"We don't have a cook, we have Yoongi-hyung! And if he doesn't cook then we have snacks cause Namjoon burns everything." Kookie hung over the side of the couch and looked off at the kitchen, pouting a little. He wanted food but he knew food took time and he had to give appa-- hyung, his hyung, time to cook.

"Your apartment sounds massive."

"It really is. It's swanky as f--things." Damn, kids. He had to remember not to swear. "We'll make up a room for you and Tae, you could live with us. I mean... we can work this out, right? Can't be too hard." He didn't want kids but what other option was there?