He raised his arm and comfortably wrapped it around his shoulder, pulling him close so he could make him feel a bit more at ease. He knew he was tense, he didn't blame him - Namjoon was so nervous, his palms kept sweating. "Dude, I don't need that kind of shit. I get sushi and a movie, that's great. And grown up time. No kids, no cartoons, no food everywhere. This is glamorous for me." He leaned forward and, because he could and he liked to do it, he kissed his cheek again. And again. And one more time, just cause.

"You're cute, you know? Everyone thinks you're a bad boy but you're so soft." It was endearing as hell. "Cute."