"Yo, hands off my boyfriend!" a voice yelled, and both men turned to see Namjoon angrily storming towards them.
Get him, Joonie.
Namjoon walked right up to the stranger and ripped his hand away from Seokjin's face. He growled, holding tightly onto the guy's wrist.
"Don't you fucking touch him!" the blonde grunted lowly, face extremely red.
"What are you gonna do about it, lank?" the guy smirked, relaxing against the bench.
"I'll fucking murder you, you piece of shit," Namjoon said, grip getting tighter and tighter around the guy's wrist.
"I'd like to see you try."
Before anything else could happen, Seokjin smashed his ice-cream into the guy's face, the hard caramel cracking against his cheek. Namjoon let his wrist go as he stood up and glowered at Seokjin.
"What the fuck? Are you mental?" he yelled, swiping the ice-cream off his face.
"No," Seokjin said with a smile, "just pretty."
"Scram now," the blonde said, a simper gracing his lips.
The man growled one last time before storming away. Seokjin squealed before both him and Namjoon started laughing. The younger seated himself beside Seokjin again before taking his ice-cream back.
"I'm sorry for wasting your money," Seokjin mumbled, looking down at the puddle of melted ice-cream.
"That's okay, bub. We can share mine," the other suggested, holding his cone out to the brunette.
Seokjin took a small lick of ice-cream before it was shoved against his lips. He gasped and Namjoon started laughing again, clutching his stomach. Seokjin glared at him with a pout before licking his lips clean and wiping them for extra measure.
"You're so mean," he murmured and Namjoon calmed into a chuckle.
He leaned closer to the brunette's face. "You've got something," he said, not realizing that he set the ice-cream down beside him.
"What?" Seokjin asked, licking his lips again.
"Right," Namjoon pecked Seokjin's lips for the second time that day, "there." He smiled down at the older, who was blushing madly. "You're so cute."
"Stop it~" the older whined, averting his gaze from Namjoon's eyes.
"But, what if I don't want to?" the blonde remarked, smirking. Seokjin rolled his eyes. "I know you know this, but, you're really beautiful, Kim Seokjin," Namjoon mumbled. "Not just your face, but you. You're such a darling in this world. I love all your jokes, I love your cooking. But that's just the little things."
Seokjin stayed quiet.
"I love how strong you are. You've been putting up with an abusive and lying idiot for years, and you're still standing. You're still here. You're here with me."
Namjoon put his head on Seokjin's shoulder.
"You're so kind, too. Remember that night when you woke me up at 3 in the morning just because you missed me? Then you went out to buy milk pudding but stayed away longer than you should've because you wanted to help someone who was lost? I thought that was really great of you to do. You didn't even have to help him, but you did."
The blonde sighed.
"You put up with me, too. When I wanted to play you, you still put up with me. You still decided to stay my friend, even though I broke your heart while you were going through something else. I felt so stupid, that time. After seeing you run away, crying, something in my mind clicked that you're not just anybody. You're Kim Seokjin, and you're special to me."
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