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It was dark, with a slight chill after the rain they had just received, as Seokjin walked toward his café, the Midnight Moon Café. It was 9 p.m. he had a little time before opening at 10. The café was in Seoul, about a thirty-minute walk from Seoul National University. His café was his safe space. Not only because it mostly attracted students to chasing a late-night caffeine fix, but also because it protected his secret.
His secret was that he was an Enigma, the top of the food chain, with the power to control all secondary genders just through their pheromones. Enigmas were so rare that many considered them myths but that wasn’t the case. The government and scientists grabbed all the Enigmas they could for experimentation. They didn’t see Enigmas as individuals, but rather as test subjects for research.
His parents knew that better than anyone. They were scientists who had worked for Aureum Life Sciences, the top pharmaceutical company in South Korea, famous for its breakthroughs in modern medicine and equally notorious for its obsession with rare genetic anomalies. His mother, Kim Sujin, was an Omega, and his father, Kim Ya Jung, was an Alpha. They didn’t agree with what happened to Enigmas at the company, so they left to conduct their own research ethical research, without experimentation on inhumane experiments.
Seokjin grew up with a regular childhood until he presented at age eight as an Enigma. Panic coursed through his parents that day, and they told him he could never reveal his secondary gender to anyone, no matter what, because they knew what would happen otherwise. His natural scent cedarwood with a hint of vanilla Years passed until his parents finally had a breakthrough. They created a pheromone inhibitor called the Mimic Shield, also known as M-SHLD.
M-SHLD completely changed his scent to that of a Beta almost no scent, except for a very faint vanilla. Even an Alpha with a sharp nose wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. It was the only way he could live a normal life as an unnoticeable Beta in a world dominated by Alphas and Omegas. Once his parents knew the M-SHLD worked, they let him return to school. When he went to college, they began travelling for research, studying Enigmas and finding ways to make life better for him and other genders. And because of the shield they built for him, no one ever spared Seokjin a second glance. Just another soft-spoken Beta café owner, walking the nighttime streets of Seoul, blending into a world that would rip him apart if it ever caught a single unmasked breath of who he truly was.
Once he got out of his train of thought, Seokjin noticed that he was already nearing the café. Across the street, the windows glowed warmly against the dark, the lights inside already on. Hoseok was probably finishing up all the pastries for the night and the next morning—he usually came in about two hours early to get everything baked. A reliable beta with a clean linen scent mixed softly with the smell of rain.
Crossing the street, Seokjin pushed the door open and stepped into the café. The familiar warmth greeted him instantly. The interior was cozy in a way that always felt like stepping into a quiet pocket of nighttime. Fairy lights were strung along the walls and shelves, their soft glow reflecting off the dark purple ceiling. Above him, delicate wire mobiles held all the phases of the moon, each piece lit from within, so they hovered like a glowing constellation. It gave the whole café the illusion of sitting beneath a gentle night sky.
Deep purple plush seats lined the walls, their fabric soft and slightly shimmering in the warm light. The air smelled faintly of vanilla, brewed coffee, and fresh pastries layered comfort upon comfort.
Sure enough, Hoseok was behind the counter with a pan full of pastries, already starting to arrange them in the display case.
“Need any help?” Seokjin asked.
“Yeah, I have two other pans. One is orange cinnamon rolls, and the other is lemon poppy seed muffins”.
Seokjin just nodded and went to the kitchen. Sure enough, the pastries were there. He grabbed the pan, still warm but not enough to burn, brought it to the counter, and started helping Hoseok put everything into the display case. They worked in silence for a little bit until Hoseok spoke.
“Are you going to finish the Moonlight Cheesecake?” “Moonlight Cheesecake was the specialty of the café. It had a base layer of chocolate cake, then a layer of cheesecake, and finally a topping of chocolate ganache with a fondant crescent moon. “Yeah, just need to do the ganache and fondant, and then we should be good for opening.” Hoseok just nodded.
Once they finished setting up the display case, Seokjin went back to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator with the cheesecakes. He got four out, set them aside, then grabbed the ganache, removed the plastic wrap, and put it on the stove until it was pourable. He slowly poured it over the cheesecakes until the tops were smooth and glossy. Once it cooled, he cut the four cheesecakes into fourteen slices each and placed the soft fondant crescent moon on top.
Looking at the time, it was ten o’clock. Seokjin finished putting the rest of the cakes into the refrigerated display cases, then went to the front doors, unlocked them, and flipped the sign from "Closed" to "Open." With that, he went behind the register to wait. For the first twenty minutes, no one came in, and that was just fine.
Finally, the door opened and five people came in. Seokjin figured they must be friends because they were all talking about the upcoming test that week. Three asked for dirty chai, one for an iced americano, and the last person ordered a cheesecake.
Seokjin started working on the americano. He pulled a fresh espresso shot from the machine and mixed it with water and ice. While he did that, Hoseok steamed the milk for the dirty chai while Seokjin prepared the chai concentrate. They worked together like a well-oiled machine, mixing everything until the drinks were ready. Seokjin grabbed a plastic tray, set everything on it, and brought it to the table at the front by the window.
Once done, he heard the door open again, and a couple more students walked in. He welcomed them and told them he’d help them in a moment. He took their orders and passed them to Hoseok before heading to the kitchen to get more coffee beans to refill the grinder.
While he worked, a familiar thought drifted through his mind. I really do love this job. I’ve always been a night owl… and at least this way, I can make a humble living doing something I enjoy. Seokjin grabbed a large Pyrex measuring cup, scooped six cups of beans from the fifty-pound bag, and dumped them into the grinder.
Hoseok had just finished the students’ orders. He had a huge smile on his face when he turned to Seokjin. “Just to let you know, we’re going to be serving a huge VIP today. And if we do well, you’ll get a huuuuuge tip!”
Seokjin frowned. “What do you mean?”
Hoseok’s smile somehow got even bigger as he started talking. “Well, my childhood friend is coming over today. I’ve been trying for years to convince him to come try the cheesecake. He kind of has a sweet tooth, so this is super exciting! Plus, if we market this well, we’ll become a huge success, and everyone and their dog will want to come here. Oh, and his name is Jeon Jungkook!”
Worry and fear slid through Seokjin’s veins like ice. Jeon Jungkook, an SSS-ranked Alpha, was the chaebol heir to Aureum Life Sciences, the richest pharmaceutical company in South Korea. The same place Seokjin’s parents had worked and left because of what the company did behind closed doors. Jungkook was also a renowned model and the owner of his own fashion brand. If anything went wrong, Seokjin’s peaceful life could be overturned in an instant. Why him? Why tonight? Out of all people…If he even senses something is off, everything falls apart.
And even if things did go smoothly, people would be swarming the café just because the famed Jungkook had visited.
Seokjin took a deep breath. “When is he coming? Will I need to set up privacy? Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“He just texted me right when our first customers came in,” Hoseok said brightly. “And he said since it’s a late café, there probably won’t be many people around at two a.m.”
Seokjin looked up at the clock. It was only about eleven o’clock. He muttered, “Just my luck. Now I have a couple of hours to worry about this. Great. Plenty of time to spiral.”
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After Hoseok had dropped that revelation, several hours had passed, and Seokjin had learned far more than he anticipated.
Hoseok described how he knew Jungkook from childhood, while he worked restocking straws, cleaning counters, and refilling pastries in the display case with cheerful efficiency, completely unaware of how stressed Seokjin was becoming.
"You probably know everything about Jungkook well, who doesn’t!" Hoseok said as he wiped down the counter. "Everyone knows Jungkook as the golden son of the most elite family in South Korea. What they don’t know is that his parents disapprove of everything he does."
"The real story," Hoseok whispered, leaning closer to Seokjin, "is that he followed his parents for most of his life until he finally had enough and completely rebelled.
"Seokjin looked up from cleaning the espresso machine. "Rebellion?"
"Oh yeah, let me tell you the story from the beginning." Hoseok chuckled. "You see, my mom was basically Jungkook’s soulmate in college. They were roommates and did everything together. When they both got married and had us, they still met all the time and just lumped Jungkook and me together. So I saw a lot of what went on in his life growing up.
"Hoseok leaned on the counter, lowering his voice.
"His parents planned his whole life before he could even talk. Doctor, heir, perfect son. He followed everything to a T, but he hated it because of how impossible those expectations were."
Seokjin tried to imagine that Jungkook, untouchable and intimidating, was boxed in by rules and family obligations.
Hoseok continued, "He went to Seoul National University to major in genetics like his famous geneticist father. He graduated at the top of his class, but after graduation, everything became too much, and he rebelled."
"How did he rebel? Because everyone knows this information."
"Hoseok just laughed. "That’s what his parents want everyone to know. In reality, the day he graduated, he began ignoring calls and skipping events his parents had planned. They hate the entertainment industry, so just to get under their skin, he became a model. And growing up, they always said tattoos and piercings looked ‘thuggish,’ so once he became famous, he started getting tattoos and piercings. Then he created his own fashion brand, and it’s doing insanely well. Despite their disapproval, they can’t say anything because he’s successful… even if it’s not what they wanted."
Seokjin swallowed, a cold prickle racing down his spine. Because right as Hoseok finished speaking, the front door opened, and the air shifted immediately. First a sharp bite of spiced vodka, then the rising heat of ginger, honey melting at the edges of warm amber as it filled the room like a silent claim. A scent that pulled everyone’s eyes toward the door. It was unmistakably an Alpha, an overwhelmingly powerful one. Jeon Jungkook.
There were a couple of gasps heard from the two other customers that were in the cafe as they saw who came in. Jungkook was wearing a suit that was all black and the only color he had was a bright blood red tie. He looked like a serious gangster you see in the movies. That only lasted for one second until there was a bunny smile on his face and he spoke "Hyung! It's so good to see you! I haven't seen you in ages and I finally get the time to come and see the place you talk about so much about."
With that Jungkook ran to Hoseok and hugged him. Seokjin just watched with mild interest at the interaction. He tried to keep his face neutral because he now had to be at the best he could be. Seokjin could tell that his scent seemed to start increasing because of stress and so he picked up his inhaler that was M-SHLD and took a quick breath to stabilize before anyone noticed.
Almost like he jinxed himself Jungkook looked up from his hug from Hoseok and noticed Seokjin. He got a curious look in his eye and finished his hug with Hoseok. "Hyung is this the boss you always gush about how he is the best baker ever?" Hoseok just said "Yep!" popping the p.
Jungkook started walking over to Seokjin with a cocky smile and then said " Jungkook sauntered over to Seokjin, his eyes scanning the neatly arranged pastries. “So, this is the famous cafe everyone keeps talking about… I have to say, it’s working wonders,” he said with a teasing grin. “Because my heart’s definitely rising right now.”
With that Hoseok just starts laughing his head off "That's so cringe Jungkook what were you thinking flirting with my boss?" Jungkook just glares at Hoseok but turns around to look at Seokjin.
Seokjin kept his face calm and smiles "Welcome to Midnight Moon Cafe I'm Kim Seokjin the co-owner of this cafe and yes I'm that baker Hoseok has mentioned. What can I get for you?"
Jungkook had a stunned look for a second but then just smiled. "I'll have a latte with moonlight cheesecake." Seokjin just nodded and started working on the latte. Seokjin moved in autopilot while the espresso machine was working Seokjin was steaming the milk to the perfect texture. He poured it slowly over espresso drawing a crescent moon surrounded by stars.
Seokjin walks over with cheesecake and latte and said "Here is your order I hope you enjoy." Seokjin left Jungkook to enjoy is late night snack.
Jungkook picked up his fork without saying anything, just focusing on the cheesecake. He took a small bite, and the moment he did, his whole countenance changed.
His brows came together. His jaw tightened.
He looked angry.
Seokjin paused behind the counter, his hand curling into a fist. Oh no. Dread went through Seokjin's body.
Does he realize something? Does he not like the food? Seokjin felt his heart drop.
He couldn’t just stand by and watch Jungkook ruin everything he had built. With a mask of calm and keeping his pheromones in check, Seokjin stepped out from behind the counter and approached the table.
“Excuse me,” he said softly, hoping his voice didn’t betray him. “Is… everything to your satisfaction?”
Jungkook looked up at him.
The intensity in his eyes nearly made Seokjin take a step back.
Realization suddenly dawned on Jungkook’s face as he finished swallowing his food. Hoseok saw what was happening and started laughing his head off. Seokjin looked at Hoseok, puzzled.
Jungkook finally spoke. “Yes, everything is perfect! The cheesecake is to die for! It’s just—when I really like something, I look angry, and I don’t mean any disrespect. Heck, I could eat this and never get tired of it!”
Relief washed over Seokjin once he heard that.
Hoseok came up to them, still chuckling. “You should have seen your face, Hyung! You looked so calm, but you walked so stiffly I could tell how worried you were! Plus, you should see all the times people react to this. I never get sick of it, especially when it’s people I know.”
Seokjin just glared at Hoseok. “Yah, you should have told me this before!”
“Well, I’m glad to have been of service to you both. And I wish you good night.”
With that, Seokjin left the two of them alone as he went to the changing room to get his coat and prepare for the end of the night. He glanced at the clock Namjoon usually came in around four, and it wouldn’t be long before he took over the morning shift. The café was quiet for now, the dim light reflecting off the counter and the faint hum of the refrigerator in the back. As he busied himself tidying up, Seokjin’s mind drifted back to a memory he was fond of the beginning of this café.
It started when Seokjin was in college. He was a business major, and one semester, one of his courses had a group project. Each student was to create a business plan and present it to the class. Partners could be chosen freely, but they had to submit their choices to the professor within a week.
Seokjin didn’t know anyone. He watched as classmates clustered around friends, laughing and chatting as they paired up. Feeling alone, he got up and left the classroom to work on the project by himself. As he walked out, he noticed a crowd forming around one person: Kim Namjoon.
Namjoon was popular, confident, and brilliantly at the center of attention. An A-class Alpha, known for having the highest grades in the college and holding a full-ride scholarship, he exuded a quiet authority that drew people in. Even from a distance, Seokjin could sense the strength in his presence, the subtle yet commanding scent of whiskey with a hint of cinnamon trailing behind him.
Seokjin continued toward the library café, his favorite place on campus. Quiet but cozy, it was a place where he could be alone. He ordered a croissant and a latte, admiring the artful depiction of a smiling moon in the foam—something he hoped to recreate at home someday. As he took a bite of the croissant, an idea began to take root for his project: a café opens just at night near campus, a real welcoming place for night owls seeking peace and quiet. He pulled out his notebook and began jotting down ideas: layout, menu options, hours of operation, the kind of atmosphere he wanted to create.
Lost in thought, he didn’t notice the chair across from him being pulled out. “Mind if I join you?” a calm voice asked. Seokjin looked up to see Namjoon standing there.
Seokjin simply nodded, wordlessly.
“I’m Namjoon,” the other said with a patient smile. “I was wondering if you’d like to be partners for the project?”
Seokjin raised an eyebrow. “I’m Seokjin. I just have one question… why me? You have dozens of people who want to work with you.”
Namjoon’s voice remained steady, patient. “I’ve noticed we share a lot of the same classes, and I thought it would be nice to work together. If you’re willing. Seokjin hesitated for a moment, then simply nodded. Namjoon smiled. “I’ll let the professor know,” he said, standing up and leaving.
Even as they began the project, Seokjin kept his distance, focusing on his work and barely interacting, careful not to reveal too much. But Namjoon was patient. Gradually, as their ideas took shape, Seokjin’s creativity and Namjoon’s business strategy blended seamlessly. By the end of the semester, their presentation was flawless, earning the highest grade in the class.
Because of their time together, Seokjin began to trust Namjoon not entirely, but enough to confide in him about the idea of creating the café for real. After graduation, that college project transformed into a reality: Midnight Moon Café, a place born of quiet collaboration.
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Jungkook was scraping up the last crumbs of cheesecake, Seokjin already had his raincoat on halfway on when the door opened and Namjoon stepped inside with his hair dripping and breathing out a long sigh before exclaiming " Man, it’s really pouring out there." His sentence cut off the second he noticed Jungkook at the table.
Then his eyes landed on Seokjin.
His expression shifted not alarm, not anger, just a quiet, focused sort of concern. The kind twisted something deep in Seokjin's chest.
"Everything alright out here?"
"Of Course!" Seokjin said quietly
Namjoon heard the unspoken words in them he always could get the deeper meaning Seokjin always left out.
Jungkook waved cheerfully "You have a wonderful cafe here! Hoseok has told me so much about you and Seokjin! I'm assuming you are Namjoon?"
Namjoon smiled politely, but his attention wasn't on Jungkook at all. " I am Namjoon nice to meet you. I'm Glad you enjoy our humble cafe." Then, almost too softly to detect: "We try to make it a safe place here."
After a moment, Jungkook paused, a flicker of confusion crossing his face as he caught the subtle undertone in Namjoon’s calm, precise tone. Then he offered a small, polite smile.
“It was really nice to meet everyone here. I’ll definitely come by again,” he said warmly, the sincerity in his voice softening the moment.
He picked up his cup and tossed it into the trash, then carefully placed the plate and utensils into the small basket beside it, as the café usually did. With everything tidied, he finally made his way over to Hoseok at the counter, ready to say his goodbyes properly. Namjoon’s eyes followed him until he was out of earshot. Only then did he step closer to Seokjin.
Close enough that Seokjin could see the tiny line between Namjoon's brows.
"You're doing that thing again," Namjoon said quietly.
Seokjin swallowed. "What thing?"
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The one where you pretend everything is fine even though you look like you're about to run away and disappear."
Seokjin let out a weak exhale. "Namjoon..."
Namjoon's voice softened even further. "I don't know what happened. I don't have to. But when someone walks in and you start holding your breath like you're preparing for impact" He stopped himself, jaw tightening. " Just talk to me, okay? You don't have to carry whatever this is alone."
Seokjin looked away, unable to say anything without giving anything away.
Namjoon sighed. A familiar, frustrated, sound. "Fine. No answers. I get it." He placed a steady hand on Seokjin's shoulder, grounding, warm. "Just know I'm here for you. I'm always willing to listen."
Seokjin didn't move, didn't speak. But he didn't pull away either.
And Namjoon accepted that as the closest thing to permission he was going to get.
Seokjin just nodded and said, “Thank you. I hope you have a good rest of your morning!”
Namjoon only murmured, “Mhm,” still watching him with that steady, unreadable concern.
Seokjin adjusted his raincoat, lifted his hood, and called toward the counter, “Bye, Hoseok! See you tonight! Nice meeting you, Jungkook!”
And with that, he slipped out the door before either could respond straight into the light, steady rain waiting outside. The soft patter against his hood was oddly grounding, cool air brushing against his cheeks as he exhaled, finally out of that suffocating moment.
Except… the relief was short-lived.
The cafe door swung open behind him. Running footsteps splashed through shallow puddles, and the faint scent of honey and amber drifted toward him.
Jungkook.
"Wait! Seokjin, I need to talk to you for a second!"
Seokjin stopped and turned, blinking through the rain. "What do you want?"
"I just," Jungkook pushed wet hair from his forehead, cheeks slightly flushed, "I wanted to say I really meant what I said. I do want to come back. I want to get to know you. And..." he paused his mouth curled into a playful grin. "... the sky is pouring, but I think you should pour your number into my phone instead."
Seokjin blinked multiple times. Of course, Jungkook wouldn't know when to stop and would flirt in the middle of torrential downpour.
" I Jungkook" Seokjin began choosing his words carefully. "You're famous. You and I don't need this kind of scandal. Even if you weren't famous there are some things in my life that I need to sort through first before I can date. With my secret, I can never date, he thought. "It's late. I should really get going. And you should go back inside before you catch a cold. Goodbye Jungkook" Seokjin continued to walk.
While walking he heard Jungkook yell " Okay! That may be the case, but I'll keep coming! You won't turn your back on a paying customer?"
Seokjin blinked, processing Jungkook’s words. He let out a small, almost inaudible, “Mmm,” careful to keep it neutral yet just loud enough for Jungkook to catch.
Without another word, he adjusted his hood, squared his shoulders against the rain, and started walking. The cool drops tapped softly against his coat as he moved away from the cafe, the sounds of the street muffled under the steady drizzle.
Seokjin’s thoughts were quiet, his steps deliberate, as he made his way to his apartment. The city lights blurred in the rain, casting reflections on the wet pavement, and he allowed himself a small, private exhale.
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Seokjin stepped fully into his apartment, shaking off the last of the rain from his hood. The cozy warmth hit him immediately. In the kitchen, his younger brother Taehyung, an Alpha, was already moving around, the scent of sandalwood and a faint ocean breeze lingering on him. On the couch, Jimin, an Omega, lounged casually, the fruity notes of peaches and mandarins drifting off him. The two were more than roommates, they were boyfriends. Only a select few knew Seokjin’s secret, and having Taehyung and Jimin here always made him feel safe.
“I’m back! Boy, do I have a story to tell you guys!” Seokjin called out.
Jimin perked up instantly, hopping to his feet. “Ooh! What happened? Tell me, tell me!” His Omega curiosity was practically vibrating in the air.
Taehyung, on the other hand, paused mid-step in the kitchen, concerned knitting his brow. “Wait slow down, Hyung. What’s going on? Are you okay?”
Seokjin gave a small, amused sigh and moved to help set the table, carefully placing plates, utensils, and cups as he spoke. “It’s nothing bad,” he said. “Just… a long night at the café. Something unusual happened with a customer.”
Taehyung dished out the pancakes and bacon onto the plates, giving Seokjin a wary glance. “Unusual how?”
“Well,” Seokjin started, lining up the cutlery, “There was this guest, someone Hoseok brought by. Let’s just say, he left quite an impression.”
Jimin shrieked in delight, clapping his hands. “Ooh! This sounds juicy! You must tell me everything!” His Omega energy practically buzzed through the apartment, making the air feel lighter.
Taehyung, still cautious, leaned against the counter, eyes narrowing slightly. “Seokjin…” His voice was calm, but his tone held the concern of a protective older brother. “Are you sure everything’s fine? Don’t leave anything out.”
Seokjin smiled gently at both of them, placing the last plate on the table. “I’ll tell you everything as we eat. You’ll see why this morning feels so interesting.”
Jimin bounced with anticipation, and Taehyung just shook his head, setting down the syrup and butter while keeping a watchful eye on Seokjin. The table was ready, the food hot, and the apartment Seokjin’s apartment filled with the comforting hum of morning.
Seokjin sat down at the small kitchen table, placing his plate in front of him. He took a breath, ready to recount the events from the café. Seokjin tells about how Jungkook is Hoseok’s friend and that he was flirting with him.
Jimin, who was eating his pancake starts waving his fork around excitedly. "Hyung, that is so cute! You have the richest hottest man in Korea wooing you should definitely take him on the offer! Such a charmer!"
Taehyung finishes his bite of bacon and glares at Jimin. "No. Absolutely not! Jimin, you don't get it! Do you know how much of a security risk this is? Jungkook is the chaebol son of Aureum Life Sciences that have experimented on Enigmas for generations along with the backing of the government. You have any idea what that means?
Jimin rolls his eyes. "Oh, come on Taetae. You don't have to be such a worry wort. If you had listened, he is rebellious of his parents. Maybe the reason why he didn't become a doctor is because he hates what his parents do. He could actually protect Seokjin!"
Taehyung’s voice rose, sharp and insistent. “A threat? You think rebellion matters when we’re talking about Enigmas? Every experiment that happens every single one is in collaboration with the government and Aureum Life Sciences. Yes, they’ve created medicine that has saved and made every sub gender life easier but countless Enigmas have been sacrificed for it! If Seokjin starts dating Jungkook, we’d be inviting that danger straight to our doorstep. You can’t just ignore the consequences of his family’s power. He could get Seokjin involved in something he can’t escape. We cannot allow that. Because I'm not sacrificing my brother like that."
"Jimin pouted, leaning back against his chair, glaring at Taehyung. “And you think hiding from the world is safer? Seokjin can’t just ignore life because you’re scared of a little risk!”
Taehyung’s jaw tightened. “It’s not a little risk. You have no idea how much is at stake. One wrong move, and it’s not just him it’s everyone close to him. Including us!”
Jimin groaned, rubbing his temples. “You’re impossible. You always take things so seriously. Sometimes you just have to trust in miracles Taehyung! Let Seokjin decide for himself!”
The room fell silent for a moment, both still glaring at each other. Seokjin, sitting quietly at the table, watched the exchange with a small, almost tired smile. He said nothing. Finally, Taehyung let out a long sigh and muttered, “I still don’t like it…”
Jimin tilted his head, smirking despite the tension. “And I still say he’s worth the chance. But fine, we’ll see what happens.”
They ate in silence for a couple of minutes until Seokjin started talking. "I'm just going to ignore him until he gets sick of me if I keep doing what I always do life should go back to normal. Thanks for worrying about me Taehyung sometimes it feels like you're the Hyung and I'm the Dongsaeng."
Taehyung just laughs while Jimin just scoffs and then starts chuckling.
Seokjin gets up and puts away his dishes and while walking towards his bedroom he says “Well I had a long night, and I think I'm going to go to bed. I hope you guys can get over your lovers quarrel about me." Taehyung sputters and Jimin squawks while Seokjin closes his door and lays on his bed.