"Oopss, game over."
"Jimin-ah."
"Hmm?"
"Do you, perhaps, wanna visit this newly open amusement park on the East?"
"Why is there an amusement park opening at second quarter of the year?"
"Aish. Is that really important?"
"For business talks, I guess yes, Taehyung-ah, since it's not peak season and amusement parks are after for customers?"
"But we're not talking about business! We're talking about the 50% off on the rides all you can ticket for the first week."
Namjoon silently watches from where he's currently sprawled on the worn, small sofa in the middle of the small living room, long legs dangling on one side of the couch, his socked toe dangerously grazing the vase atop the center table the boys moved 30 minutes ago before their game starts. His head resting at an awkward angle on the other end of the arm rest; thick eyebrows raising in amusement as the two youngsters sitting in front of the flat-screen television, big and bold Game Over written in red blaring on the screen, as Jimin paused for a few moments, lips unconsciously pouting as he thinks about the proposed idea by his very own best friend who's barely containing his excitement with closed fists, anticipation very much obvious as he practically vibrates from where he's sitting beside the smaller boy.
"We can save so much at that and buy more foods then." Taehyung squeals at Jimin's words, pumping his fists in the air, almost punching Jimin on the face who scoffs in fake annoyance before he's also giggling, doing their victory dance while still sitting on the floor.
They're adorable, Namjoon couldn't deny that.
"We're gonna try all the rides there! And buy so many foods!"
"I'd love that!" Jimin screams, tackling Taehyung until the purple-head boy was flat on his back and his own head resting on the boy's chest, laughing, before he stops and his eyes widens.
Taehyung must've noticed this, asking a curious, "What is it?"
Jimin stares at him. "When are we gonna go anyway? I need to tell Yoongi hyung if he has plan."
"Friday Night." Taehyung answers immediately. Namjoon narrows his eyes as a questionable pink dusted the boy's cheeks, eyes looking somewhere past Jimin's shoulder... ahh, the wall, he must be nervous of something, Namjoon thought. "I... I already talked this to H-Hoseokie hyung."
"What?!"
"What?!"
Jimin scrambles off his best friend until he's sitting on the boy's stomach. Taehyung groans at the sudden weight, smacking Jimin's thigh who promptly ignores his silent request. He huffs.
"Are you supposed to go on a date with Hoseok hyung?" Jimin asked, eyes narrowing in small, accusatory slits. Taehyung's face was a complete crimson by the end of the question. "Are you trying use me as an excuse for this date, hmm, Kim Taehyung." Before the corner of Jimin's lips lift into a lopsided smile, voice teasing.
Namjoon huffs from where he's still lying letting his arms fall above his head while trying to stretch his long limbs. He carefully sat on the sofa, standing up and stretching his whole form once again. He's totally enjoying the younger boys' antics, but his stomach had been protesting nonstop since he'd stepped inside their apartment. And it's just time to force himself to move and check on his boyfriend busy cooking in the kitchen.
("I need to check if the boys are eating actual meals rather than takeouts. And they can't live off ramen forever, Namjoon. They're growing boys and their body needed as much nutrients."
