S/o gave a quick, sharp nod at Namjoon's offer with his eyes squinted suspiciously and left the doorway into the kitchen. "What is it you wanted to talk about alone?" I asked Namjoon, propping myself up to face him better. -🗝
“Nothing,” Namjoon mumbles, “just to talk normally. Breathe a little without him in here. Did you have a fight? How’re you feeling?” He asks, voice dipping into worry as he scanned over your face, his brows creasing slightly. Naturally, he had shifted closer to you, feeling better in being able to see you more clearly.














