Namjoon paced back and forth in his living room, his phone pressed to his ear. The guilt was still eating him, even after all these hours. His team had already reassured him that Mia was fine, but he couldn't shake the memory of her pale face when she was done puking.

"Joon, it's going to be fine," Jin's voice came through the speaker. "She's already back home. You sent her flowers, right?"

"I sent her three bouquets," Namjoon sighed dramatically, slumping onto the couch. "But what if that's not enough? What if I've permanently ruined her view of me? I never ever want to disappoint a fan! What if I gave her trauma and she never wants to even see a broccoli again?!"

Jin burst into laughter on the other end. "Then you'll be responsible for the worldwide broccoli boycott. It's on your shoulders now."

Namjoon shot up from the couch, a sudden thought hitting him. "I should've sent a personal note with the flowers, right? Not just a generic one. Maybe I could write something heartfelt—'I'm sorry for nearly killing you with vegetables,' something like that?"

"That's definitely... one way to go about it."

Namjoon grinned, his anxiety momentarily forgotten. "Okay, maybe not that extreme. But still! What if I made it worse?"

Jin's voice softened. "It's fine, Namjoon. Just give her some space, but also let her know you care. It's not a big deal."

Namjoon slumped back into the couch, his hand rubbing his face. "Alright, I'll try not to completely mess this up. But I still can't believe I fed her broccoli. Broccoli!"

Jin's laughter filled the air. "At least it wasn't something worse. Imagine if you gave her durian."

Namjoon froze. "Don't even joke about that. She'd probably never talk to me again."

"Isn't that what you wanted anyway? You're fine," Jin chuckled before hanging up, leaving Namjoon to stew in his thoughts.

Yes, Namjoon wanted Mia and him to go their separate ways but he never wanted to end it on a bad note. Especially not when she's an ARMY!