𝗦𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ✓

三九

39

⌧ "stop staring at me." yoongi said to namjoon.

"i'm sorry but...i'm just surprised." he looked away. "i don't even see you as a little." he rubbed his forehead.

"twenty five percent. i'm not fully a little, dumbass." he rolled his eyes and got up to go to the couch.

"what does the percentage even mean?"

"it means that he doesn't do baby stuff but will whine like one." i spoke up. "it'll suddenly appear sometimes and he'll pout a bunch of times. he doesn't need a caregiver or anything like that." i explained, grabbing strawberry milk from the fridge. "but he needs someone on his side."

"oh..."

"it's no big deal..." yoongi mumbled, touching his new stuffed animal's nose, quietly giggling.

after pouring a glass, i walked over to yoongi and bent down. "i know it's not a big deal to you but..." i tapped in yoongi's nose. "i listed the types of symptoms you have." he giggled, making me smile. "and i searched up what makes you a half little." i sat down beside him.

"wait...what's going on between you guys?" namjoon questioned.

i gulped hard. fuck, i forgot.

"i uh—"

"i kissed jungoo." yoongi answered, smiling proudly. "he stared at me and kissed me back."

namjoon stared at me, deadly.

"oh fuck." i whispered, shrinking down in the couch.

"what?" yoongi giggled. "is it bad?"

"jeongguk. my room. now." namjoon spoke, getting up on his feet and walked towards the room.

i gulped even harder.

 

as namjoon closed the door, he looked right at me. "what the fuck jeon? i told you not to get him attached to you." he said in a low angry voice.

"what else was i supposed to do? keep him angry and depressed for all this time?" i replied. "i had to do something!"

"he's attached to you now! he won't be able to let you go! he has separation anxiety!"

"i don't care that he can't anymore. you shouldn't be mad at me about this!"

"why not."

"are you fucking blind!? did you see him on the couch? did you see the clothes that he's wearing? oh my fucking god—did you even see the smile across his face!?"

namjoon's brows knitted.

"he's out of his room, he's wearing a different color clothing instead of black and he's fucking smiling!" i clenched my jaw. "i did that instead of being completely distance with him. his room is staying cleaned, he didn't touch the alcohol in the fridge, he didn't even touch any sharp objects!" i grew a growl in my voice.

i rubbed my forehead, sitting down on the edge of the bed. namjoon was silent as i took a breath. i'm relieved that i said that to him, taking a good breather again.

"i'm sorry." namjoon whispered.

"you better be." i mumbled, slicking my hair back. "i put that smile across your hyung's face. i know i should respect you cause you're also my hyung but seriously...you needed to understand why."

"okay i get it." he sighed, rubbing his temples. "i fucked up for yelling at you and i forgive you for not respecting me correctly."

"namjoonie~! we have a visitor!" yoongi suddenly yelled out.

i looked up at him and went to open the door. he followed me out as we basically jogged toward the door.

i fluttered my eyes at the view of a random stranger...that exactly looked like namjoon. i looked at namjoon and then yoongi, knitting my brows.

"he said he's namjoonie's brother." yoongi replied in a slight quiet voice, rocking his heals.

"alright, c'mere yoonie."

yoongi jogged over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, looking up and smiling at me with an adorable smile. i quietly chuckled at him and looked back up at the male.

"ah, so you're the brother that called namjoon basically a queer? what an asshole you are—"

"jeongguk, go to yoongi's room with him." he interrupted me, making me sigh.

"c'mon, let's go to my room and decorate~" yoongi pulled on my arm, giggling.

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( THIRD POV )

"why did you come here? to apologize?" namjoon crossed his arms, raising a brow.

"i just want to talk."

"to talk about why i'm gay? to ask me why i've been dating a teen even though he's basically an adult now in three days!? is that why you—"

"i'm still your brother." jisoo interrupted.

"what?"

"look," jisoo walked up to him. "i'm sorry for how i acted and all, but i'm still your brother. aren't i?"

"of course you are." he mumbled.

"i just...freaked out. i didn't know how to react properly. i noticed something about you two so, i tried to figure it out on my own."

"then why didn't you say anything in the beginning to me?" namjoon's brows curled.

"because i feel like you'll lie about it so that i wouldn't hate you like eomma and appa would." jisoo crossed his arms.

namjoon fluttered his eyes and lowered his head. "i thought you would hate me forever if you found out..."

"it's alright." he placed a hand on namjoon's shoulder. "i don't hate you, i'm just surprised."

"sure you are..."

"i'm serious, namjoon." jisoo sighed. "look, taehyung thinks that you hate him from all of this and he told me that you're the one who accepts him. so please, apologize for yelling at him and he'll apologize too."

namjoon crossed his arms. "okay..."

"i'm planning to go sooner or later. i've been staying here for basically two weeks so, i think it's time to go back anyways."

"i'm glad you came to me and not eomma." the younger brother nervously chuckled.

"it's alright." jisoo chuckled, patting his back. "now go apologize to that little boyfriend of yours." he smiled.

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