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10. For You

"You should wear a dress," Chaerin said to me, and I widened my eyes. "Because, you are a Princess!"

"No, I'm not," I said, walking towards my wardrobe in order to find a pink shirt. "I'm not a Princess!"

Namjoon started clapping, showing us his dimples, "Of course you are!"

I rolled my eyes at him, and picked a pink shirt. I held it in front of their faces, and I was waiting for their opinions.

"But Princess Tiana wears a white and blue dress," She said, crossing her arms. "Have you ever seen 'The Princess And The Frog'?"

"Yes, I have," I lied. "Or maybe, I haven't?"

They both started to laugh.

Namjoon patted Chaerin's hair, "Go easy on us, Bee."

She frowned, "Only uncle Taehyung calls me that way!"

Namjoon jumped out of the bed, and walked backwards to me as he was keeping his eyes on Chaerin.

"Fine," She rolled her eyes. "You don't need to change your clothes."

I threw the shirt in a corner, and let a breath out as I was having Namjoon in front of my face. He was looking right through my eyes, and he was waiting for me to say something, but I was wordless.

"This is awkward," I said, crossing my arms. "Can I take my words back?"

"Are you afraid to kiss me?" Namjoon asked.

"No, I'm not, but—" I widened my eyes. "Wait, what?!"

"You should kiss me," Namjoon seemed serious, but I couldn't understand a word he was saying. "I'm a frog, remember?"

Suddenly, I burst into laughter. Seeing him doing his best to make Chaerin happy, made me proud of having such great friends by my side.

Chaerin laughed, "Don't worry, you won't turn into a frog, Jinnie."

I whisper-yelled at Namjoon, "I can't kiss you when she's watching us, idiot!" I took a step forward. "I don't want to be a bad sample to her."

"You can pretend that you're kissing me!" It seemed like that he wasn't understanding me.

I walked towards Chaerin, and sat up on the bed. "Sweetie, I can't kiss uncle Joonie."

"Why?" Her eyes were filling with water. "But, he's not a real frog," A tear ran down her cheek. "And you promised me, remember?"

"How about a story, huh?" I asked, having a smile on my face. "I know some good stories."

"A story about what?" She asked, wiping her tear with the back of her hand.

"A story about—"

Namjoon cut me off, "About a wolf that ripped a sheep's throat off that was supposed to be his friend."

"What the fu—" I covered my mouth with my hands.

Chaerin started clapping, "I want to hear this story!"

"No, sweetie," I said to her as I was giving Namjoon a death glare. "That story is not good for children. Plus, I think uncle Joonie made it up. Am I right, Namjoon?"

He shrugged.

I patted her hair, "Let me sing you a song."

"I can do it!" Namjoon jumped on the bed, then he went under the blanket as he hugged Chaerin, tightly. "My voice is much better than him, right?"

"I think uncle Taehyung—"

"Why are you always talking about Taehyung? You don't even let me call you 'Bee'!" Namjoon pretended that he was crying. "Don't you like me?"

Chaerin placed her hand on his cheek, and left a kiss on it. I got up from the bed, and walked towards the door. I was heading downstairs as Namjoon's voice could be heard. He was singing 'twinkle twinkle little star', but in a different and an awkward way.

"Twinkle twinkle little Jin, I still wonder where you've been, in your bathroom or kitchen, jerking off, cooking chicken, twinkle twinkle little Jin, you've grown up you're not a kid."

What the fuck?

Ignoring that stupid song, I went to the kitchen, and poured myself a glass of water. After drinking it, I checked my cellphone. I had a message from Jungkook. I read it, but I didn't know what he was talking about, so I decided to call him.

"Do you have any idea what time it is at the moment?" Jungkook asked on the phone.

"What's that message about?" I asked as I was walking around the dining table. "Why are you guys inviting yourselves to my house without my permission?"

"We just don't want to leave you alone, you know?" He let a breath out. "We just want to have some fun."

"I know," I let a breath out. "But, I'm not that type of person. Plus, I have to take care of Chaerin, remember?"

"You're not alone in this, Seokjin. We'll be with you... 'till the end," He started to laugh, "Okay, I don't want to get emotional and cry. So, let me go back to sleep. See you tomorrow." He hung up the phone, and left me with my mouth open.

I went upstairs in order to check on Namjoon and Chaerin. Slowly, I pushed the door, and I faced them both sleeping. Chaerin's arm was wrapped around his neck. Namjoon was snoring with an open mouth. It seemed like that they both were tired. As my bed was taken by them, I decided to take the couch for tonight. I smiled as I closed the bedroom door, and headed downstairs.

I fell backwards on the couch as I was looking at the ceiling, then I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket, and looked at the time.

Why are you so nervous about your friends, Seokjin? They all love Chaerin, so why don't you feel safe? Nothing bad is going to happen, and tomorrow will be fun.

I hope.

To be continued...