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Namjoon wakes up to a cold back. Not his entire back, just two very long foot-shaped portions. It takes his brain a moment to put 2 and 2 together, his mouth curving into a fond smile. He breathes in deep and feels the feet go up with his back.
"Morning," Yoongi's voice is gruff from sleep but it still has its usual sharpness. Namjoon may not be facing him, but he can see his smug expression nevertheless.
"Good morning," he says into the pillow, half his words absorbed by the cotton. He squirms a little to see if Yoongi will let him go easy. He doesn't. His feet stay strong in their place and after a moment's consideration, he moves them to Joon's sides, the cold even more intense now. He tries to move away but there's no escape from Yoongi's attacks. A yelp escapes him as Yoongi pinches at his side with his toes.
"Ah hyung," Namjoon whines, “cold!” and “stop” but it does nothing to against Yoongi's onslaught. Icy toes tickle Namjoon's sides and he has no defence. When Joon finally decides he's had enough, he holds Yoongi by the ankles and throws his feet off his back, turning to face him. His eyes find the love of his life with crinkly eyes, a smile so smug it looks like he conned the world bank. This conman had to face the consequences of his actions.
In two big wiggles, Namjoon closes the gap between them and encloses Yoongi in a tight hug (a strait-jacket for the criminal) putting his legs over Yoongi's so he's effectively trapped. Yoongi tries to squirm out of it but all he ends up doing is huffing and puffing cutely. Namjoon places a peck on his forehead and his brows furrow. Somehow, Yoongi manages to cross his arms, feigning anger.
"Good morning," Namjoon says again, smiling at Yoongi. He gets a grumpy morning in reply. He moves his legs from above Yoongi's and presses a kiss to his nose. Yoongi immediately moves his freezing feet to rest between Joon's warm calves and he smiles back at him. Peace is once again restored in the world. Yoongi angles his head upwards and Namjoon meets him halfway in a kiss. Minutes turn into hours and they spend their entire morning in their cocoon, falling in and out of sleep, trading kisses and half asleep confessions of love, and Namjoon sighs when Yoongi presses his evercold feet into every inch of exposed skin he can find.
He's actually hot under the comforter. He likes the cold. But he's never telling Yoongi that.
It's hours into afternoon when Namjoon is fully awake again, the window in their bedroom letting in golden sunlight. His hand moves around in the bed, searching for Yoongi but to no avail. He lifts his head to scan the room and it falls back into the pillow. No Yoongi. He throws off the comforter and stands up. And then immediately regrets everything as his body takes a screenshot and he falls back down on the bed. He grunts, takes a few seconds to take in the way the afternoon sunlight floods the room and makes the wooden furniture brighter, then gets up (slower this time) and waddles off to find Yoongi.
He doesn't have to look far. Yoongi's in the kitchen, leaning over a pan with a mug in his hand. Namjoon wants some.
Yoongi looks up from the pan to see Namjoon standing outside their bedroom in his koya pajamas. His hair is sticking out in every direction, looking like a kindergartener drew it (it's very cute and Yoongi wishes you could see it but alas, you aren't Namjoon's husband). Yoongi turns his attention back to the egg in his pan, adding a little butter and listening to the sizzle.
In the meanwhile, Namjoon has crossed the vast expanse that is their living room and reached the kitchen with his sleepy steps. Yoongi feels Namjoon's warmth (the man runs hotter than an oven) engulf him as arms loop around his waist. Namjoon's chin fits right into the crook of his neck. It almost looks like phagocytosis, just, you know, more romantic. Also Namjoon won't digest him.
"Give me some," he says as he angles his head towards the mug. Yoongi brings the mug to Joon's lips and lets him have a sip. Then he finishes his coffee so that Namjoon can't steal anymore of it. He wants to put his mug in the sink but Namjoon won't let him go. So he stays in his lover's arms as the egg finishes cooking and he toasts some bread on the pan. Joon starts leaving tiny pecks on his neck as he fries the second egg. The pecks turn to open mouthed kisses and Yoongi tilts his head to give him easier access. Warm hands slip under his T-shirt and caress his sides. Yoongi eventually turns around, the egg forgotten as he leans against the counter, crowded up by Namjoon. Their kisses are lazy and sweet, lips slotting together by memory, the way they fit together ingrained in them by 9 years of marriage. Yoongi's arms loop around Joon's neck and Namjoon pulls him closer by the waist. He threads his fingers through Namjoon's bed hair, untangling and tangling the light brown strands. He sighs when Namjoon kisses that place behind his ear.
"The egg." Yoongi says, urgent but soft.
"What ?" Namjoon moves his head back and looks at Yoongi confused.
Yoongi spins in his arms, facing the pan and quickly taking off a very crispy egg with brown edges. Namjoon slumps against his back.
They have a nice breakfast. They talk about going grocery shopping and watching a movie at night, deciding to stay in for their off day. Namjoon cuts off the crust of Yoongi's egg without being told to and Yoongi smiles. Yoongi takes the bread crust Joon cut off and dips it into his egg yolks. This is it. This is domestic bliss.
"Hyung," Namjoon says as he hands Yoongi a box. It sounded more like a statement than a question to Yoongi, so he just took the box from him and put it in the basket without looking at it. When Namjoon hovers for a while, he realises the hyung was a question. He looks back at the box in the basket and it's... hair dye.
"Yah, are you sure you want this ?" He turns the box over in his hand, making sure he's not missing something.
"Yeah I've wanted to dye my hair for a while... do you think this will look good ?" Namjoon sounds the slightest bit nervous.
Yoongi looks at the box. It reads Blueberry Bliss. He looks at Namjoon and imagines a muted blue (A/N: smth like #3f778a ) where there's hazelnut chaos. He puts the box back into the basket wordlessly. Namjoon smiles (with his dimples yes) and goes off to look for popcorn. Yoongi likes the image of blue Joon.
If you asked Yoongi what he has gained from 9 years of being marriage, he would tell you it definitely isn't the ability to keep himself from staring at a freshly showered, shirtless Kim Namjoon. To be fair, no one could. He's… huge. Zeus was a loser. The romans should've seen Namjoon with his gigantic arms and enormous shoulders and massive... honkers.
Point is, juvenile as it seems, Min Yoongi thirsting over some a man’s chest (said man also being his husband for almost a decade) was an occurrence he couldn’t control. You can't really look at Namjoon’s bare chest and not want to bury your face into it (Yoongi knows it's a fact, only difference is he actually can and you can only dream)
He's snapped out of his reverie by Namjoon calling his name. He put a little push behind it, like he was saying it for the third time. Yoongi blinks and looks up at Namjoon.
“Are you doing anything right now? I was hoping you could help me dye my hair now. It’s still wet so…”
“Oh do you need help with that? I thought it was pretty easy?”
“It is… but I just think it would be fun”
Yoongi hmms, getting up on his knees on the bed so he’s face to face with Namjoon who’s standing at the edge of the bed. He pulls him a little closer, resting his head on his shoulder and breathing in the smell of his vanilla body wash.
“Let’s go.” He says into his shoulder.
Namjoon ends up carrying Yoongi into the bathroom, Yoongi having the time of his life as his head spins at the thought of Namjoon’s arms flexing while he did it. Ok maybe he has a strength kink but that’s not the point here. Namjoon also brings in a chair from the living room and sets it in their bathroom facing the mirror. He sits down and hands Yoongi the box of dye.
He empties out the box on the counter and picks up the instructions first. He reads exactly 3 sentences before he decides it can’t be that hard. So he throws it off to some corner of the room. And then he looks at the 3 separate bottles that came out of the box and goes to find the instructions again because he doesn’t want to fuck up Joon’s hair.
It’s pretty easy once he learns that one is conditioner for later and the remaining two just have to mixed together and poured onto the hair. He considers going in without gloves, imagines his hands being blue for weeks and decides against it. Then he’s shaking the colour and the thing in the squeezy bottle and pouring it onto Namjoon’s head, massaging the liquid into his hair well.
“Feel’s good.”
“Don’t fall asleep. I can’t carry you back.”
Namjoon laughs, trying to move his head the least possible.
“Do you want me to dye your hair sometime?”
He’s silent for a minute, considering it.
“What colour?”
“I don’t know… what haven’t you done yet?”
He goes through the colours in his head – red, orange, mint, brown, blonde, blue, grey… he even went pink.
“Hyung what if you went purple like Kook?”
“mhm,”
“Whyyy it’ll look good I swear.”
“Nope.”
“What if it was very light? Like a lavender?”
“Maybe.”
The next few moments are silent, the conversation dying down as Namjoon gets comfier and Yoongi makes sure there’s no patches. The quiet is nice too. It’s not awkward. The need to fill the silence with words isn’t there. A comfortable silence. Yoongi loves that about them. They can enjoy each other’s company like this too.
When he’s almost done, Yoongi feels like he hasn’t been able to reach the front of his head properly. He moves to Joon’s side, and then the other, but it still feels like a weird stretch. Then big warm hands wrap around his waist and Namjoon pulls him onto his lap. Yoongi’s eyes go a bit wide, the surprise evident on his face. Namjoon places a small peck on his nose and Yoongi melts. He smiles, pushing his face closer and closing his eyes, asking for more. Namjoon peppers him in kisses, on his eyelids, his forehead, his cheeks, and finally his lips.
What start off as sweet chaste kisses eventually turn sloppy. They get more urgent, Yoongi’s gloved hands pulling on Namjoon’s dye-covered hair as he sucks on his bottom lip. He giggles “tickles” when Namjoon runs his tongue across the roof of his mouth. Yoongi almost forgets about the dye on his hands when he moves one hand to hold Namjoon by the back of his neck. He pulls away, Namjoon following him back a little, reluctant to separate. He quickly takes off the gloves and his hands are back on Namjoon. He’s swooped back into kisses as his hands rest on Namjoon’s chest. Admiring. They travel along the vast expanse, feeling firm muscle, following the ridges of his abdomen in reverence before coming back to rest on their initial location.
Yoongi was just about to hook his fingers under the waistband of Namjoon’s shorts when-
“Wait isn’t that...”
Yoongi’s head turns to the direction it’s coming from. He looks around and finally realises that the sound was coming from his phone. He leans over and picks it up from the counter, still sitting in Namjoon’s lap.
Seokjin
5:03pm
Do you still have Rhydon’s number ?
Me
5:04pm
Rhydon deez nuts
Seokjin
5:04pm
Oh come on
:(
He puts his phone back on the counter and turns back to Namjoon who’s looking back at him expectantly.
“It was Jin hyung.”
“What’d he say?”
“Eh nothing really, he must’ve changed my notif tone to that the last time they came over. Him and Hoba were saying something about it but I wasn’t paying attention.”
“It’s cute. Suits you.”
“Do you know the sound?”
“Yeah it’s that cat tiktok sound.”
And then Namjoon starts to sing Kore nani and leans in to kiss Yoongi but he puts a hand on his chest to stop him.
“Ok you just killed the mood.”
“What?! Hyung no, wait-“
But Yoongi’s already getting up and turning around, sitting back on Namjoon’s lap but with his back towards him. He gets his phone and opens tiktok.
Namjoon’s arms wrap around Yoongi’s waist and he fits his head into the crook of Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi tilts his head the slightest bit so that he doesn’t get dye on his hair. Namjoon takes it as an opening, kissing his neck and trying to get Yoongi back on track.
“The song’s cute hyung.”
“Yeah ok.”
“Hyunggg.”
“Can you let me scroll oh my-” his sentence cuts off with a sigh. He quickly regains his composure though, giving Namjoon a pinch on his forearm.
“Owww”
“Now show me the tiktok.”
“Namjoon don’t.”
“I said don’t.”
“Namjoon! Don’t go near the couch I’m coming.”
“I said don’t go-”
And right at that moment Namjoon’s yelp echoes through the apartment. Yoongi sighs (fondly) and walks into the living room, bowl of popcorn in one hand and his kuromi nail care bag in the other. He gestures towards Namjoon to sit on the other side of the couch and then sits down with the popcorn and bag on his lap.
“The zipper broke off last night remember?”
Namjoon frowns as he rubs at his shin.
“Let me see it.”
It’s nothing much, just a scratch. Yoongi rubs on it for him, the same gesture somehow soothing Namjoon more than when he did it himself.
“I’ll tape it up later so that no one else gets hurt.”
“Did you put butter on them?”
Yoongi nods towards the bowl and Namjoon takes a handful. They’re still hot when he puts them in his mouth so he ends up keeping his mouth opening and facing it towards the ceiling, blowing out air in an attempt to cool the popcorn before chewing.
“This is my favourite kind,” he says around his mouthful.
“Too much salt.”
“And you still eat most of it.”
Yoongi shrugs.
“What colour do u want this time?”
“I don’t like the black anymore.”
Yoongi wiggles his toes, chipped black nails shining back at him.
“I was thinking…”
Namjoon scoots closer, leaning on Yoongi’s shoulder and picking up the remote. Yoongi can see a blur of muted blue out of the corner of his eye.
“… of matching it to your hair.”
Namjoon doesn’t say anything. He opens Netflix and scrolls for a while.
“That’d be super cute hyung,” he says once his mouth is empty.
Yoongi scrunches his nose, a little embarrassed. He’s glad Namjoon can’t see his flush.
The next twenty minutes are spent bickering over what movie to watch, Namjoon choosing one of his 4 favourite Ghibli movies and Yoongi whining about them always watching the same thing. They end up choosing Totoro because Namjoon reminded him of the time he cried for the mom. Yoongi denies it but watches the movie nonetheless.
Yoongi hears his phone ringing faintly. He opens his eyes, the light on the ceiling shining directly at him. He squints as he pats around the sofa looking for his phone. He groans when he can’t find it, lifting his body up as less as possible to scan the floor. He finds it in arms reach, picking it up and falling back onto the couch with the call received and phone held to his ear.
“Yoongi hyung we need your help,” he hears Hoseok say in slight panic. Yoongi’s eyes fall on Namjoon who is sleeping sitting upright with his head thrown back onto the couch and his mouth open. He’s snoring but not too loudly. Yet. He hmms into the phone.
His eyes follow Namjoon’s arms to his hands where he’s still lightly holding onto the nail polish brush. Yoongi holds the phone between his shoulder and his ear, using his now free hands to close the small bottle and put it back into its bag. He looks fondly at the one nail Namjoon fell asleep before painting as he hears Jungkook go “I even searched my old phone it’s not there!” in the back.
“Jin hyung asked me and Jungkook both about this one person’s phone number but we can’t find it anywhere. He said it’s important.”
Namjoon gives out a particularly loud snore, as if he can sense what’s coming.
“Do you know a Rhydon?”