"I love you" 

I look at him waiting for an answer, a smile, a sign he feels the same. 

"Let's get out of here before your friend over there tries gluing me to this chair as a plan for us to sit here forever" He says getting up grabbing the bag, I quickly get up and follow him out, feeling Namjoon's eyes all over us. I quickly untie my waist apron and set it on the closest empty booth near the door.  

"Your friend is sketchy" He says with a laugh as I take a deep breath inhaling the fresh air.

"He's not" I say under my breath, "You shouldn't be the one judging" I mumble remembering all the different styles and sides of seen of Taehyung.

"Oh, so now I'm someone who should be judged"

"I used to think you were a drunk who lived on the edge, then I thought you were high class then you looked like a six year old" I say looking over at his side profile, his lips slightly turning into a smile.

"Do you have something to maybe say to me?" I ask waiting for a response to my confession.

"Me? Shouldn't you be talking, you left me in" He stops talking 

"In?" I question 

"you know" he says brushing it off.

"Oh, I left you in tears" I say remembering it and he glares at me

"Did you really have to say it?" He asks 

"What big boys don't cry? But you did, you broke the code" I say, I can see his face only a little between the darkness and the light reflecting from a lamp not too far away. 

"When did your mouth grow, what happened to the chick that still needed a duck to show it its way" 

"Did you just call me a chick?"

"What are you offended?" He asks his face coming closer to mine

 a baby chick who needs someone to show him the way, he's saying I can't live on my own or something isn't he. Or is he calling me weak, maybe he I'm calling myself weak.

"Kind of" I admit

"Good" He grabs onto my face and kisses me.