Ours. |knj + ksj| (eng)

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"But now, go sit down. I'll serve it to you."

Namjoon moved one chair away and Jin sat on it, smiling. He moved it closer and came back to the stove. The older was watching the younger dancing around the kitchen and when the latter placed two bowls of kimchi fried rice on the table, he smiled.

"Thank you," he took his chopsticks, "enjoy your meal."

"You too, Hyung," Namjoon responded, gazing at Jin, who placed a little bit of rice in his mouth. The older raised his eyes and then his eyebrows.

"Why aren't you eating?" he asked, "Is there poison in this? Do you want to kill me? Is that the reason why you cooked today?"

"What? No," Namjoon shook his head, "I am nervous to hear your opinion, firstly. Secondly, I just realized how handsome you are today."

"Only today? Pf, I am handsome all the time," Jin rolled his eyes but smiled.

"Can't argue with that," the taller responded, placing a piece of meat in his mouth, "but what do you think?"

"Well, you definitely didn't get your stepfather's genes b-"

"Obviously. He's my STEPfather," Namjoon rose his eyebrows.

"Oh my god, can you stop being a smartass and let me finish? I know that. I am pregnant, not stupid, dumbass," Jin rolled his eyes, "but it's okay. It's edible."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, I do like it. It's really good," Jin smiled supportively and continued to eat.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that."

They both ate quietly from there but that day, the atmosphere was much more relaxed and warmer than at their café date the week before. Jin had to say that although it was cooked by Namjoon, it wasn't that bad. It was slightly overcooked and there could be more seasoning but overall, his (boy)friend had done a great job.

When they finished, Namjoon broke the silence.

"You know, I got you something."

Jin rose his eyebrows. "Like a present?"

Namjoon nodded and gave him a big bag.

"Oh god, what is that?" Jin took the box out of it. "A pregnancy pillow?"

"You said you can't sleep well, so this might help you," Namjoon got up and placed the dishes into their dishwasher.

"No, I can't take it. That must've been so expensive," Jin shook his head.

"Please, Hyung. I know we aren't dating, but the baby kinda happened because of me, so..."

"Kinda?"

"Okay, it did happen because of me. And also, I already looked like a freak in that store. I don't wanna go there again. Please," Namjoon rubbed his hands together in a begging manner.

Jin sighed but smiled and looked at it again.

"Okay then. Thank you."

Namjoon smiled. "How's Jungkook?"

"He's well. He has Jimin over like every night."

The younger turned the dishwasher on and turned around to face him. "Every night?"

Jin nodded. "You don't wanna hear the things I heard. They are so loud," he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Oh no," Namjoon pouted. Deep down he wanted to offer him to stay here and he had to remind himself to shut his mouth. He didn't want to scare him off.

"Well, they are two young teenagers in love. What do you expect?" Namjoon said sitting down.

"To have some human decency, goddammit," Jin responded.

"Maybe with the pillow, you'll sleep better and then you won't hear them," the taller smiled supportively.

"Well, let's hope so."

And when the time came, after a whole afternoon spent together, Namjoon drove Jin home, like that true gentleman he was. He parked in the driveway of Jungkook's house and turned the engine off. Jin unbuckled his seat belt and smiled at Namjoon.

"Thank you for inviting me over. It was nice."

Namjoon turned his whole body and smiled as he nodded, "yes, it was."

He fought the urge to lean closer and connect their lips. He was tempted all afternoon to maybe slightly touch his hand or tug his hair behind his ear when it falling in his eyes but he could hold himself back. But right now, being so close to him, made his head spin and his legs weak.

He had to scream at himself in his mind to gain control but still - the urge, the need was there. Jin looked like an angel, as the street lamp was lighting up one part of his face, Namjoon couldn't help but drool. He fiddled with his fingers in his lap nervously.

And then everything happened too quickly. Namjoon wasn't sure if it really happened, so he only rubbed his cheek and smiled like an idiot.

Did Jin just kiss his cheek?