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We walked back along the hall to Namjoon's office. I paused at the door, waiting for his invitation.
"Come in," Namjoon said.
I led Jungkook inside and watched him animatedly examine this new room. It was darker than the rest of the house; the deep mahogany wood reminded him of his earliest home. His eyes ran across the rows and rows of books. I knew him well enough to see that the sight of so many books in one room was something of a dream to him.
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Namjoon marked the page in the one he was reading and then stood to welcome us.
"What can I do for you?" he asked.
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Of course, he'd heard all our conversation in the hall, and he knew we were here for the next installment. He wasn't bothered by my sharing his story; he didn't seem surprised that I would tell him everything.
"I wanted to show Jungkook some of our history. Well, your history, actually."
"We didn't mean to disturb you," Jungkook said quietly.
"Not at all." Namjoon assured him. "Where are you going to start?"
"The Waggoner," I said.
I put one hand on his shoulder and turned him gently to face the wall behind us. I heard his heartbeat react to my touch, and then Namjoon's almost silent laugh at his reaction.
