You stroll around the market, careful not to stray out of Namjoon's sight. He connects your hand with his and pulls you to his side, expertly weaving you in and out of the crowd.

"Oh, Ramen! Y/N, let's go!"

As he orders, your eyes wander through the variety of stalls, landing on a peculiar one.

"Namjoon, what's a condom? Can we try it?"

He stares at you, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. Innocently, you point at the stall. His eyes quickly move to it, placing a dramatic hand on his heart, releasing heavy breaths.

"Babe, that says corn dogs!"

You scratch your head, re reading the sign as he catches his breath.