She didn't know what she was getting herself into when she agreed to this. Namjoon came up to her one afternoon while she was walking back from class. It was one of those gigantic lecture hall of a class with over a hundred people, and she was exhausted. Being with too many people exhausts her. But he appeared in front of her, dimples and all, and she couldn't say no to his bizzare request. It wasn't the first time he's ever asked her to do something completely out of her comfort zone and while she doesn't always agree, there were times when she said yes just to make him happy. Once, he asked her to go with him to this underground hip hop club and even though she never stepped foot in one again, she was content enough with the Americanos she bought him for the rest of that week.

"Where did you even find this?" she asked as he whisked her to DiALOGUÉ, a little coffee shop joint that they frequented. They're known for, ironically, their teas instead of their coffee. But the cozy couches and tables make it a favourite for those who likes to hang out and chat. "Yoongi-ya!" Namjoon greeted the barista who nodded with a smile. They found their favourite nook empty and settled on the comfortably cushioned chairs. "Noonaaa~" a voice rang from the back of the room and she couldn't help but to laugh. "Kook-ah. Do I not exist anymore?" Namjoon grumbled as the young barista greeted her to a side hug. She giggled, easing into the familiar atmosphere. Beyond the tea and the comfy pillows, this was probably why she kept coming back to DiALOGUÉ. Thanks to Namjoon, everyone practically knows her here and they've all become a little family. For someone so uncomfortable by so many things, little comforts like this became her anchor.

After confirming to Jungkook that yes, they would like their usual order ("Honey vanilla chamomile and black, coming right up. Seriously though, why don't you guys try our coffee? We're a coffee shop you know..."), she leaned back as she watched him open his bag and produce a sheet of paper. "What is that?" she asked as he carefully smoothen the crumpled paper on the table. He looked up, his dimples and mischevious expression on his face, "I read a study that people can fall in love by answering 36 questions."

"What?"

"Interesting, right?" he wiggled his eyebrows before sitting up straight and leaning forward, "Let's test it!"

"What?!"

"Come on. It sounds like a rubbish study anyway. So let's try it!" he sounded excited.

He had told her that he had something really cool to show her, but she didn't expect him to ask her for this. It sounded harmless but there was a part of her that was worried. 'What if it actually does work?' she wondered to herself, biting her lips.

"It's just 36 questions. It'll be over before you know it," he continued. He could sense her hesitation. In the years that he's known her, he's become all too familiar with all her ticks - which is most things. When they first met in high school, he remembered how quiet she was and how hard it was to get her to smile. It was initially some sort of game for him - how many times can he make her laugh in a week or how many words he can get her to say that day. But they quickly found themselves forging an unexpected bond. He likes to push her to try new things and her calmness became the stability in his hectic life.

"Remember your resolution for this year? You said you want to try things before saying no," he reminded her when he saw the increasing worry painted on her face. She couldn't lie and say that she wasn't intrigued. His dimples and that gleam of utter excitement certainly didn't help.

"Alright."

Based on this New York Times article.