𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗𝟐

Hoseok collects all the photo albums he can find and brings them to the living room with Jungkook's help. In the meantime, Seokjin cooks the broth Namjoon loves most, with his favourite seaweed and rice as the side dish.

Yoongi pours some tea in a small cup from the glass kettle and hands it to Seokjin. "Cutie pie, here."

Seokjin takes a sip. "Thanks."

"Is it good?"

"Cold. Who made it?"

"No idea. Just thought you might want it. Even a blind person could notice all the love you're pouring to this dinner. You should take a little break while it boils."

Seokjin smiles, his lower back leaning on the counter. He brings a finger to his temple to stop a drop of sweat from rolling down his flushed cheeks.

Yoongi puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You should take a shower. Let me finish this, okay?"

Seokjin sighs, but nods.

He wanted to do this for Namjoon.

He would do anything to bring his Namjoon back.

It's the first time he keeps his body still since he started cooking and as his muscles relax, tiredness takes all over his body. Seokjin swears his legs will become jelly anytime soon and he'll collide with the floor.

"You should take a bath instead." Yoongi proposes, aware of the elder's state. "Take Jimin with you."

"Mm-hmm. Is he still sleeping?"

"I think so."

* * *

When dinner is done and Yoongi doesn't have anything else to do—the boys have forbidden him to check on Namjoon after all the teasing—he helps Hoseok, Jungkook, and Tiger to stick the most meaningful pictures in a cork board. They place it behind one of the sofas, so Namjoon can't see it when they achieve to get him out of the room.

Jungkook decorates the big table in one of the corners of the kitchen with candles, creating the most peaceful and loveable atmosphere he can think about.

Will it make Namjoon like them better? Probably not, but he must understand the boys are not the enemy and even if it sounds crazy, they actually kidnaped him for his own good and safety. They did it out of love and protection.

"Well, it does sound crazy." Jungkook mutters to himself, lightening up the last white candle.

Seokjin appears in the living room with a handcuffed Namjoon, Jimin following right behind him with puppy eyes.

Jungkook joins him without sparing a glance to Namjoon and holds his hand. A soft smile makes its way to Jimin's face, but it suddenly disappears when his eyes lock with Jungkook's doe ones. He remembers their unfinished business.

He never explained himself to his childhood best friend.

Even if all he would do is lie, he didn't defend himself properly and change the younger's mind. That he does not like him.

Can he like him? Do the other boys like him?

His cheeks get warmer at the intense stare of the younger, aware of their situation. His hand holding Jungkook's tingle and he bites his lower lip to hold in a giggle. He lowers his head, wishing someone would speak so he has an excuse to let go of him.