"Yoongi, over here!" Namjoon called, waving enthusiastically.
The genius rapper gave him a pointed look but waved back lazily. Namjoon, dimples flashing, bounded over like an overexcited puppy and pulled out a chair with a screech so loud, half the café turned to glare at him. He offered an awkward grin and a whispered, “Sorry, sorry,” as if that would mend their eardrums.
"So, you finally decided to show up," Namjoon teased, sliding the Oreo shake out of Yoongi's hand like a thief in the night.
The straw slipped out of Yoongi's mouth with a trail of drool. He glared at Namjoon, a mix of betrayal and disdain. “You owe me another one.”
“Relax, it’s just a shake.” Namjoon sipped noisily. “Wow, it’s good. No wonder you look forward to this place more than people.”
"Shut up," Yoongi muttered, flicking an imaginary crumb off his sleeve.
Tae, seated nearby, chuckled. “You two seem close.”
Namjoon grinned, dimples deepening. “Of course. We’ve had 13 years to traumatize each other.”
“Stop acting like a married couple,” Yoongi deadpanned, turning to Tae. “So, kid, do you want the job or not?”
Tae blinked. “Job?”
Namjoon squinted at him, as if appraising a rare artifact. “You’ve got a face.”
“Uh… I think everyone has a face?” Tae replied, utterly baffled.
Namjoon smirked. “Not like yours. It screams ‘lead actor.’ I’ve been searching for someone with a Daegu accent for this nerd role. You’re perfect.”
Tae looked between the two of them like they’d just proposed a pyramid scheme. “Me? In a drama?”
Namjoon leaned in conspiratorially. “Every star starts small. Trust me, I’ll make you shine.”
Before Tae could respond, Yoongi interjected, “The bill’s under Namjoon’s name, so don’t let him talk you into paying.”
“What bill?” Namjoon asked, confused.
The waiter appeared with impeccable timing, holding a receipt. Namjoon’s jaw dropped as he read:
Total: 24,520₩
(Thank you for choosing LOFE Café, where love blooms.)
Namjoon groaned, reluctantly pulling out his wallet. “You two are the reason I’m always broke.”
---
“For the love of fashion, Jeongguk, this ends today!” Jin yelled dramatically, tossing yet another black hoodie onto the growing pile of monochrome misery.
“Hyung, stop! That’s brand new!” Jeongguk wailed, diving to rescue his beloved hoodie.
“It’s brand new ugly! You’ve been cosplaying a shadow for years. We’re introducing color, starting now.” Jin held up a pink hoodie like it was the Holy Grail.
Jeongguk recoiled as if it were radioactive. “I’d rather walk naked than wear that!”
“Well, that’s an upgrade from your zebra phase,” Jin quipped, referring to Jeongguk’s brief obsession with black-and-white stripes.
“I swear, hyung, I’ll—”
“What’s all the noise?” Namjoon appeared in the doorway, exuding big-brother energy.
“Hyunggg,” Jeongguk whined, clinging to Namjoon like a lifeline. “Save me. Jin’s gone insane.”
Namjoon patted Jeongguk’s head sympathetically. “What’s he doing this time?”
“Replacing all my clothes with pink! Even my underwear!” Jeongguk complained, pointing an accusatory finger at Jin.
Namjoon raised an eyebrow. “Jin…”
Jin threw his hands up defensively. “What? I’m just trying to pull him out of his existential monochrome crisis.”
Namjoon sighed. “Come here, both of you. Family meeting, now.”
They sat on Jeongguk’s bed, Namjoon flanked by his squabbling “kids.” Jin looked repentant; Jeongguk looked like a kicked puppy.
“Gguk,” Jin began softly, “you hide yourself behind these dark colors because of your mom. But it’s not your fault. None of it was your fault.”
Jeongguk stiffened, his eyes darting away. “It was always my fault. I was unwanted. An accident. I shouldn’t even be here.”
Jin grabbed his shoulders, voice trembling. “Don’t you ever say that again. You’re not an accident. You’re our Jeongguk, and we’re not letting you suffer alone anymore.”
Jeongguk’s lip quivered, and tears spilled over. “Hyung…”
Jin pulled him into a fierce hug, sniffling into Jeongguk’s hair. “We love you, you idiot.”
Namjoon joined the hug, his deep voice soothing. “You’ve been carrying this pain for too long. It’s time to let it go.”
Jeongguk clung to them both, a small, broken laugh escaping. “You guys are so dramatic.”
“And you’re the most dramatic of all,” Jin teased, ruffling his hair.
Jeongguk smiled weakly. “Fine, but I’m not wearing pink.”
“Baby steps,” Namjoon said, dimples flashing.
Jin held up a pastel blue hoodie. “Compromise?”
Jeongguk groaned. “Fine. But no pink underwear.”
“No promises,” Jin replied with a mischievous grin.
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