𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗𝟔

Seokjin observes all the boys gathered in the living room from the kitchen while the last coffee drop fills the sixth mug. He turns to the kitchen counter to prepare Taehyung's hot chocolate.

"Hey, hey, hey! The TV is all set." Jungkook announces when Seokjin settles some of the mugs on the coffee table.

Namjoon sighs when the eldest offers him one. "What now?"

"Namunskins, do you finally believe us? After all the photos I showed you, you can see that we're telling the truth, right? You'll thank us for everything when you remember who you were. I can't wait for your sexy brain to come back."

Namjoon's jaw almost drops at Hoseok's smile, shining brighter than the sun. He blinks twice, clearing his throat.

Hoseok moves closer and Namjoon clenches his jaw, his intense gaze making the redhead move farther away from him again.

"We didn't make this up, I promise!" he giggles, sipping on his coffee afterwards. "Oh my god! It burns, it burns!"

He places the mug so fast on the coffee table that it would've fallen if it wasn't for Seokjin catching the handle.

Namjoon shakes his head in disbelief and snuggles farther away in the corner of the sofa. "The mug burns, you dumbhead."

"Seokie, be careful." With one delicate hand, Seokjin holds Hoseok's jaw and leans closer. "Let me see, does it hurt a lot?"

"Id huds," Hoseok cries with his tongue out. "Whad id I can deel anyding?"

Seokjin chuckles. "You'll be fine, just wait until the coffee cools down, mm-hmm?"

"Don't you dare to sit anywhere near me." Namjoon warns Hoseok. He points at Seokjin. "You, come here instead."

Seokjin kisses Hoseok's cheek, and turns to Namjoon with tighten lips. "Do you like it right when we call you by your name? Mine's Jin, not you," he imitates Namjoon's tone of voice.

For a brief moment, Namjoon's heart sinks in his chest.

He scoffs. "Excuse me, but I didn't say it like that. You're exaggerating."

"Yes, you did." Seokjin accuses him. "Why don't you call me Jin?"

Namjoon shrugs and fixes his eyes on his coffee. The last traces of milk mix deeper into the brown, until they become invisible.

"Are you all done?" Yoongi groans. "Jungkook didn't do all this hard work for nothing."

Taehyung nods. "It took him two beautiful hours."

Namjoon swears under his breath, waiting to be over this already.

The first clip plays on the big screen, but Namjoon's nowhere in sight. He closes his eyes, perhaps if he falls asleep when he wakes up all this nonsense will be over—

until his own voice echo from the speakers.

He opens them abruptly, almost spilling his coffee on the white fabric.

He chases Yoongi around the flat, repeating 'petal, petal, petal' over and over again between laughs. The black haired male yelps when Namjoon traps him in his embrace, lifting him slightly off the floor.

"Haha, gotcha!"

Yoongi struggles to free himself. "Ugh, let me go you big baby!"

"Nope, you've to come with me petal."

The person recording giggles. "Yoonie's a nasty boy, he refuses to take a bath."

"Can you stop calling me petal? I'm not a petal! Do I look like I'm fragile?!"