"you were right, they really are oblivious idiots."
jungkook looks down in shame. "my step-dad's allergic to dogs..."
namjoon steps forward and places a comforting hand on jk's shoulder. "it's okay, it's not his fault. I don't blame him. Just an unfortunate situation and a
yoongi scoffs fondly. "only you could get turned into a dog for years and call it an 'unfortunate situation'."
"well..." jungkook turns an even more delicate shade of red.
yoongi takes a deep breath, soaking that all in.
seokjin takes an indignant step forward. "and so what, you
jungkook flinches but namjoon steps in before he can apologize. "of course not. he didn't change me back, he can't. and he had no
namjoon levels a pleading stare at seokjin who nods, scolded. "sorry. but then how did you change back?"
namjoon nods back at jungkook, who timidly explains. "to undo normal, intentional magic, there's usually a counter-spell or a
seokjin clears his throat awkwardly. "I see."
yoongi and seokjin both flush, but they don't deny it.
"oh..." yoongi breathes out. he turns to namjoon. "so... you like us too?"
jungkook shrugs, sheepish. "you were complaining about how after all of this, they still weren't together, and that on top of that you'd fallen for them too, and amidst all the self-pitying and angst, i managed to
namjoon turns to look at yoongi and seokjin. "but i--you guys really--what does--"
"yes," yoongi cuts him off.
"but... you two seemed so awkward with each other, i thought for sure..."
"because we didn't know how to move forward without you," yoongi says.
"oh. huh."
"but you... do like us, right?" seokjin asks.
"sorry, but i want to hear it from you."
"yeah. a..." namjoon clears his throat. "a lot."
yoongi silently takes seokjin's hand, then reaches across the threshold to their apartment and grab's namjoon's.
"then get in here," yoongi says, shy smile speaking volumes, and tugs on both hands in his.