Requested by: Minniemeowmeow , SPACEBUNNYGODDESS , Amythestjewel , and ArmyTronzz . Thank you guys so, so much for the wonderful feedback. Please enjoy!
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Author
"What?"
He repeats his question: "What do you think?"
Don't tell me he's actually asking me this...
He crosses his arms over his broad chest. "You invaded my most private belongings. The least you could do is answer me."
Okay, so he is really asking me. I find it difficult to breathe with the thick tension in the room and the hard gaze he has on me. I stutter, "How on earth...How a-am I s-supposed to answer that?"
"Honestly," he responds quickly.
"I-I don't...know."
He insists, "Yes, you do." Holding up the picture so that it faces away from me and I can't see it anymore, he adds, "Otherwise you wouldn't have taken this."
"It was an accident!"
"Answer the question, Namjoon."
I'm really struggling here. If I answer in a way that implies I don't like it, will he get offended? If I answer in a way that implies I do like it, am I pervert? Hell, I'm already a pervert. "It's... not bad."
He raises an eyebrow at me. "Not bad?"
I can't read his expression, and that scares me. His face won't tell me if he's pleased or upset. "I don't know what to say to that, hyung." An idea pops into my head. Maybe I can divert this conversation. "All I can say is that I'm sorry for going through your things. I had no right to, and I want you to know that I truly am sorry."
He only looks at me with eyes that tell me nothing. Absolutely nothing. He just stands there, looking at me while thinking over this messy situation.
At the point where I think my head is going to explode, he says calmly, "It's okay, Namjoon. I forgive you."
A huge burden rolls off my shoulders. "You do?!"
He nods and, after bending down to slip on my sweatshirt, tells me a genuine 'yes'.
Thank god.
"But you still have to answer my question."
And another fucking enormous burden falls right back down on me. I wish it would actually crush me so I don't have to be a part of this interrogation. "I do?"
"Yes. I need to know," he says, putting that cursed Polaroid into my sweatshirt pocket.
"Why?!"
"Tell me what you think about the picture."
"Hyung, it's your dick. What am I supposed to think about it?!"
He shrugs. "Just tell me whether it's good or bad."
"I don't think that's an opinion I should have."
"It is now that you've looked at it."
I rub my hands over my face. What have I gotten myself into? Deeply sighing, I think about what I should say. Finally, after what feels like a decade, I choke out, "It's...really good."
A mischievous spark lights up in his eyes. "Really?"
"Yes," I mumble. Why is it so hot in here?
He smirks a little. "So, would you say you're impressed by it?"
"I-I...yes."
"Would you sleep with me?"
"I am not answering that." I rush toward the door, trying to escape before my face turns so red it stays like that.
"I was kidding!" He grabs my arm on my way to leave. "Just a joke, Joon. You deserve it after what you pulled." He suddenly back-hugs me, and I swear my heart is going to stop or I'm going to combust or something of that sort. I don't know what I'm feeling, but I might die. "I appreciate your answering so honestly." He lets go and walks around to stand in front of me. He starts to chuckle. "Ha, you should see your face."
"You're the worst, Jin-hyung."
His jaw drops. "Yah! You're the one who stole my nude Polaroid."
I cringe and cover my face with my hands, wishing I could disappear. Or time travel. Or make him forget I ever took his picture.
"But, in all seriousness, I don't actually mind that much."
I jerk my head up and frown at him. "You don't mind?"
Shaking his head, he explains, "I've known you for years, Namjoon. You've seen me naked on many occasions. Hell, I've seen you in the nude. I don't care that you've seen my dick; it's that you stole one of my things that I wanted to keep personal."
The guilt that had settled itself in my stomach rises up to rest in my throat. "Hyung, I swear it wasn't intentional. You know I wouldn't do that. But I am sorry."
He grins. "I know you are. Hey, do me a favor and don't tell anyone else about this. I don't need any of the members getting their hands on that picture. For all I know, Jungkook or Taehyung will post it and it'll trend on Twitter." He laughs at the thought. "We don't need that."
"Our manager will kill us," I add.
We share a laugh, and I can suddenly breathe properly. Before either of us could say anything more, there's a knock at the door. "Hyungs! What are you two doing in there?"
"Nothing, Taehyung." Jin walks over and opens the door. "We were just talking."
The dongsaeng pouts. "You guys took way too long. We're bored!" He pounces on Seokjin, making his hyung hold him up. "Can you drive us to the mall?"
"Why me? There's plenty of staff and security that could drive you."
He whines loudly, "But we want you to go too! And you're a really good driver!" He jumps, catching both of us off guard and clings to Seokjin like a koala. "Hyung, please come with us!"
He groans but with a smile. "Fine," he gives in. "But you'd better buy me something for wasting gas money on you." Taehyung smiles wide and screams a thank you as he runs out of the room, excitedly telling his fellow maknaes that they can go. He turns back to catch my eye. "Are you coming, Namjoon?"
"I don't really-"
"You're not still on that, are you?" He rolls his eyes at me. "It's in the past," he assures. "Come with us to the mall."
I sigh. There's no point in trying to fight with him. He can be stubborn at times. Or all the time. 'What Seokjin wants, Seokjin gets' is his new motto. "I'll go."
"Great! Let's go." He takes my hand and pulls me along.
It doesn't take long for the seven of us to all pile into a van. It took a lot of convincing to get Yoongi to tag along, but we succeeded with the maknae line all jumping on him in his bed. He's cranky we woke him from his nap, but sitting him next to Hoseok seemed to lift his mood.
Jimin took shotgun before I could get to it, but it was Jimin, so I couldn't say no. I end up sitting next to Jungkook.
Jin turns the car on, but Jimin cries out something about forgetting his wallet. He opens the door and jumps out, but Seokjin shouts his name to get his attention. He leans over and moves Jimin's bag, revealing the wallet that had been hidden under it. Smiling, Jimin returns to his seat.
After making sure everyone had their seatbelts on, he pulls out onto the road. There were many conversations going on all at once, but the moment a question left Jimin's mouth as he pointed to the familiar object on the floor in front of him, Jin and I died right then and there.
"Jin-hyung, is that your Polaroid?"
