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“Won’t you let us take care of you sometimes, Namjoonie?” he asks. He’s whispering too now, and it feels right. Like any louder will be too much for the bubble of comfort they’ve created in the darkness.
Agreeing to work on a movie with art-school oddball Kim Taehyung is the kind of thing that leaps from script-editing to pacing outside a sex shop giving yourself a pep talk way too fast for Namjoon's liking.
“Come on, Namjoon. You can do it. It's an adult store, and you're an adult, and you can do this. Just walk right in there, buy a silicone dick, and walk right back out again. Easy.”
"So you're like," Jimin starts, jaw slack. "Crazy rich."
Namjoon shifts uncomfortably next to him. "We're comfortable."
Park Jimin’s roommate goes to study abroad for a semester. Kim Namjoon takes over the lease.