"what's your favorite color?" namjoon asks, once they are seated under a tree.

"i'm not telling you, you're going to laugh." seokjin replies, while drawing patterns in the sand, with a stick.

"i promise I won't laugh. tell me?"

"pink. i think it's pretty."

"indeed, it is a pretty color." namjoon finds himself wanting to say more, to say that no color could be more beautiful than seokjin. but he doesn't, and instead makes a mental note to write the words down in his song book.

seokjin simply nods, before slowly smiling.

"thanks for not making fun of me."

"don't worry, i would never make fun of you. i like you too much." he says the last part quietly, but somehow the older manages to hear the words.

"you really like me, don't you?" he says, looking curiously at the boy.

"i wouldn't be here with you, if i didn't."

they both decide to leave it at that, sitting in comfortable silence until the sun starts to set.

"will you go somewhere with me?" namjoon says, holding his hand out to the older, after standing up.

he doesn't know what got into him, but without even questioning where they were going, seokjin smiles and nods, grabbing onto the younger's hand.