“Just think of it as a birthday present, from me to you,” Namjoon says, opening the door for Seokjin. It allows for Seokjin to finally get a proper look at Namjoon’s face, which is all smiles. Maybe a little sad, or maybe Seokjin’s just reading into it too much. “It’ll be fun. Once a year, I’ll be there for you. However you want me.” He whispers the last part, bringing his face closer to Seokjin’s so that their foreheads almost bump, and the closeness is so discombobulating that Seokjin doesn’t even think about worrying if someone recognizes them.

Seokjin swallows. “A birthday gift, huh?”

Namjoon nods, slowly. “If you want.”

Once A Year, You Love Me