seokjin singing softly while he's at the stove and namjoon's cutting vegetables and he's in awe of the older's voice. he puts his knife down to simply stare at seokjin, who looks at him questioningly with blushing cheeks.

namjoon only smiles back and his eyes soften to mush, and there's so much love in his expression that seokjin blushes harder and turns back to the stove quickly, muttering a stop it, joon before tightening his apron and fixing his hair nervously.