Em and Namjoon watch Yoongi tentatively enter La's room and close the door. 

You suddenly jump and run with care for your ankle to your room. Worried Namjoon follows you.

"Are you alright? What's wrong?" He can hardly catch his breath, thinking something is wrong; his worry for you is high. Love does that to people.

"I forgot my birthday and La always leaves my present in my... um, my sock drawer. Yeah, that's it, my sock drawer. Would you mind turning around, Joon? Just for a minute?"

He turns around, and you open your lingerie drawer. There in the front corner is your gift. La would always leave your gifts there on your birthday. It started out as a joke in college and has stuck ever since.

After removing a small gift bag, you quickly close the drawer. "Ok, Joon, you can look now."

He sees you holding a gift bag and asks, "What's in it? What did Lanne get you for your birthday?"

You sit on the edge of your bed and pat the place beside you. He waits to see what is in the bag and is glad nothing is wrong.

"Does she always hide your gifts in the dresser?" He thinks that is very strange and wonders why she does it.

"Oh, while we were in college, we used to prank each other, and one birthday, she put, um, something in my undie's drawer. It was a pair of men's boxers with little crabs in sunglasses. She knew I liked to sleep in t's and boxers. But that year, my parents came for family day, and my mom was putting away some new things she brought me. Needless to say, when my mom saw men's underwear in my undies drawer, she ran straight to my father. He snatched the boxers from her hand and demanded that I tell him who the guy that belonged to those boxers was. They didn't believe me when I said there was no guy."

You give a soft chuckle. "Lanne's mom had to explain to my parents that she was with La when she bought them for me. My dad was furious till La's mom explained. Then he thought it was the funniest thing. I had never seen him laugh so hard for so long, and he blamed my mom for causing a scene and embarrassing him."

Namjoon scoots closer. "So what did you get this time? Can I see?" He hopes he won't be embarrassed if it's boxers or girlie undergarments.

You reach into the bag and pull out a little box. Sitting the bag aside, you open the box, and inside were gold miniature hermit crab earrings with tiny pearls on the ends of the eye stalks.

"Oh, they are so cute!" 

You hurry to your dressing mirror and put them on. Returning to the bed, you lean down toward Namjoon. You move your hair back so he can see one of the earrings.

"I love them!" You exclaim with joy.

"Like you love Kim, Nam, and Joon?" he grins, waiting for your shocked expression.

"Oh!" Your face blushes with embarrassment. "You know?! Of course, you do. You came in to get my medicine and saw them. Please don't be angry." You silently plead with your eyes.

He steps close to you and glides his hands from your shoulders down to your hands, holding them.  "I know you love them, so you must love me too because you named them after me."

His cute, dimpled smile lets you know he isn't angry, and you are so relieved. You hold his hand and walk to their habitat with him in tow.  

"I'm glad you finally know." You look at them in their little habitat.

He stops and turns you toward him, "Em, do you love me?"

Seeing the seriousness in his eyes, you quietly nod.

"Tell me. Say it, Emily." His eyes soften, and he pulls you to him. He whispers close to your ear before kissing your neck, "Say it, say you love me."

He trails kisses down your throat and then back. You sigh. "I love you."

He smiles. His dimples are on full display. "Get your things. You're coming with me."

Caught off guard, you ask, "What? Where are we going?" Without waiting to find out, you start gathering things to put in an overnight bag.

"I'm taking you home with me."

"How? You can't drive." You are so confused yet happily so.

He takes out his phone and texts. Then, he looks up at you, smiling, and puts his phone back in his pocket. "Our ride is on the way. I want you to stay with me until we leave on tour in a couple of days." He holds your bag. Pack another one, baby. You are staying for a while." He smiles as you grab another bag to pack.

"I want you to be with me this weekend. On Sunday, I can introduce you to my housekeeper. She comes in once a month when I'm gone on tour or a promo trip. I want you to meet each other so she knows you are taking care of my crab family and will be staying."

"Oh, you have a housekeeper?" You feel jealousy rear its ugly head. "How long have you known her? Are you close friends or strictly business?"

He laughs, "Emily, you are the only girl I love. She's the housekeeper, that's all. Now hurry up, my jealous one. I want to get you home."

His eyes smolder with desire, and you pick up the pace of packing, excited to leave as soon as you can. You quickly pack more, and then it hits you: "I want to get you HOME."

Home, that has a wonderful sound. You finish packing, and your doorbell chimes just as his cell[phone does.

"Our ride is here. Let's go. Do you need any help? What about Kim, Nam, and Joon?"

"I can have La bring them over tomorrow. Let's go." You don't know that she is leaving at the same time the group is the day after tomorrow.

He grabs your two other bags and asks, "What about La and Yoons? Should we tell them we're leaving?"

You step out into the hall, and the connecting door is closed with the scarf tied to the knob. That's the signal to 'do not disturb'. You hope they are making up, so you are not about to disturb them.

You turn to Namjoon, "Nope. Let's go."

He looks at the connecting door with confusion, then you grab his arm, "Come on."

He laughs and follows you out.