"You are already that adult, love. Jimin would be dead if you and Jackson hadn't found them." Jin cupped the side of Namjoon's face and tried to get him to look at him, wishing he could somehow ease all that hurt he carried around inside him. Perhaps that was a step toward that. "We have a spare room," he agreed, trying to think about it logically.

"I suppose we can order bunk beds and pay to have them put up too." Because he didn't have time to do that and Namjoon just should not even try. "Jimin is going to have to stay here for a few more days at the very least. But we can take the other four home. Provided we can talk Suga into leaving Jimin."

He smiled, just a little bit. "If you are sure? I thought you didn't want kids yet."