intro her yn: which one of the boys is your favorite? 👁👁
A sharp gasp falls from your throat, and quickly you crumple up the piece of paper with the little question on it. “I’m not answering that,” you say. Your curious answer causes Namjoon to quirk his eyebrow at you, a look of interest painting his features.
“What is it?” he asks, prompting you to shake your head quickly.
“Nope.” you reply, popping the ‘p’.
With a roll of his eyes, “Oh come on, it can’t be that bad,” Namjoon says. Snorting, you hand him the piece of paper and watch as he unravels the crumpled note. Only to scoff. “It’s not that bad,” he repeats.
Jaw dropping to the ground, you gawk at him. “It is! How am I supposed to choose? I don’t even have a favourite. I love them all equally,” you reply.
“Really? You’re really telling me that Jungkook isn’t your favourite? That he’s not your special little man?” he teases, a playful lilt to his voice.
“Hey! He is my special little man, but that doesn’t mean he’s my favourite! I love them all equally, just a little differently. I met Jungkook first, and I spend a lot of time with him since he's younger and the twins tend to go off by themselves, and that’s why it may seem like he’s my favourite. But he’s not. I don’t have one,” you respond, your head tilting to the side as you stick your head in the air.
Namjoon snickers at your answer, “God, that was such a mom answer if I’ve ever heard one. But if you say so.” At his words, you feel a blush creep onto your cheeks, and you curl into your self slightly as your stomach flips. Mom. It’s crazy how much you loved hearing that - even if the boys still don’t call you that.
Your giddiness doesn’t last long, however, because immediately, “Jungkook. Jungkook is her favourite,” Namjoon answers for you.
“Hey!” comes your indignant yell; your boyfriend only grinning in response.
Please don’t send me any more ask my muses!
