he shoved him a sweater, "hyung, take this."
seokjin frowned. "but it won't be cold over there." (a/n: i did my research and the weather over there is 30 degrees, correct me if i'm wrong!)
but on the contrary, he smiled large enough with his eyes turning into crescents, "you'll need it!"
"take this too!" his voice snapped seokjin's thoughts away. "i don't need your socks, namjoon!" his eyebrows just continue to furrow deeper.
"you'll need it hyung!!!!!" namjoon kept repeating but it makes no sense to the seokjin who's bag is already overloading.
he finally asked, "why???"
eye contact were made. glued. makes certain of something. he is serious this time. "because the sweater and the socks are mine, my scent will be is there!"
laughing, he continued, "when you miss home, you can smell it!"
a/n: such namjin feels
