Namjoon POV

Taehyung shut the door behind me, but he couldn’t change the fact that I have seen what I seen. But I don’t think he had a problem with it, I would even say he was giggling while he was closing the door. I leaned on it and rested my head on the cold wood. Oh God. Could he be even cuter? What was worse, he looked so hot. I wanted to touch him so badly.

I slapped myself. I should stop dreaming about Jimin, God dam it. I should be focusing on other stuff. But that picture won’t go away. Jimin, in hosiery, with overly big jumper on... I griped my jumper above my heart trying to stop its racing. The way he looked at moment when our eyes met, his blushing cheeks, hands gripping onto the hem of his jumper, eyes wide open. It took him a moment, but he reacted pretty quickly.

When I saw him sitting between those soft pillows, I suddenly felt so warm inside. This was so confusing. As much as I wanted him, I knew he doesn’t want me. But for some reason, I couldn’t give up. But how am I supposed to express my feelings... I can’t just blur out confession and expect passionate yes from him! Wait... I’m not going to propose him. I definitely need some advice.

I went into the street and took out my phone. First thing I did was writing text message to Jin hyun and Chanyeol hyun.

To: Chanyeol, Jin-hyun

Guys, I need your help. Can we meet at Mark-hyun’s place?

I’ve got the positive answer right away. God bless those two. But not too soon, I don’t want to be uncle without mate. Who am I kidding? The only face currently showing up in my mind was Jimin’s. How could I fall in love so easily? Did I just admit I’m in love? God bless me. I mean - help me.

I went to Tuan Tea&Coffee, one of so not many places in our clan that young people use to have some teenage time at. Mark Tuan, probably the oldest in our small friend circle, was the owner of it. He overtook it after his father and I was doing actually a good work. It was usually deadly packed up with people, but now, that it was after a closing time, it was empty. But since the place was a part of family house, Mark was definitely up.

I met Jin at the front door waiting.

“I already ringed but you know Mark, it takes him so long to find the key,” he explained.

"Yeah I know," I giggled. "What about Chanyeol? Is he coming or not?"

"I believe he's your hyun too," Jin said and grinned. "He'll come a little later."

"I know Chanyeol is hyun as well but just look at him. He's not acting like a hyun at all!"

"But he still is your hyun plus he's mated already," he exclaimed, and I just signed.

"Are you teasing me? Look at Mark hyun, he's not mated yet as well and he's actually Chanyeol's age."

"Yes, but Mark is different."

"Wait, wasn't he your crush before Taehyung showed up?" I teased back.

"Ya!" He hit my shoulder with his hand and I laughed.

He would probably torture me for much longer but in that moment the lock in the door made a silent clicking sound and door opened wide. Mark was standing there only in his sweatpants and t-shirt looking annoyed. I believe he really was, but I couldn't care less.

"Go in and don't be overly loud. I need to sleep because Jaebum is going to have birthday party for his two years old devil tomorrow. I definitely need my sleep," he groaned and left us as soon ad as he came.

Jaebum and his mate, Youngjae, had a little cute baby girl. Natural devil in a mask of small girl. Like... Sorry Mark hyun, it's not my fault she likes you more than her par