Namjoon thought that he naturally snatched Yoongi’s right as the second eldest away.   “Stop sighing. It makes me tired” Yoongi said.

Since love is universal and they are hiphop doers, Namjoon calls it Hiphop Love. 

Yoongi…. Namjoon thought what was the best word to describe him.  P.. Pre… Pretty?

It was Sunday, and Yoongi is sugar.    It was the end for Namjoon.

“Hoaaaaaaammmmm~ such a cold day right?” he said as he stretched his arms. Namjoon was lame, he knew it, and he saw Yoongi side eyed him. 

Yoongi couldn’t stop thinking that this was an one sided love.

“Red…”  Yoongi remembered, instead of telling Namjoon the color of the book, he was telling Namjoon his expectation of his cheeks’ color. 

He heard Yoongi stupidly blew on his trumpet when he was trying to call his name.

“Oh, hyung, do you realize it? You don’t bite your fingernails anymore” Jimin asked with a happy tone. “You did it!” Taehyung clapped his hands with a wide smile on his face.  “Waaaah” Jungkook said with his usual very bright smile. “Congratulation, hyung!” Hoseok said.  “How did you stop it?” Jin asked. 

“I was looking for you…” Yoongi whispered.

“It’s 03.46 AM” Namjoon said after he peeked the clock on the monitor. “Maybe your swag soul had fainted” Namjoon said and now he could see a pout on Yoongi pitiful tired disapproval face. “Maybe he needs sleep?”. “What the heck with swag soul…” Yoongi murmured and grabbed the mouse again, but only staring blankly to the monitor.