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Tiny hands
Tiny body
Cute
Adorable
Giggles
Pink hair
Namjoon knows he has a bit of an obsession. Nobody can blame him though. Jimin is everything cute and sweet under the sun and more. He’s made of glitter, sugar, peaches, cotton and a dash of spice.
“Namjoon! I’m talking to you man.”
“Sorry, sorry.”
He focuses on Hoseok, who’s telling him again the formation they’ll be making, the steps he needs to follow. Jimin is play fighting with Jungkook just behind him, soft pinkish hair already styled, moving with light steps around him, like he’s dancing.
Jimin is always dancing. He moves fluidly, like he’s a spirit of the woods, of water, of nature.
Suddenly, said man looks at Namjoon. He flushes bright red, looks at the side.
Jimin giggles, moving closer, making Namjoon his next target.
“RM hyung…” his voice, coming out of his pretty mouth, with that lip-tint that suits him so well.
“Yes?”
“Are you excited for tonight?”
“I am. Very.”
“Do you like my hair?”
“I do, it looks good on you.”
“My make up?” Namjoon swallows, Jimin’s eyes get a bit narrow, hyper focused.
“I do, very...nice.” Jimin giggles.
“Just nice, hyung?”
“Very...uhm, pretty.”
“Aw, thank you so much hyung!” he moves away, leaving Namjoon with a warm side hug, gaping at nothing.
Perhaps he’s got a bit of a man-crush, it’s fine.
It’s not fine.
Not fine at all.
Jimin has tiny hands, tiny fingers, fingers that wrap around his hand, his wrist, and tug.
“Hyung!”
“Yes?”
Namjoon’s eyes automatically follow Jimin, wherever he goes, wherever he wants Namjoon to look, or to follow, he does.
“What should I say?”
His silver earrings shine in the lights, he smiles, eyes almost closed, cheeks pushed up.
“What you rehearsed its fine.”
“Okay.”
They talk about ‘Promise’ in the car, Jimin puts his finger with Namjoon’s own, and he inevitably smiles like an idiot. He can already see the screenshots, the memes, and all would be real.
Namjoon loves Jimin so damn much, that’s the thing.
He loves Jimin as he is in front of the cameras, as he is when the cameras are off. He loves Jimin dancing hard, practising, singing, putting on a show. He loves Jimin when he’s emotional, when he’s honest, when he’s there, being a good friend to him.
Namjoon doesn’t rely on him much, but is nice enough to know he could. And Jimin would help him stay on his feet, like he helps with choreography sometimes.
Namjoon turns his face, trying not to be so obvious. He starts laughing like an idiot, hoping that part will get cut in the edition of the video. He starts talking about life, focusing on something else, Jimin gives him a side glance, he knows there’s more to that.
They toe the line, Namjoon can admit to that. He can admit to letting his eyes stay too long on Jimin’s body, on watching him lay on the floor, shapely legs spread, then turn around, leaving Namjoon gasping for air.
“You’re drooling, Namjoon-ah.” Yoongi says to him, with a pointed look.
“I’m not-”
“Can you guys like...get together already? So he stops doing all of that ?” he makes a gesture with his head, Namjoon looks, and finds Jimin giggling on the floor, his body shakes, so his backside kind of shakes too. “That’s unnatural, nobody moves like that.” he snorts, passing by.
Namjoon just looks, a bit starstruck. There’s so many things he needs to do, but his mind is blanking, in the verge of starting to make up scenarios of a heated moment with his group mate, and coming back to the rehearsal that should be taking place.
“Let’s start all over!”
Jimin jumps up, he stretches down, back to Namjoon, and he chokes on his saliva. Those sweatpants stretch around him, and he’s so sexy that the leader might as well drop to his knees and propose, that’s how intensely he feels in that moment.
“Namjoon! Positions!”
That breaks him out of his daze, walking on wobbly legs to his spot.
Jimin giggles, obviously aware of the effect he has on poor Namjoon.
And he corners Namjoon the very next day.
“Hyung, are you mad at me?”
“What? Why?”
“Yesterday…”
“I was nervous.”
Jimin hums, he still doesn’t move from where he’s standing, in front of Namjoon, cocked head, an inquisitive look. Jimin is a great liar, and he knows when people lie to him. He’s far from the naive little thing their fans believe him to be. He’s sharp, he’s smart, and he’s ruthless. When he wants something, nothing stands in his way.
“Hyung, don’t lie to me.”
He moves closer, Namjoon instinctevely moves back, his back predictably touching the wall. No place to run.
“I’m not.”
He looks down, Jimin looks up, with his eyes without contact lenses, not a trace of makeup on, but still so damn pretty.
Namjoon is a bisexual man, he can only take so much. Jimin is already a threat to his life, and him being so close, so intensely focused on himself, is a bit more than what he can handle.
Because they’ve been moving towards this moment for a while, some days getting close, too close, pulling apart in the right second, before doing more than what they can handle.
“Do I look pretty now?” he says, fully leaning on Namjoon’s chest.
“Yes. You always do.”
“Hyung...am I annoying for you?” and that has the older man clueless.
“Never. Why?”
“I know I’m an attention seeker, but sometimes...I just want your eyes on me. Is that bad?”
He asks, in an innocent voice, but Namjoon knows him, and Jimin is counting on that.
“You have my eyes on you, constantly.” he says, feeling a tad more confident. Jimin smirks a bit, his lips are so plump, so kissable, he even passes his tongue over them, as if getting ready.
“I don’t know about that…I have the eyes of the world on me. Yours? Aren’t they looking somewhere else?”
“I promise, they’re not.”
“Perhaps...we should do a pinky promise?”
“What will you promise me?”
“You always look at me, and I...always look back at you?”
“Sounds nice.”
They join pinkies again, Jimin surges up.
“Seal it with a kiss?”
“Pinky promises don’t...need that part.”
“But ours do.”
Namjoon blinks several times. Jimin groans and grasps his neck, pulling him down, crashing their lips together.
They’re soft, plump, insistent. Jimin kisses as he behaves in daily life, demanding, commanding the attention to him and him only, Namjoon finds his waist to put his hands, answers the kiss as good as he can, because he’s dizzy, the heat of Jimin’s small hand on his neck, the strength of the pull.
“It’s sealed, then.”
Jimin’s eyes hold a different kind of promise in them. His strong grasp on Namjoon’s arms, guiding him exactly where he wants to be, confirm it.