Bangtan's Baby | 18+

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Li's POV

Rubbing the exhaustion from my eyes after a long day at work, I walk into the kitchen. Namjoon and Yoongi are near the stove, talking amongst themselves as they sip from glasses of wine, still in their work suits, but their hair is ruffled slightly, a sign they've been home for some time.

As I step into the kitchen, their attention drifts toward mine.

Namjoon's features slip into a small smile. "Hey."

Yoongi motions me over with a tilt of his head. "You hungry?"

I shrug, the events of today stifling my appetite. I don't speak on it, instead deciding, "A little."

"Yeah?" He sets his wine glass down on the counter. "What sounds good?"

"Oh." I perk up. "Really?"

"Yeah. Pick something."

Namjoon nods toward the fridge. "There's the takeout menu on the fridge, too."

My eyes light up. "Can we get Chinese Food?"

"You paying?"

"Yeah, I can."

Yoongi hides a smile as he gestures to the menu. "He's teasing you. Pick what you want; I'll order it."

"Really?"

"Go ahead. My treat."

A tired smile lights up my face. They've always had a way of making me feel better, even before we began this new sexual dynamic. Long before this, they've been my friends, kind and thoughtful. It relaxes me that, even now, that won't change. 

"Thank you!" I walk to the fridge to survey the menu, lifting it and holding it out to them. "You're going to have some, too?"

Namjoon sips his wine. "Pick something for me."

"What if you don't like what I pick?"

"I'm not picky."

"Well...okay."

"Don't worry," he muses. "If I don't like it, I can just eat you instead."

I blink a few times before gripping the menu tighter. "Yeah, I'll—" I clear my throat, staring avidly at the menu. "Okay."

"Give her a second to relax. She just got home." Yoongi chuckles and retrieves his phone from his pocket, directing his next words to me. "Anything look good?"

Namjoon hums, his eyes still on me. "Yeah."

Yoongi exhales shortly, amused. "I was talking to her."

I turn red. "Chicken and broccoli."

"With?" Yoongi questions.

"Oh." I look up at him. "White rice."

He thinks about this for a second. "You choose that every time we order Chinese food."

I wince. "I could get something else."

"No," he chuckles. "Read me the restaurant's phone number."

As Yoongi's calling to place the order, Namjoon pulls me to his side.

I look up at him, confused, but he just lowers his glass to me. "Are you thirsty?"

My nose scrunches. "I don't like wine."

His lips quirk. "No?"

"It's gross." I quickly add, "No offense."

"None taken." He brings the glass back to his lips. Catching me watching him, he arches a brow. "What?"