"You know I had YeongMi sleep in the guest room for a reason. I know how kids your age are, and with GeongMin at such an impressionable age, I wanted to prevent any temptation."

Namjoon stood in the kitchen with his mother, helping her prepare breakfast. Naturally, it was the perfect moment for an interrogation, as GeongMin and YeongMi were still asleep.

"It wasn't like that. We kind of had an argument, and I couldn't wait til morning to make things better." Namjoon bit his lip nervously, "I didn't mean to fall asleep." A lie, he had intended to sleep with her.

"Okay, but next time, leave before I find you, please."

Namjoon laughed, rubbing his hair.

"... Is she okay?"

"In most ways. I'm working on it, momma." 

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Since the weather was nice, GeongMin insisted that they ate outside, as the sun would 'cure everyone's melancholy'. YeongMi was oblivious to the fact that it was directed at her, as she still didn't know that the other's knew of her closet incident.

As they sat together, Namjoon found himself constantly staring over at YeongMi.

After having their first actual fight, Namjoon found that his confidence in their love was revitalized, and it was like he was seeing her for the first time again. The more time he spent with her, the deeper he fell. 

She would glance over at him every few minutes, to which he would look down and scratch his neck casually, as if he hadn't just been staring at her. Once she looked away, his eyes would return to her, and the cycle would continue.

He knew he was being obvious, so much so that GeongMin kept pointing it out. He knew, though, that as much as YeongMi played casual, she loved it, so he didn't even try to hide it. 

"Just put your plates in the sink when you're done, I'll wash them this time," Namjoon spoke, sparing a single glance at his mother before looking back to YeongMi.

"I'll help," YeongMi added, "to make sure he doesn't break anything."

Namjoon ate slowly, and YeongMi found herself doing the same, as if neither of them wanted to leave the table. They waited just long enough for the kitchen to be empty before going inside. 

YeongMi turned on the faucet and grabbed the soap before starting to wash the dishes, while Namjoon stood still, watching her.

A light blush rose to her cheeks, and she feigned irritation. "Aren't you the one who volunteered to do this? Won't you do something?"

He did something alright, and YeongMi soon found herself washing the dishes with an extra weight on her back.

Usually, YeongMi hated being hugged, as it made her feel small and pitiful. However, she loved Namjoon's hugs. It seemed that nowadays, everything Namjoon did was an unspoken confession, and she could feel the affection behind his touch. A smile rose to her face, and she slowed her hands, wanting the moment to last longer.

GeongMin peeked around the corner, a smug smirk on her face as she caught them. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be helping?"

"He's.... moral support," YeongMi grinned, "or my cheerleader."

"Yeah, I wish that excuse worked on teachers when you don't want to participate in a discussion."

YeongMi chuckled, shaking her head softly and flicking water at the young girl, who ran away squealing.

"Hey, Namjoon?"

"Hmm?" Namjoon had gotten distracted, burying his face in YeongMi's neck and inhaling the scent of her shampoo. Moments like these were something he could never get enough of.

"I like you."

Namjoon smiled, "I know. YeongMi?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

YeongMi smiled sadly. She felt bad that she still couldn't say it back, and she only hoped that the moment she did say it, Namjoon would be happy enough to forget about how long he had to wait.

"I know."