Chapter 7

Namjoon rolled and rolled on the couch until he stopped and rested his head on the handrest of the couch, looking at Yoongi's inverted figure.

"Are you almost done, hyung?" Namjoon asked.

Yoongi was suddenly surprised with the honorific and suddenly burned himself, yelping.

Namjoon rushed to Yoongi's aid and took his finger, immediately putting it under cold water. Yoongi just looked at Namjoon and he looked so serious about it.

"Yah, what happened to you?" Namjoon asked.

"Uh, nothing, it's nothing," Yoongi said, shaking his head.

After a a minute or two of rinsing Yoongi's burnt finger, Namjoon asked, "where's your first aid kit?"

"In the bathroom cabinet." Namjoon walked to the bathroom and found the first aid kit. He took out the non-adhesive bandage and wrapped it around Yoongi's finger and put a small plaster to secure it.

"Don't call me hyung," Yoongi said, sighing and went back to cooking.

"Why not? You aren't older than me?"

"I didn't say anything about not being older than you, I just don't like being called hyung, okay?"

"How 'bout oppa?"

Yoongi glared at Namjoon. "Pabo."

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