he’s moni and you’re mini.

minimoni.

even people outside of the kpop fanbase were convinced that you two were a couple. the videos, the photos, the proof, it almost seemed real. but no, it was just a very close friendship of more than ten years.

people would scrape anything off the platform to find any new minimoni content since it’s been a while since it was just you two.

then a live was made. the tension in the air was as thick as jk rowling’s books. it could be smelled even from the screen. minimoni was officially back.

few days later, you brought namjoon as an extra one for the christian dior show, having lots of fun and interesting talks with each other.

namjoon just got out of the hotel gym since he could never skip leg and arm day obviously and this man was sweating more than usual, it was probably intense workouts that he’d do once a week or so. he entered the hotel room you two shared, getting in the shower and turning that heater off. he needed a moment to cool off and to lock back into reality.

once he got out of the shower he spotted you, jimin, getting touched up by some makeup stylists. right, dinner was in thirty minutes and he just got out of the shower, not even dressed at least.

“excusé moi.” namjoon murmured a french sentence, heading to the other room to get changed, putting on a black see thru cardigan and a pair of deep blue loose-fitting jeans that he bought from a japanese vintage store, having dark red japanese words designed on his back pockets of the jeans.