Most of his home has an open floor plan, but you watch as Em disappears into the room Mr. Kim walks her to.

You smile attentively at his manager as you focus back in on the conversation.

"He is truly compassionate about his little friends. That's why he insists on having someone always here." He looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and hope, "You know how to care for these little crabs, right?"

You smile because you studied up on them yesterday with Em's tutelage. You had no idea she was so well-versed in the little crabs. It must be due to her fascination with Mr. Kim.

"Yes, sir. Miss Poole is well-versed in the care of small crabs of all varieties. It is a hobby of hers."

"Oh, that is excellent to hear. So I will let Mr. Kim know his friends will be left in good hands." He smiles, happy he took Namjoon's advice and called One True Heaven. They had both searched for exotic pet sitters for days. Then Namjoon came across yours and was drawn to it by the name and the many 5-star reviews on the website. It seems they made the right choice—after doing a thorough background check, of course.

Namjoon has led you into the habitat room set up just for them. As you leave the living room, you pass what looks to be an office, a small library, and a studio, and you notice small habitats in each area. 

He noticed and decided to explain. "I like to have them with me whenever I can. I will show you around after I introduce them to you." 

His smile broadens, and his dimples make their full appearance. He turns from you just as your mouth drops open in shock. 

You quickly close it. 'He is going to introduce me to them? Oh, how cute.' Your eyes glance over him head to toe, 'Oh yes, how cute . . . and he's so tall.' And those dimples, I have died and gone to heaven!'

Reaching the small room with an extensive habitat for his little crabs, he looks around proudly and with enthusiasm says, "Oh, Miss Poole, they are all out today."

"You can call me Em." you shyly say as you feel your face blush.

He smiles and says, "Thank you. You can call me Joon. Seeing how you will be taking care of my friends for several months, we should be friends, too."

He doesn't see your full blush, for he has turned back to the habitat. He was afraid he embarrassed himself by being too forward.

 Excited, he says, "Here comes Kooki, and  . . ."

"How do you know which is which?" you ask as you stand so close to him, gazing in wonder at the little crabs living in the habitat. He starts to speak, and his arm brushes yours. You look up at him, wondering if he felt the electric tingle you did. The look on his face says he did, and you smile inwardly.

The spell breaks as tapping comes from the habitat.

With a slight blush on his cheeks, Namjoon faces the habitat and points at the little crab, tapping the glass. "See this one tapping the glass? That is Kooki. He is my little boxer. He is always punching something, and the other two behind him usually hang out with him. It's like they are the Three Musketeers or something," he laughs.

 You say, "Those three are Tae, Jimin, and Jungkook?"

Namjoon heartily laughs, "Yeah, now that you mention it."

"Then this one," Em points at a dark little crab who hasn't moved the whole time, with its pincers tucked close to its body, "It must be Yoongi, as it seems to be napping, and oh, this one over here must be Jin ." Em points to the one little crab in the food dish. "He is doing his mukbang."

You are giggling, and Namjoon is mesmerized by the sweet tinkling of your giggle, and his eyes gaze softly at you. Suddenly aware that he is starring at you, he blinks and starts laughing,

"I never thought of it that way. That is too funny. Tell me, Em, who could this one be?" 

You smile and step closer to the area he just pointed to. You both are so close to the habitat that you accidentally brush against him as you move and catch a hint of his cologne.

You are leaning close to the glass to watch the tiny crab. You are so excited that you don't notice Joon has stepped closer, and when you suddenly stand back up, your head bumps into his chin. He was leaning over you to watch, too. His hand flies to his chin, and you gasp in horror.

"I'm so sorry. Does it hurt much?" Your face frowns in concern, and he thinks you look so cute.

"I'm okay." He looks back at the habitat, asking, "So, who do you think this one is?" He smiles, waiting for your answer.

You softly laugh as you tell him, "That is J Hope, no doubt about it." 

You are both laughing now as you watch the little crab 'dancing' moving side to side with his little pinchers in the air.

"Do you have pet crabs, too?" he asks you out of the blue. He silently hopes you do, as it will give him even more reason to contact you while on tour. He secretly has his fingers crossed in his pocket.

"Um, no." You lie because you know he will ask their names, and you would die of embarrassment if he knew you have three hermit crabs named Kim, Joon, and Nam.

He looks at you, a little disappointed, and then his manager and Lanne walk into the room.

Having overheard part of the conversation, La happily begins to tell Mr. Kim, "Oh, she does," and she stops speaking. She is confused because you are making all kinds of motions for her to stop behind Mr. Kim's back. The manager had walked over to the small desk and was retrieving papers from the top drawer and didn't see this exchange between you and La either.

"Em, are you ok?" La asks, worried something might have happened.

"Um, oh yeah, I'm fine. Mr. Kim and I were discussing pets and . . ." he interrupts,

"I asked her if she had any pets, but sadly she said no."

"What? But Em, you . . ." You rush over and squeeze La's arm, pulling her to the habitat.

"La, you should get a closer look at his pet crabs. They are so adorable." 

As you drag her to the habitat, Namjoon steps over to his manager.

"What is wrong with you, Em?" she whispers, glancing back to ensure Mr. Kim and his manager don't hear.

You whisper back to her, "Nothing, but if he knew I named my pet crabs after him, I would die of embarrassment."