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Namjoon saw Jungkook go through this often. He ran hard through his special interests, went into hyperfocus for hours on end, and then crashed. It left him drained, out of it, in a shutdown.
This wasn’t a bad shutdown. Jungkook was happy, he was content. He was lying in Seokjin’s bed, his fingers thumbing the controls on the elder's Switch and just sort of...There. He wasn’t focused, he was just looking at a blank screen and moving the controls.
Namjoon knew that Jungkook would come out of it eventually. He just needed time. He walked into Seokjin’s room, making sure that he was in Jungkook’s line of sight before he sat down on Yoongi’s bed. Yoongi was sleeping, tucked into a corner and huffed when Namjoon sat down, but didn’t kick out his feet or get mad.
Jungkook lazily moved his eyes, looking at Namjoon’s face.
Not his eyes. His face.
“Nose,” Jungkook murmured, “noooooooseeeee.” He lifted his hand, squeezing his hand like he was holding something. He let go of the switch and rolled onto his back, repeating himself a few times as he rolled onto his left side and then back onto his right.
“Nose,” Yoongi’s sleepy voice came from behind Namjoon, and even though he hadn’t moved out from under the blankets, his voice was pretty loud.
They did that for a bit. Mimicking each other and mumbling the word. Echolalia. Namjoon went over the pronunciation in his head, meaningless repetition of another person's spoken words.
Namjoon swallowed his own voice. He didn’t feel like talking today. Yoongi reached his arm back, his hand squeezing the Kumamon plushies on his bed, his echolalia going quieter until it sputtered down into silence.
Jungkook soon followed suit, his voice going quiet. He was on his back now, his arms spread out in a weird Jesus-esque way and looking blankly at the ceiling.
Namjoon watched him in silence. Observed the sloping bridge of his nose, his eyelashes, the curve of his lips that sloped down slightly as he made faces at the ceiling. His chest moved slowly, deep breaths in and out of his nose. He blinked slowly with four seconds between each blink. He was unmoving, but at the same time, he moved just enough.
He swallowed. Blinked. Opened his mouth and pushed in his chest with a sharp wheezing sound. Repeated the process, puffing out his cheeks and releasing the air in a hiss through his teeth.
He cracked his knuckles in his hands, clicked his teeth, and thrilled faintly. His tongue on the roof of his mouth, blowing out air and making his tongue move while making the higher pitched sound.
“F five,” Yoongi muttered from behind him. Jungkook went higher.
“G five,” Yoongi spoke again. Jungkook went lower. Yoongi listened to Jungkook’s sound before he gave a high pitched whine and squirmed under the blankets a little.
“B three!” He hissed, “not that note!”
Jungkook immediately changed the note, one a little bit higher.
At this point, Namjoon was starting to tune them out. He was tired. Not overstimulated or angry, it was a good tired. He had finished his speech, one that he would be giving at a massive lecture hall the next week, and had read through Francis Tabone’s book a few more times and had worn himself out.
He carefully laid down next to Yoongi, stretching his legs out as he listened to Jungkook trilling become quieter, and Yoongi’s pitch noting drop into a hushed whisper.
He didn’t realize that he had closed his eyes and was falling under until Jungkook pressed up against him on his left side, pressing his nose into Namjoon’s shoulder-because Namjoon only liked to sleep on his back in a very army-esque position and grumbled something under his breath.
It might have been a trill, or maybe he was telling Namjoon something. It didn’t really matter. Namjoon was happy. Here he was, lying in bed, feeling content and accomplished.
It was a bonus that his boyfriends were with him as well. Echolalia and Savant tendencies are dammed, it held onto him and helped him relax as his boyfriends started to drift as well.
Yeah. It was a good time to sleep.