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Namjoon checks the time on his watch and almost wants to laugh. He doesn’t though, doesn’t want to wind up his drunk boyfriend any further than he already was.
It’s four forty-six, almost five, and Jungkook is doing cartwheels.
Let him rephrase that. Drunk Jungkook, on five drinks might he add, is trying his hardest to do a cartwheel in Yoongi’s apartment after being egged on by the rest of the group.
They know how rowdy and determined drunk Jungkook is and they know how he can’t back down from any sort of dare. Too stubborn and too competitive to say no.
It’s impossible to do a cartwheel after five beers, a drunk Jimin had mentioned casually in a conversation and like some damn buzzer, Jungkook shoots up with his hand raised, yelling about how he was so sure he could do it.
Seokjin, being the devil he usually is, tried his hardest to fully provoke Jungkook enough to do a cartwheel with his eyes closed.
So this is where they stand now, a plastered Jungkook doing cartwheels while his eyes are closed and his coordination nowhere near intact.
“Namjoonie- hyung, did you see?” Jungkook yells to Namjoon, who is actually sitting two seats away from him so Jungkook really doesn’t have to yell as if he was in a stadium.
“Yes sweetheart, I saw.” Namjoon is trying his hardest to at least look annoyed but he can’t even bring himself to do that, he’s endeared over his boyfriend simply being the best at everything he tries, even while drunk.
“Are you sure you saw?” Jungkook presses again, stumbling a bit before regaining his balance. He really just wants to show Namjoon his half cartwheel because he wants to be showered in praises.
Namjoon hears Yoongi snicker from beside him and yeah he can definitely agree with him.
“He’s so whipped, even drunk Jungkook seeks for your approval,” Yoongi lets out through a chuckle, his shoulders laughing along with him.
Namjoon pouts, “he doesn’t.”
They both look back to Jungkook telling a story on God knows what but he’s staring directly at Namjoon, needing approval-- wanting to be praised.
Always looking for Namjoon.
He throws a joke into the group but only waits for Namjoon to laugh. Wants to be good. Needs to be good. Always looking for Namjoon.
“Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, Joon,” Yoongi sighs out, amused and too high to say more. They continue watching them talk about what seems to be a game they’ve all played together. They're all laughing and Namjoon can't help but feel it down to his bones.
“It’s almost five,” Namjoon calls out to all of them, he holds out his phone for all of them to see and Jimin catches a look of his lock screen.
“Wow, Joonie, why can’t I be your lock screen? Jungkookie isn’t the only one that can do a kissy face,” Jimin scrunches his lips into a kiss, he looks towards Namjoon. Namjoon definitely doesn’t blush over the fact that his lock screen is a picture he took of Jungkook while they were both in bed and Jungkook had been wearing his shirt.
Namjoon is about to tease back but Jungkook beats him to it.
“No, that’s my--” Jungkook stands up too quick to run over to Namjoon, “my Namjoonie- hyung.”
Namjoon easily holds him up, not really wanting Jungkook to fall over, “easy, baby,” he tells a pouty Jungkook.
Jungkook clings on to him like Namjoon is the only thing holding him up. Jungkook sits on his lap as he sticks his tongue out at Jimin. They go back and forth.
“I forget how drunk Jungkook hates sharing,” Seokjin watches Jungkook with a glint in his eyes. They are all drunk, really, but Namjoon only had one drink since he was the designated babysitter for three people out of their group. Yoongi had gotten his bong out from the closet and had shared it with Taehyung since they didn’t want to drink the night away like the others.
Namjoon decides to ignore that comment, not really knowing how to respond to that but Jungkook’s grip on Namjoon’s neck kind of says it all.
“It’s almost five,” he whispers into Jungkook’s ear as he rubs his back in the process. Jungkook hums, not paying much attention to what Namjoon’s saying but basking away in the touch his boyfriend is providing.
Namjoon stops his petting, “I thought you said you wanted to be home by four-thirty?” He asks the drunk puppy on his lap, a light chuckle threatening to leave his lips.
Jungkook lets out some sort of burp, “I do want to be back by four-thirty, hyung,” he replies, looking around the room but not moving from where he sits. Jungkook doesn’t know it’s way past that already. He wouldn’t be able to check either since Namjoon took his phone away for safety precautions. Last time, Jungkook was making vlogs, drunk vlogs, with Seokjin. It was all a mess and it took Namjoon thirty minutes to take the phone away.
“How about we go home now so we can at least get to bed before five?” Namjoon offers, wanting Jungkook to think it was his idea so they could get home faster.
Jungkook hums, nodding and just clings tighter to Namjoon.
“Okay,” Namjoon begins, eyeing the rest of the group, “Tae-Tae and Jin hyung,” he calls for them to gather their shoes so they can finally take off after a wild rendezvous.
“Yes, mom,” Seokjin mutters out and it makes Taehyung giggle. They both grab their jackets and their belongings before they all beeline towards the front door.
“Bye, hyung. Today was fun,” Namjoon turns to Yoongi so they can say their goodbyes. Yoongi is picking up any remaining trash left in the living room. He hears faint laughing in the other room.
“Are Jimin and Hoseok the only ones sleeping over?” Yoongi asks.
“Yeah, I’m taking these losers home,” he points at the three boys in the back of him, “Tae is staying at Jin’s since we know how cuddly he gets when he’s high,” he finishes, looking over to watch Seokjin hug Taehyung from behind. Namjoon smiles lightly, he loves his friends so much. Affection becoming a norm rather than a stranger in their group.
“Be safe then, please watch out with Jungkook. Anything can set him off at this point,” Yoongi watches Jungkook with amusement swimming through his eyes. Yoongi had gotten some good videos of Jungkook rapping to use for blackmail so all in all, Yoongi enjoyed himself too.
Namjoon looks back at Jungkook and he’s being gently pet by Seokjin as well, Namjoon smiles and nods.
They eventually, and successfully, make it down to the Uber he had ordered for them.
Taehyung and Seokjin aren’t much of a hassle, they’re both too sleepy to cause a ruckus, so they both easily jump inside the car without a word.
Now Jungkook, he’s the one that Namjoon has to persuade in order for him to cooperate and get into the car.
“I’m so sorry,” Namjoon tells the man behind the wheel but the man doesn’t say much, only letting out a grunt in response.
“C’mon, we’re all driving home to sleep. Don’t you want that?”
Jungkook blindly ignores his question. He’s too busy jumping up and down and has his eyes darting all over the place as if he was scanning his surroundings for exits.
“Hyung, I bet I can run all the way home and arrive at the same time you do,” he doesn’t let Namjoon answer before he tries running-- in the wrong direction.
“Woah, woah. Wait up, baby,” Namjoon has to hold his hand out to stop Jungkook from actually leaving and going God knows where.
This is what he gets for having such an athletic boyfriend, he thinks now. Namjoon should have dated a tree instead.
“You don’t think I can do it?” Jungkook asks and it kind of looks like someone just poured water all over him. There’s a frown on his face and Jungkook doesn’t even try fighting how upset he looks.
“Of course I think you can--”
Jungkook springs up again, up and ready to start running again-- in the wrong direction.
“But--” Namjoon holds his hand up again for Jungkook to stop, “but how about we try another time?” Namjoon offers, “when you aren’t so horribly drunk and it’s actually sunny out?” He carefully explains to his energetic boyfriend who can’t seem to take a hint.
Namjoon isn’t annoyed, on the contrary, he’s feeling warm all over. He watches his boyfriend who seems to think he can tackle the whole world at five in the morning and he swoons. He feels the same warmth he’s felt for as long as he can remember settle right at the pit of his stomach.
Namjoon has got it bad, very bad.
“Can we try it tomorrow?” Jungkook stumbles closer to him and Namjoon almost forgets that Jungkook was plastered since his boyfriend doesn’t really slur when he’s drunk.
Drunk Jungkook and sober Jungkook function quite similarly. Both still energetic as ever and the competitive streak still intact, he doesn’t think anything will ever change that. Drunk Jungkook just seems to be clingier, more energetic-- Namjoon has no idea how that’s possible, and he’s way more verbally affectionate. Loves to talk until he's gasping for air. He likes to lists things even as his accent thickens and his stuttering becomes prominent.
Jungkook has always had trouble saying what he really wants to say to those he loves. Sure he loves showing affection, like hugging and cuddling, but talking about his feelings is the one thing he struggles with.
But it’s always been like that, Namjoon thinks back. Jungkook doesn’t like saying I love you first and gets shy when it’s time to write lyrics about their most intimate moments.
Jungkook is reserved when it comes to saying things and when they need to be said. Namjoon is timid when it comes to physical affection and when it needs to be initiated. Namjoon thinks they work well together.
This is why drunk Jungkook also holds a special place in Namjoon’s heart for all the right reasons.
“Let’s go home,” Jungkook hugs Namjoon, “our home,” Jungkook says it like he means it. As if there’s a home that’s been lived in for fifty years and with seven dogs waiting for them when they get back.
Namjoon feels the buzz, the one that never quite left in the first place. Always playing a role in his romantic life even if he’s only been with one person. And that one person being the baby jock he’s currently having to hold up straight in order to prevent him from vomiting all over their shoes.
“Let’s go home,” Namjoon repeats softly, holding on to him as he helps Jungkook climb into the car that’ll take them there.
“Sorry for the wait.”
The car eventually takes off to drop them all off. Namjoon can already see the sunrise peaking slowly from the reflection of the windows they pass by. Red, orange, and pink painting the lower sky a pretty color and Namjoon feels the warmth of his boyfriend radiating off of him.
He’s so happy, he thinks now, so happy.
He’s happy because there’s a lot to be happy about. Yeah, there’s so much swimming through his head and there’s a heavy weight sitting in his stomach but it all seems insignificant as he rides in this car, the wind playing with his hair.
There’s a lot to be happy about so he’s letting himself be happy about it all. Even the smallest things deserve to be felt to the fullest extent.
There’s happiness in the way the colors in the sky don’t really look like colors but like feelings. Red seems like love, painted right beside the warmth of orange and the patience of pink. He looks down and sees happiness right there in the car that’s taking them home. He sees Taehyung draped right across a sleeping Seokjin, they look more like sturdy vines intertwined over a wall after being together for so long. There’s happiness in the magical boy breathing closely to him, the way his mouth hangs open and how he seems to cling on to Namjoon even as his mind is somewhere else. There’s happiness in the apartment they just left, the security and comfort the boys bring him must end at some point-- yet Namjoon doesn’t think it ever will.
It’s overwhelming, how happiness sinks into his bones and plants a giant flag in his heart, but he doesn’t mind it one bit.
Namjoon doesn’t think he knows the precise definition of warmth but this , whatever is filling up his lungs and seeping right up his fingers, it must be this.
Feels like when you eat a piece of candy and you feel the sweetness take over your senses. Sticky fingers and a mouth full of saccharine. Feeling high on the sugar and drunk on the moment. This is it. This is his high, except Namjoon hasn’t had anything sweet and the only high he’s on is on the boy he’s taking home.
They eventually drop Seokjin and Taehyung off, they say their goodbyes and Jungkook almost wants to leave with them too. Namjoon has to grab him and explain that they’re not home yet.
Before they get back, Namjoon finds Jungkook humming a song he doesn’t recognize under his breath.
“What are you humming?”
Jungkook stops and quickly blushes. It takes a moment before he eventually answers, “just something that’s been on repeat in my head,” he says, playing with his fingers.
“I like it. It’s nice, Kookie,” Namjoon means it.
Jungkook doesn’t continue humming but there’s a smile on his face that Namjoon sees as he’s reaching over to help him get off.
“C’mon, let’s go get you ready for bed.”
Namjoon thanks the man one last time before they both head up to their apartment floor.
“Yes, that seems very nice right now.” Jungkook has his eyes closed as they go up the elevator.
Jungkook has no idea how adorable he looks, Namjoon thinks as he watches him. He’s wearing his giant black hoodie and some baggy black pants. His hoodie is covering most of his hair but you can still see his tired doe eyes, holding something akin to that of the milky way-- maybe even bigger than that. Bigger than them, that's for sure.
Namjoon sees a plethora of stars in his eyes and the blaring sun in his smile-- big, so big and bright.
Namjoon really wants a picture of this moment, it’s a tired Jungkook holding himself up as his eyes close every three seconds. He’s trying his hardest to stay awake, squishing both hands into the front pocket of his hoodie. Cute, so cute.
For now, he takes a mental picture. This he’ll keep forever.
The elevator finally dings, letting them know they’ve arrived at their floor and it makes Jungkook jump. Cute thinks Namjoon.
“You coming?” Namjoon asks, he steps out of the elevator and Jungkook follows him like a lost puppy.
Namjoon unlocks the door and Jungkook goes running inside like some damn marathon runner wanting first place. As if he wasn’t just falling asleep in an elevator. Namjoon lightly yelps. That seems to be the third surge of energy on this night alone.
“Hyung, can we play Mario Karts? I want to beat Taehyungie’s high score from last week,” Jungkook searches through the living room, trying to find the Nintendo switch he had been playing with before they left.
Namjoon knows where it is, he does, but he just won’t tell him. He’s a nice boyfriend, a good one, which is why he needs to put a drunk Jungkook to bed before he starts something he won’t be able to finish.
“How about we try that tomorrow, yeah? Let’s start by brushing your teeth and switching to pajamas,” Namjoon pulls him away from the living room and into their bathroom. They struggle a bit, Jungkook stumbling because he’s drunk and Namjoon almost falling on his face, well because he’s Namjoon.
“Hyung, what if we try playing twister? I can get the box from the closet.”
Namjoon prepares their toothbrushes and sets the right amount of toothpaste on them.
“Or what if we start on Valentine’s Day cards for next year? I was thinking about Marvel themed ones for us and cute animal ones for ARMY,”
“Open,” Namjoon says before he stuffs Jungkook’s mouth with a toothbrush, not really ignoring Jungkook but getting stuff done before Jungkook decides to go live in front of millions while tipsy-- again.
Namjoon gives him a smile and Jungkook smiles back, allowing himself to relax as he brushes his teeth. Namjoon tells him to spit when he needs to and when to wash his mouth away. They both get their teeth clean and shiny.
“Hyung, what if we,” he pauses to let out a loud yawn, “what if we make a fort and sleep in it?” Namjoon really wants to melt. Cute, he thinks again.
“You tired?” Namjoon asks, he smiles at his drunk boyfriend because Jungkook always gets tired after running around for hours.
Jungkook shakes his head, he looks pale and his eyebrows are scrunched up. Namjoon definitely knows this look. He’s dealt with it before.
“Hyung, I think I need to throw up,” Jungkook mumbles out, he covers his mouth with one hand and looks up at Namjoon with big eyes.
Namjoon nods at him, understanding, and quickly rushes him to the bathroom again. He makes Jungkook sit on the floor near the toilet bowl so it would be easier for him to throw up.
“Get closer, sweetheart,” Namjoon instructs, gently pushing Jungkook towards the lid of the bowl. Namjoon rubs his back in small circles. Namjoon doesn’t throw up often after drinking, he doesn’t like mixing drinks or doing damn cartwheels, maybe that’s why.
Jungkook, usually, does throw up until nothing comes out and until he can call it a day and sleep his drunk thoughts away with his boyfriend by his side.
Jungkook eventually throws up.
Namjoon is there to quickly lift his hair back, he places a hand on his forehead to stop Jungkook’s bangs from getting in the way.
Jungkook had started growing his hair out and it’s been Namjoon’s favorite thing to witness if he’s being honest. Jungkook loves his long hair, loves playing with it and loves messing with it. Namjoon will find Jungkook wearing small clips and headbands as he walks around the house or as he plays his video games. For the most part, Jungkook loves his hair.
Then there are the days when he’s dancing or exercising and Jungkook hates it. He doesn’t like how it sticks when he sweats or when it gets all over his face. That’s only sometimes, though.
And now there are times like this when his hair is all over his face and you can only see Jungkook’s big eyes peeking from small slits. Namjoon loves his boyfriend’s hair, it’s thick and it’s shiny as he holds it in place. Pretty, pretty, pretty, just like Jungkook, Namjoon thinks.
Jungkook is currently throwing up as Namjoon holds his hair up and whispers sweet things into his ear. Namjoon is sure he can do this forever, he always wants to take care of Jungkook.
“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jungkook whispers through drool and glossy eyes. Namjoon’s heart hurts so well.
“What are you sorry for? You’re not doing anything wrong,” Namjoon reassures him, removing the bangs that had slid onto his face.
“Just for,” he stops to look down at himself, “for all of this,” Jungkook pouts dejectedly. As much as Jungkook hates admitting it, he loves being taken care of by his hyungs.
The teasing comments are only a disguise for what Jungkook really enjoys. At five in the morning, beneath all the sly remarks and sass, sits a timorous Jungkook that would do anything to be cuddled up and taken care of.
“Nothing wrong,” Namjoon whispers, flushing the toilet so it can take everything away. Hoping that all the negative feelings that Jungkook may be feeling, the insecurity and hesitance, are flushed out and gone forever.
“Nothing wrong,” Namjoon whispers again, into his temple before he kisses it, hoping it transfers at least some of the love that seems to be coursing through his veins. Namjoon has got it very bad.
“I think I drank too much wine,” Jungkook looks up at him bashfully. He is done vomiting but he still looks weak so he stays on the floor and doesn’t try to get up.
Namjoon gets a roll of paper and wipes his mouth and nose carefully. He grabs another to wipe his eyes and the unwanted tears clinging to his eyelashes.
“I thought you were drinking beer?”
“I was,” he stops to hiccup, “but then I saw hyung drinking wine so I wanted to try some.”
Namjoon lets out a broken laugh and wants to hide a bit. He remembers Yoongi’s words back at the apartment.
Jungkook is always looking up to you, you know?
“Mixing alcohol, Kookie?” Namjoon shakes his head in fake disappointed and he can’t really act for his life because he starts laughing.
He’s blushing, yes, but he can’t help laugh at his adorable boyfriend that drank so much beer and then switched to wine.
“You’re cute,” Namjoon says matter-of-factly because he simply can’t help it. It makes Jungkook blush red.
“Now, C'mon, we have to take off your makeup,” Namjoon says, helping Jungkook up from the floor.
Jungkook groans and Namjoon just knows he’s sleepy.
“You can’t really complain, you’d kill us both if you found out you slept with your foundation still on.”
Namjoon has learned that through experience with Jungkook and Jimin.
“I’m sleepy, hyung. So sleepy,” Jungkook whines through closed eyes as Namjoon leads him towards the bedroom.
“Wait here,” Namjoon sits him down on the bed, “I’m going to grab the makeup wipes from the drawer.” Namjoon turns to search for the wipes for a couple of seconds but he can clearly hear Jungkook moving around the bed.
When Namjoon turns back to look at Jungkook he freezes.
“Oh hyung,” Jungkook says sexily, or at least that’s what Namjoon thinks he’s trying to go for.
Jungkook is laying on the bed with his legs crossed and he’s trying his hardest to do his bedroom eyes. Namjoon’s heart really wants to explode into a thousand pieces.
“Let’s break a leg,” Jungkook says in English and tries removing his shirt but he can’t because it gets stuck on his head and it’s all so damn cute.
Namjoon watches him for a moment and thinks back-- this is happiness.
“I don’t think the saying works like that, sweetheart,” Namjoon says as he walks closer to help him remove the shirt Jungkook had been struggling with. Jungkook comes back out and his hair is a mess and his mascara is rubbed off.
Pretty, thinks Namjoon.
“But we want sexy time, don’t we?” Jungkook asks pitifully, not giving up-- trying his best. He tries unbuttoning his jeans but he’s struggling. Namjoon giggles at his boyfriend’s bad coordination. He’s so drunk and not good at doing this. Namjoon sets the wipes on the bed.
“Usually yes, we do love sexy time but you’re drunk,” Namjoon explains but still helps him slip off his jeans and slip on some sweatpants. He doesn’t know when Jungkook took off his shoes but doesn’t fret about it.
“For now, how about we take off your makeup?” Namjoon offers nicely and Jungkook is pouting but still nods.
Namjoon quickly retrieves the wipes again and kneels down in front of a tired Jungkook who seems to want to do anything but this. Namjoon smiles softly, cute.
“Namjoonie- hyung, what if we have a sleepover at Seokjin- hyung’s house?” Jungkook starts again and it makes Namjoon break out into laughter.
Jungkook is tired but he doesn’t want to sleep, not yet. Drunk Jungkook just wants to do everything and anything he can possibly think of.
“I don’t think we can baby, he’s sleeping.”
Jungkook lets it go rather quickly, jumping into another idea.
“I bet I can juggle four apples with my eyes closed, hyung,” Jungkook says as Namjoon wipes at his eyes, removing the small amount of eyeshadow Jungkook had been wearing.
“Absolutely you can but,” Namjoon is quick to stop any ideas from entering Jungkook’s head, “but you’re tired, Kookie.”
“Not that tired,” Jungkook says through a yawn and Namjoon, a normal human, can only take so much. He kisses Jungkook’s nose and his boyfriend scrunches it as he smiles.
“You’re not tired?” Namjoon goes for the other eye, removing any excess dark colors off.
“Nope, not at all. I can probably plank on the kitchen table,” Jungkook says confidently as Namjoon rubs at his cheeks lightly.
Namjoon doesn’t usually take off Jungkook’s makeup. He usually just watches Jungkook put a minimal amount every time they go out and even to practice around the house. Namjoon can admit he could probably watch Jungkook put on makeup for hours.
He watches Jungkook put on some eyeshadow, light foundation, mascara, and finish the look with a reddish lipstick that already looks similar to his lip color. He always looks beautiful, so beautiful, Namjoon thinks.
Namjoon doesn’t wear makeup often, at least when he doesn’t have to. He wears it whenever they go out and perform or when they have a red carpet to attend. Namjoon does enjoy it though, he likes how pretty it makes him feel but he doesn’t think he can wear a full face when he’s out hiking up a mountain searching for trees.
Jungkook, though, he absolutely loves it. Always watching makeup tutorials with Taehyung and Jimin.
He wipes Jungkook’s face slowly, admiring his boyfriend’s face and how soothing it is. Jungkook looks pretty, Namjoon thinks. With or without makeup, Jungkook just looks so pretty.
Namjoon thinks about his big doe eyes taking over most of his face. He thinks about puppies with giant paws and how they later grow into their paws as they grow bigger-- he can’t help but think of fifteen year old Jungkook staring at him with big eyes. He thinks about his bit nose and his shiny teeth, he’s lucky. He feels on top of the world as he looks at this boy. He hopes this feeling never disappears.
Namjoon wipes at Jungkook’s lips, removing the pigment they held. Namjoon smiles at his boyfriend’s pink lips. He then switches to the moisturizer Jungkook keeps on his shelf, he opens it and spreads a good amount on Jungkook’s face.
He knows Jungkook has a long nighttime skincare routine but Namjoon can’t seem to remember what it is. Instead, he focuses on the baby lotion that Jungkook was so stubborn about buying that one time. He places the cream gently on his cheekbone and under his eyes.
He’s too busy caught up in the moment that he doesn’t realize Jungkook had opened his eyes to look at him.
“I love you,” Jungkook blurts out without thinking. He’s staring at Namjoon with big eyes and a bare face. It makes Namjoon blush, he isn’t used to Jungkook saying I love you first, not used to Jungkook really saying what he’s really feeling.
“Yeah?” Namjoon is smiling so fondly and he’s sure Jungkook can see it-- his love laid bare and open for anyone to see
Jungkook nods with force, “I really love you, hyung.” He seems confident and sure about this.
With the look on Jungkook’s face and the twinkle in his eyes, Namjoon believes him.
“I really love you, too,” Namjoon says and he really hopes Jungkook believes him too.
“I’m not good with words but drunk me sort of is,” Jungkook starts shyly and Namjoon just listens, always listening, never ignoring.
“Hyung takes care of me and he watches over me. I love Namjoonie- hyung with everything in me.” He says and Namjoon wants to hide his face. He’s shy and he’s so in love, he can’t help it.
“Hyung removes my makeup when I can’t and hyung holds my hair up when I vomit,” Jungkook goes to grab Namjoon’s hand.
“Hyung is sweet and pretty,” Jungkook switches to English, he sounds hesitant but he wants Namjoon to know how much he really means to him.
Namjoon really wants to cry, wanting to record this so he can keep it forever. So when the Earth collapses on itself and things fade away like they’re meant to, this memory is the only thing that is kept to provide warmth and serenity.
“I want,” he pauses, “forever,” he says hesitantly, again, in English. Namjoon nods encouragingly so Jungkook continues, “I want forever with hyung.”
“Forever, wow,” Namjoon whispers, he acts surprised but doesn’t look away from Jungkook. He smiles.
“My happiness started when I first saw Joonie- hyung,” Jungkook is tipsy and his words mean too much to Namjoon.
“I’m happy, hyung, so happy,” Jungkook says through a smile and he’s staring at Namjoon with a look in his eyes. Like if Namjoon hung the moon and all the stars just so they could shine brighter in moments like this. Namjoon wants to write about that look alone.
“So be happy. I’m here,” Namjoon replies, nodding his head and meaning his words. He’ll always be here for Jungkook.
Jungkook closes his eyes and lays back on his pillow, he smiles so contentedly. This is happiness.
“I love Namjoon- hyung,” Jungkook whispers to himself but Namjoon can still hear him.
Jungkook doesn’t talk after that and Namjoon thinks he may be asleep.
“Hyung?” Jungkook has his eyes closed and he’s on the verge of falling asleep.
“Yes, baby?”
“Do you think we can do a vlive right now?” Jungkook asks through a small voice. He’s drunk, he’s tired, and doesn’t want to sleep yet but he can’t seem to keep his eyes open anymore.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” Namjoon whispers out and it makes Jungkook smile.
No one reaches for their phone, too busy tangled up in bed as the moon sings them to sleep.