“Jongin.”

“Hm?” Jongin hummed in reply, wrenching the knob of the sink to turn it off.

“Do you think we’ll always be like this?”

“Like what?” Jongin said, untying the apron and hanging it on a hook next to the stove.

“Like this.” Seulgi bluntly stated, swallowing the last of her breakfast. “You know, like how we are.”

Jongin let out a soft chuckle, leaning back on the counter. “Like happy?” 

Seulgi realized how unusual it sounded when verbalized but nodded, wiping the corners of with the napkin next to her plate.

“I don’t know,” Jongin thought. “Don’t you want us to be this way?”

“It’s just weird, everything seems too ideal, I don’t know- is too ideal even a thing?” She said. “Like Jongdae and Wendy fight more times in a day than I can count with my fingers, Suho and Irene have their fair share of arguments too even over the pettiest things, and we, even after two years—“ She cut herself off.

“We what?” Jongin raised an eyebrow. “Don’t?”

“… Yeah.” She reluctantly answered.

Jongin smiled, gritting his teeth to hold in laughter as he walked closer to Seulgi and sat at the edge of the table she was seated behind. “Seulgi.”

“Jongin.”

“We’re late again because of you, because you choose to be completely irresponsible and insensitive and frankly, just rude— don’t you understand how important my job is or you’re just going to keep acting like the world should revolve around you and your decisions??” Jongin suddenly burst, throwing his hands in the air, his tone and expression rid of any of the bubbly brightness Kim Jongin always radiated with.

Seulgi was left staring.

“See, I could choose to say that.” Jongin points out, voice completely switching back to normal. “But instead I’d say, Seulgi, love let’s be earlier tomorrow okay?” He said, taking Seulgi’s hand in his. “And you’d say?”

“Okay…” Seulgi responded, puzzled. “I’m sorry..?”

“Yes, exactly. That’s why we don’t fight. ” He nodded, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “That’s why we’re happy.”

Seulgi stared back at his smiling face.

“But if you’re unhappy with being happy, you could just let me know.” Jongin joked.

Seulgi furrowed his eyebrows at him, and pushed herself off the seat. “Maybe later, but now we have to go cause as you said we’re late and today, it’s your fault.” She rode along.

“Okay,” Jongin laughed, easily accepting her statement. “My fault today. Okay.”

Seulgi laughed along too, deciding to choose to be grateful instead of anything else as she let the boy she was happy with— she’s been happy with for over two years to guide her out of their apartment and off to another day of the career that she’s been happy doing as well.