“Really Namjoon-ah?”

The judgemental stare doesn’t come from the oldest rapper (for once) but instead it comes from the oldest member.

Jin is frozen, chopsticks on the way to his lips, though the plate of food in front of him has been long forgotten. 

“You want to write a song about Converse?”

Namjoon eyes his hyung warily. 

“Yeah?”

Jin does his best not to roll his eyes at the younger, a wholly uncharacteristic behaviour, coming from him. 

“What hyung? Namjoon almost whines. Almost.

“Nothing…”

“Hyunggggg.” This time Namjoon really does whine.

“Oh my gosh Kim Namjoon what the heck was that noise.”

Hoseok appears at the doorway with Yoongi and Jungkook, the youngest weighed down completely with the amount of groceries Jin had sent for the three of them to buy.

Jin indicates a confused Namjoon with his chopsticks. 

“This person wants us to release a song about Converse.”

Jungkook snorts.

“Wow hyung. What a erted idea.”

Namjoon shrugs, indifferent. 

“Guess I’m a Converse-ert, then”

Jin spits out the spoonful of rice that had finally made it into his mouth.