Namjoon got out of the shower.
Yoongi was proudly kicking his legs in the air while laying on his stomach on his slight messy bed, playing animal crossing on his Nintendo. Namjoon walked in Yoongi's room, softly tapping his knuckle on the doorframe.
"Yoongi-ah."
The boy paused his game and turned his head, seeing him in only a..towel. He couldn't help to gulp hard, putting his Nintendo down and getting off of his bed towards the male. He walked over to his dresser and picked up the folded clothing, handing him the clothes.
"Before you go and change..." Yoongi spoke up in an whisper, still having a hold of the clothes. "Will you be able to..control yourself?"
The thing is, Namjoon doesn't smile. He only shows anger and sadness at this time. He'll fake his smile for the boy's parents so they won't be so questionable. Yoongi fakes his own smile when his parents came home but deep down, he was scared shitless. Panicking.
Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek. "I change at midnight. I change back at eight in the morning."
"So, you don't know how to control it?" He knitted his brows.
"It's hard to control it. I'll try my best to stay like this. For you."
Yoongi nodded, letting go of the clothes so the older can have it. "Okay. Go on and change." He turned back around and walked back to his bed.
"Thank you."
Yoongi turned and looked at him, curling up a small smile. "Thank you too."
Namjoon knitted his brows. "For what?"
"For not killing me or letting me die."
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