"No, he's a stubborn bastard. He's -- He said I can call him hyung." It was weird. And he hadn't, on purpose, and then he slipped recently. Sitting back in his chair, Namjoon pulled his legs up without thinking and held them close, looking so much like his younger brother in that moment. Right down to the nervous way he chewed his lower lip. "Sometimes I think about my ideal friend, you know? Like when I'm alone and it's like... I dunno, he just came to life and I'm half sure I'm delusional and he's not real."

It was pretty surreal. "I--I don't like to like people."