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"NAMJOON! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" A woman yelled making seven-year-old Namjoon freeze in his spot. He didn't dare to move. The woman rushed to Namjoon and gripped his arms causing him to yelp in pain.

"Eomma, you're hurting me..." He whispered as tears pooled in his brown eyes.

"I DON'T CARE! How could you just let the wine fall on my new table mat?!" She yelled. Namjoon's tears streamed down his chubby cheek. His nose, cheeks and eyes were red from trying to suppress his loud heartbreaking sobs.

Namjoon was just walking by the kitchen countertop and was about to take a glass to drink water. There was a wine glass kept right beside where the glass was. His hand accidentally touched it and it tipped causing it to spill all on the white table mat neat folded on the countertop.

His eyes widen as he saw the reddish liquid spread out on the cloth. He heard loud footsteps caused by the pencil heels of his mother. He was about to hold the wine glass and stop it from spilling further. But his mother saw it and yelled at him.

"HOW COULD BE SO STUPID?! YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING MISTAKE!" His mother rose her hand only to make contact with Namjoon's cheek. Little Namjoon closed his tightly, bracing himself for the upcoming impact and then-

"AHH!" He woke up, breathing heavily. Sweat beads rolled down his forehead and neck. He looked around his room and sighed deeply. He ran his hands through his silver hair in exhaustion and frustration. His fear getting worse and that's not good.

"Joonie? Are you okay, babe?" The man asked as he came up to him from the study table present in the room.

"I'm fine, Jin Hyung. Just had another nightmare." He confessed quietly. He sighed, hugging and burying his head in his lover's neck, inhaling his lovely and manly scent.

"Your nightmares are getting frequent. This is not good, Love." Jin said as he gently stroked his lover's hair. "Joonie? Are you really going to the therapist?" He asked, already knowing the truth but he wanted to hear it from the said man. He placed his lover on his lap and leaned back on the headboard.

"Y-yes. I don't think it's h-helping, Hyung." The younger lied and tried his best to not stutter. He cursed internally.

"Joon, if you don't go to him, how will it help?" Seokjin reasoned as he stroked Namjoon's smooth cheek. Even though Seokjin can't see but he felt Namjoon's eyes widen at his words.

"I am going there, Hyung." Namjoon quietly said, snuggling more into his lover's broad chest.

"Babyboy, don't lie to me. Your therapist calls me every time you don't show up and he has been calling me for three weeks consecutively. You missed your therapy session for three weeks!" Seokjin said sternly, wanting to make the boy on his lap realize his mistake. "Joonie darling... I love you. A lot. You know that, don't you?" Namjoon nodded on his chest. "Then please, for the love of God, go to the therapist." Seokjin pleaded. Namjoon didn't want to but he didn't want to disappoint his lover.

So, he agreed.

"Hyung?" Namjoon called out for his lover.

"Yes, Love?"

"How are you so perfect?" He asked with such innocence that it made Seokjin melt and want to coo out loud while kissing the living shit out of his lover.

"Baby... I'm not perfect. I'll admit it. You can compare me with the moon." He pointed at the shining moon high up in the sky which was very visible from Seokjin's bedroom, specifically from where they were seated. "Look it has so many crates, so many spots and so many imperfections. But can you tell why do people love it anyway?" Seokjin questioned as he cradled his babyboy while he wondered why is he so insanely light? He gets lighter and lighter every time he makes the younger sit on his lap.

"Um no," Namjoon said honestly. He actually couldn't figure out why do people love the moon so much. Like what's the point? It shines with something else's light and looks so ugly when you look at it closely.

"People love it because it shines in its darkest times. Though it changes all the time but still stays the same. It makes it look it's beautiful when it really isn't." That's when Namjoon realises something.

"Hyung, did you just indirectly say you aren't handsome?!" Namjoon freaked out, his hands landing on Seokjin's broad shoulders.

"Haha! Aren't you clever?!" Seokjin laughed while kissing Namjoon's nose softly causing the younger to blush furiously. "You're so cute, baby..." Seokjin's big hand resting on Namjoon's neck. Namjoon always felt the love eyes whenever he laid eyes on Seokjin's but it felt so intense.

"H-hyung-" The younger stammered as he felt his lover's breath on his lips, his eyes close slowly, hands travelling to his boyfriend's arm and shoulders.

"It's okay, baby. I got you." He said lowly as he lets his full lips adjoin with his dongsaeng. A rush of Euphoria flushing in their chests. A beautiful and loving moment was being shared under the moonlight.