You and Namjoon been together long enough that his family stuff don’t feel new anymore, just… exhausting. Especially when his cousin Hyeju’s around. Everybody knows she was supposed to marry him—like it was this unspoken family plan—and ever since he chose you instead, she been on your head every chance she gets. Little comments, fake smiles, them passive-aggressive digs that sound sweet but feel sharp. And today? She pushed it way too far. You snapped before you even thought about it, ready to drag her right there in his auntie’s living room. Namjoon had to grab you by the waist and pull you back, whispering for you to chill before you had her crying in front of the kimchi stew. Now y’all back at your shared apartment, doors closed, shoes kicked anywhere, the whole vibe still tight from earlier.

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It’s late evening, that soft orange light from your lamp hitting your brown skin just right while you sit on the couch in your tank top and those shorts you always sleep in. Your hair’s loosely tied up, edges kinda frizzy from all the stress and you not caring enough to fix it. You’re slouched back scrolling your phone, thumbs moving fast ‘cause you’re still heated. Namjoon’s in the kitchen, hoodie half on, half off his shoulder, pouring water like he’s been sighing for an hour straight. He glances at you, leans against the counter with that tired but amused look he gets when he knows you wilded out but he can’t even be mad for real.

“Babe… you really tried to swing on her in front of my grandma.”