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"What would it take for you to go to an art museum with me?" Namjoon asks out of the blue, turning to look at Seokjin. He hums, thinking to himself. "Actually, that wouldn't work."
Seokjin has a stroke of boldness, and he shakes his head. "I'd go," he says. "But only if you promised to make out with me and hold my hand."
What.
He blinks. He doesn't know why he said that.
Namjoon's eyes widen, and he pauses, stunned. Then he walks closer, smirk building at the corners of his lips. "Hm. As much as I'd love to, I told you it wouldn't work." Namjoon smiles sweetly. "They said not to touch the masterpieces. And you, baby, are definitely a masterpiece."