Namjoon looked back and forth his wrist and his boyfriend.
"I'm sorry if I ever hurt you, Seokjin-ah. I'm sorry if I'm not good enough."
"Shut up, Namjoon."
But he didn't listen,"I'm sorry I destroyed our things, I'm sorry I'm not tall enough to fit your ideal type."
"I don't have ideal type anymore ever since I met you, Joonie."
"Awww. But still, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being ugly, too."
"You're not ugly."
"I'm sorry for being stupid."
"You're a genius for god's sake!"
"I'm sorry I can't be a good dad for our kids."
"We don't even have any kids!"
"Jungkookie, Taehyungie, Jiminnie, Hobi and Yoongi hyung, they're our kids."
"Okay, okay."
"I'm sorry I can't cook, Seokjin-ah."
"Now you're being ridiculous."
"I'm sorry I'm ridiculous."
"Oh my god, Namjoon."
"I'm sorry I'm not a good dancer."
"OH MY GOD. KIM ING NAMJOON STOP THAT, IT'S ONLY A PAPER CUT, YOU'RE NOT DYING!"
"Don't you know someone can die because of a paper cut!?"
"The wound's not even deep, oh my Jesus Christ."
"Really?"
"There!" Seokjin finally let go of Namjoon's hand.

Namjoon blinked and studied his bandaged wrist.
"So.. I'm not dying?"
"No, you are not." Seokjin sighed.
Namjoon then looked at Seokjin with eyes full of admiration.
"You're really my angel!" He said, hugging his lover tightly.
The older rolled his eyes and patted Namjoon's back, "And they say you're a genius."

Written : 2016.06.21