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“You don’t know tennis,” Taehyung finally repeats slowly, staring at Hoseok. “But you do know tennis.”
“Not to him,” Hoseok clarifies. “I’m someone who just... plays for fun, and isn’t good at it. Needs tutoring.”
He can see all the gears in Taehyung’s head moving, piecing each part of Hoseok’s plan together, until the light bulb finally goes off. “You’re getting him to tutor you. You’re getting... He’s tutoring you in tennis. An Olympian?” Taehyung’s facade finally cracks. “You’re... You have a tennis tutor!” He cries out, slapping his knee in delight. “You’re flirting! By pretending to be bad at tennis! You!”
Hoseok laughed. “I’m not sure you would have drowned down there, but sure, thanks.” He pushed his sunglasses up to the top of his head and his bangs spilled out over his forehead.
“You underestimate my capacity for overthinking things,” Namjoon said. “I could have died out there, analysis paralysis is the silent killer.”
The site was in English, and Namjoon really should've checked it over before Hoseok booked the room, but there's nothing to be done about it now.
They've got a ten day honeymoon package on a beautiful island, and they're going to make the most of it. Even if it means pretending they're newlyweds to win extra prizes from the resort.