Namjoon and Seokjin felt like two people who knew exactly what they acted like and didn't feel the need to actually have a conversation about it.

"Yah, would you really kiss the others too?"

Namjoon gave him a side eye. "Aww hyung, are you jealous? Is this your way of saying my kisses are indeed the best?"

Seokjin shoved his arm, rolling his eyes. "No, I'm just looking out for the others as the eldest hyung."

Namjoon laughed, ducking his head slightly to give a quick peck to Seokjin. 

"Pretty brave for you to sacrifice yourself for their sake. I respect your decision, don't worry."

(Really, was either of them actually keeping track of the bet? Namjoon sure wasn't– he supposed he might need to actually talk about it someday instead of taking advantage like this but…not today.)

"Exactly," Seokjin huffed, not being able to stop the small smile curling around the edges of his lips. "Where else would you find a hyung as nice as me?"

"I wonder."

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Seokjin barges into Namjoon's room, and Namjoon doesn't even bother to sit up. He's sprawled on his bed in shorts and socks, it's not like a better posture would improve the sheer lazy energy coming off him.

"Yeah?"

"Are you ever going to settle the bet?" Seokjin demands, hands on his hips and looking adorable even from Namjoon's upside down perspective. He rolls over onto his stomach, craning his neck up at Seokjin.

"Which one?"

"The kiss one, it's about time you admit I'm the better kisser."

Namjoon froze, but went pliant with a sigh the next instant. He'd had worried about this topic so much already that he didn't even feel like mustering up the energy to overthink anymore.

"Right. You're a great kisser, hyung."

Seokjin looked momentarily stumped by the easy agreement, but he regained his earlier posture. "Now that's out of the way–glad you see the light, by the way, you're welcome–it's about time you admit– you–you admit something else too–ah fuck, I can't do this."

Namjoon paused at the sudden frustration that seemed to overtake Seokjin, deciding to sit up after all. This seemed to be a conversation that warranted some seriousness.

"It's okay hyung, you can take your time," he assured softly.

"Argh! This went so smoothly in my head!" Seokjin whined, a fist hitting Namjoon's bed. "But then I suddenly got second thoughts about how I was maybe reading this wrong."

"What is this about?" Namjoon prompted, curiosity piqued. "Even if it sounds stupid in your head, you can tell me."

Seokjin seemed to consider it, and then his serious air was broken by the frustrated noise he let out. "I was gonna ask whether you were ever going to ask me out or not," he admitted, not looking at Namjoon. "I mean, I kind of still ended up thinking a lot about the day we played and truth and dare and like, you really won't kiss anyone just like that, right? And I mean yeah I think I already knew that but I just–am I even making sense?–I think I was just trying to avoid thinking too deeply about this whole thing until that day. I- I don't like the idea of you kissing anyone else."

The loud speech has turned into a shy mumble by the end of it, but Namjoon hardly noticed. He stared at Seokjin, the air having knocked out of him since the beginning of the rant. Seokjin wanted him to ask him out? He wanted them to be exclusive? And–

"Hey! Weren't you the one who started the whole thing? I was so surprised when you kissed me!"

Seokjin whipped to look at him, ears flushing. "I wasn't sure how far you were willing to go! I didn't expect you to actually let me kiss you! And you continued it by giving me kisses too!"

"In my defense, I didn't know how serious we were about the whole thing! I was just checking, it's not like I expected you to let me kiss you on a random day too!"

They stared at each other, Namjoon being the first one to break eye contact by rubbing a hand over his face. "You know, this is not how I imagined this to go."

"So you did imagine asking me out?"

"Don't act coy, is that not why you were so confident? Because you already know I like you?" Namjoon snorted, insides warming at Seokjin's cutely mumbled response of "But I wasn't sure."

Then his eyes fell on his attire, and he blanched. Shit, he was really having all this talk half dressed?

"Let me go and put on a shirt first," he muttered, getting up. He wasn't successful though, because Seokjin had grabbed his hand with an adorably pink face. "It's fine, I don't mi– actually, that's a lie. That chest of yours is driving me crazy right now, just so you know."

Namjoon sat back down, confident that his own cheeks must be aflame right now. "Honest today, aren't we?"

"I figured it'd be fair since I'm making you be honest too," Seokjin replied, letting go of Namjoon's wrist to rub shyly as his neck. "Now go on, no more procrastinating."

Namjoon couldn't help but laugh, thinking how absurd the day was turning out to be. "This has to be the most dramatic asking out I've ever done– okay okay, stop glaring at me hyung, I'm getting to it."

He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts as he looked at Seokjin. "Seokjin hyung, you've been someone I have respected for years, and over time, I have grown endlessly fond of you. But then again, it's impossible not to, when you're so lovely. I'm sorry it took me this long to ask you out and you had to take matter in your own hands, but would you give me the honor of being your boyfriend?"

Seokjin opened and closed his mouth. "I– I– you weren't supposed to be that sweet and sincere with it! But–" He averted his eyes, looking down at his hands. Namjoon bit his lip to avoid pointing out how that made him look even cuter. Really, this man was already devastatingly handsome, but he just had to go and ooze charm and cuteness in everything he did. How was Namjoon supposed to cope? 

"–but yes. I want to date you. And call you my boyfriend. And all of that."

Namjoon bit his lip even harder at this point to prevent himself from breaking out into a smile so wide that it'd look stupid, but he still couldn't help himself. His cheeks dimpled with a delighted smile, and he rested his forehead against the side of Seokjin's head. "So…shall we seal it with a kiss?"

Seokjin leaned away with an affronted squawk, hitting Namjoon's arm. "Oh my god, you're the worst."

Namjoon titled his head, pouting. "So no kiss?"

"What the–come here." 

Seokjin tugged at Namjoon's arm, who tumbled forward, caught by surprise. The older wasted no time cupping one of his cheeks and leaning in to softly press their lips together, and a part of Namjoon marvelled at how naturally they fit together at this point.

He relaxed, bringing an arm to wrap around Seokjin's waist as he deepened the kiss.

The bet was a wonderful excuse, but getting to do this? And as Seokjin's lover? Out of this world. Namjoon can never go back to the man he was.

Seokjin broke the kiss, leaning back slightly as his eyes roved over Namjoon. Namjoon didn't mind, he was doing the same after all. It was impossible not to when the other looked absolutely divine even in cozy sweats.

"Maybe I should have let you wear a shirt after all," Seokjin said suddenly, talking half to himself. "I could have pulled you in by your collar. Wouldn't that be sexy?"

Namjoon went in for another peck, smiling. "Well, there's always next time."