"I think Tae disagrees." Namjoon laughed, clearly not offended, sitting down on one of the old, rickety chairs he had in the kitchen that Jin always hated, letting Tae handle Jungkook but keeping an eye on both boys. Jungkook had gone from clinging to Namjoon to clinging to Tae's arm and eyeing up Yoongi with such awe and wanting.

There was no one cooler in the world. No one. Not even Hobi and he was really cool.

"We gotta date for a few years, TaeTae