Be My Princess? [COMPLETE]

7- He is super cute.

Namjoon had never been to Seokjin's house.

Actually, neither had it happened the other way round.

In fact, the whole topic had been a huge "no-no" since the time the elder had finally opened up and had explained the relationship he had with his strict mother; the kid had found himself comforting him, drying his tears as they were sitting on the leather sofa in the studio.

"You know that those are just words, right? And you are a beautiful human being, surrounded by people who love you, and she'll never be able to change that.".

"I-I know. But ... Joon, she's my mother! If only you had seen the look in her eyes when I came out ... I have disappointed her like no one else before.".

It was terrifying how fragile Jin would become at the simple mention of the topic, and since the last thing that Namjoon wanted was for him to suffer, he just decided to avoid it as much as possible.

And yet there he was now, waiting in front of the hyung's house, his phone striking 9 o'clock as he was tapping his feet rhythmically, along with the song coming from his headphones.

The place was slightly bigger than he'd pictured/imagined from Jin's stories, but mostly it would fit the description; it hadn't taken him long to find the right house –"It's not far from your dad's shop. Just get to the end of the road, and it's the grey one on the right" Jin had said– and he had even managed to stop by at a bakery to grab something for breakfast.

The 18-years-old opened the door with a bright smile, his slim body hidden under a pair of black jeans and a light blue hoodie, his hair still in a cute, messed up state.

«Hi, sweetie.».

«Hi. She just left. Come in, I was about to put on the kettle.».

Namjoon followed him into the foyer and up the few steps that would lead to a huge open-space: he took his time to look around, his gaze wandering while they made their way to the kitchen.

«Have you had breakfast yet?».

The kid shook his head: «No, not yet. But I bought some croissants on my way here. Thought we could eat them together?».

«Oh, how kind of you! – Jin sang out – want a cup of tea?».

He couldn't quite contain himself, too happy about the other's presence to think that he would probably sound incredibly childish, but Nam didn't mind it at all, he too unable to hold back a smile as he would carefully look at everything that Jin would do.

«It depends. is that tea-tea or is that one of your weird things?» he mocked his eyebrows furrowed in reluctance.

The hyung rolled his eyes: «I am going to have one of my weird things but I can make you some tea-tea if you want it».

The weird things were nothing but the dozens of infusions that Jin had collected through the years –and that he loved almost as much as his Super-Mario action figures– each of them was with its own, unique properties that would help him boost the mood or feel relaxed, depending on the occasion. Of course, he had tried to explain to Namjoon that they weren't as bad of some of them would sound –even though maybe a mix of goji berries and red dates might sound a bit weird at first– but the kid had stuck to his ideas.

«Tea-tea is fine, then.».

Seokjin poured some hot water into two mugs and rummaged in the cupboard till he managed to come back with a rectangular box, filled with all kinds of tea and infusion bags: he pulled out two, a simple "Earl Grey" and something sweet for himself that would help him calm down; he drowned them in the water and got lost watching the liquid as it slowly began to change colour.