"I've never had a hyung. I am the hyung. I'm a good hyung." Namjoon insisted stubbornly, looking off elsewhere. "That's what I have to be. For Tae. He's sensitive, he needs me." He fell apart so easily. He cried earlier today, he heard him when he came to visit and when he tried to comfort him, he was almost shutting down again. he wanted to make Tae happy and he kept making it worse.

"He likes music and he's a dick to me but he -- I don't know, maybe he actually likes me?" It was weird, that didn't happen. "People never like me." He knew Jin didn't, he didn't blame him, he set out to make him hate him. That was safer. "Dad always said no one likes a know-it-all. Especially not one like me."