Seokjin's POV

That night, Seokjin's taking a bath with his little friends tiny-adorable-rubber-duckies.

- "Mmm..." The satisfaction sound when you get to soothe your tired body after a busy day

Seokjin dazes and his mind once again fill with the imagery of that man

Namjoon is...

...someone who's been taking good care of me ever since I was very young.

Ever since my only remaining family, my mother, passed away.

Seokjin buries his head under the water and breathes heavily to bubble up, and when he almost run out of breath he sit up to gasp for air.
- "He takes way too much care of me...

...even though we're not related by blood." Probably Seokjin thinks hard

- "As for his "birthday" being today, that's something I just came up with when I was a kid...But he doesn't say anything about it."

The picture of when Seokjin was a little kid sitting in Namjoon's laps for him to read the book clearly pop out of his mind

He's tall, and he has a beautiful face.

He's so smart that there are times when I wonder whether there's anything he doesn't know.

When I was a child,

I dreamt of being like him one day.

Seokjin finally decides to end the soothing-body-therapy, he stand up hard that water splashes all over the places

- "If we're blood related at all, I might have inherited something.

But there's been no sign of that so far."

It pissed me off to admit it...

He slides the door of the bathroom and walks out while drying himself up by a cloth. The bath towel lies around his shoulders, and he uses both of his hands to hold each side of the towel to rub the top of his wet hairs, he continues to walk through the corridor while eyeing the floor beneath. Then he suddenly slams on a big black thing right before him "Whoa!" He about to fall on his back then a bare of hand catch at his left elbow

- "Whoops.

I'm sorry.

Oh, again you're...

Why do you always come out with your hair still wet?" Namjoon bends his back down a little bit because he too high to stand tall to reach the cloth above Seokjin's head, sighs in annoyance and continues rubbing Seokjin hair

- "Wha.! I can do it by myself!"

- "It's obviously because you can't that I'm doing it." 

Then Seokjin turns his head up to look right into the eyes of the taller man

But above all...

...the fact that Namjoon and I are "different"...

...is always proven...

...by his beautiful green eyes.

The eyes that can always make his heart pounds loudly in his chest.

- "Is something wrong?" Namjoon asks

- "N...nothing's wrong!"

- "Did the ghost stories scare you? Do you want to sleep together tonight?" His hands cup both outside of the cloth and raise Seokjin's face to look into his eyes

- "NOT AT ALL! DON'T TREAT ME LIKE A KID!" Seokjin startles also embarrassed

- "Get in your bed so you don't get sick. And don't stay up too late!" Namjoon calls out when Seokjin pouts all the way to his own room.

But with just a slight steps that cause the top of the house creak a loud sound successfully startle the scaredy-cat Seokjin "Whoa!", not just that, he jumps right in when he hear the window rattle "Eek!"

Then he officially make up his mind