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fingers drift through his hair as rain falls gently against the rooftop as fingers on a piano, lullabies that pull him into a state of mind that is far soothing. he welcomes it with a content sigh and then soft, muffled laughter reminds him of the fingers. his hair. mmm. . . "you need to eat, minnie," are the words he hears, but it's as though they're from a different planet, somehow reaching his ears. the cushion next to him dips and he rolls automatically, arms and legs wrapping around the other's body and a chuckle, breathless and sweet tickles his heart. "come on, you eat and then you can sleep all you want until—" the deep voice pauses, and jimin allows himself to fall back into the dreamland of his own making. startled, however, when fingers brush his sides. "until at least 9am tomorrow."
"no," is all he says, voice sounding as though it's been dipped in honey and then left, but dragged along in gravel immediately after.
the fingers return to his hair and jimin nuzzles the chest he lays on, hand coming up to pat the spot next to his head, almost silently thanking the other for allowing him to rest on him comfortably. "taehyungie, just keep playing with my hair, yes? yes, good. thank you." the words fall out of his mouth steadily but saturated in a mumble.
"oh would you rather i go get him?" the voice holds humor. quiet rumbles until jimin is certain there's an earthquake beneath him, laughter louder until he's jostled into a sitting position and blinking somehow both sleepily with too many dashes of sass. which only seems to make his pillow laugh even more.
he scrambles as he feels himself falling but two strong arms lock around him, pulling him in closer and closer and jimin blinks a few more times. his heart stops as he realizes the person he's been crawling all over and nuzzling is not his soulmate, but namjoon. there's another laugh, but this time it's further away and he looks over, nearly snapping his neck in the process. "s'nt funny." jimin mumbles, grabbing a pillow to gently toss at hoseok, who is watching them with that pretty little sparkle in his eye. he winks at jimin before pushing himself up and exiting, leaving the two of them alone.
"sorry, hyung, i—" but his voice loses itself as namjoon's hand comes up to frame the side of his face, thumb brushing over the bridge of his nose. um?? he thinks, leaning into the other's touch. his heart flutters like feathers of wings against his ribcage.
"i don't mind, jimin-ah. i didn't want to wake you, but hoseokie sent me and i failed. so he tried, as well, and you were sleeping so soundly. we thought about getting tae tae, but he's out with jeonggukie. so i thought i'd try again."
jimin hums in reply, showing he's alert and paying attention to the explanation that isn't needed. but he'll listen. he will always listen when kim namjoon speaks.
"—but you stirred a bit and then i felt bad, so i thought petting your hair would help." namjoon has not noticed jimin malfunctioning. good, good, it means he's still got it. whatever it may be. he's got it, that's for sure. hiding his feelings has become so easy, too easy. or the twinkle in hobi hyung's eyes might mean perhaps he doesn't have it at all.
oh well, he can pretend.
he allows his hyung to finish his long explanation. it's cute. endearing. jimin wants to kiss his face off, sure, but it's nice. that is, until he takes notice of the fact he's half way into his lap and namjoon's thumb is still brushing over the bridge of his nose and why does he like that so much? and his hyung is still going, and his voice is so soothing and yeah, he said he would always listen to when kim namjoon speaks but does he really need to know every dish yoongi and jin hyung have prepared? he doesn't think about what he's doing when he leans in, lips pressing to namjoon's softly, stealing away his stream of words and replacing it with a gentle moan that makes jimin far too weak for his liking.
the other hand joins, palm cupping his cheek and jimin leans into him, the kiss deepening as tongues meet and it's a moment too late that he comes back down to earth. he pulls away and is out of namjoon's lap in the next breath as his hand goes to his chest, eyes widening as he looks at his hyung.
lips part to apologize but his mouth is too slow, still aching and craving for the thing he pulled away from. eyes dart to him, namjoon's hands still in the air, as if still holding his face sweetly as they kissed as if it had been happening every day for so long, despite being brand new. he looks confused, but not angry. not disgusted. not shocked, even. maybe hurt. he looks hurt. no he definitely looks hurt.
jimin moves back over slowly, sinking down onto his knees in front of him as his hands go to namjoon's knees. "i. . ." he stops though as he's scooped up and he's once again back in his leader's space. but more now. more than he had been moments ago and arms lock around his waist, but he wasn't falling this time. or maybe he was. maybe namjoon's known all along. how embarrassing.
"i had hoped," namjoon admits, answering words he didn't speak out loud. and then there's a grin on his lips and those dimples and god, he's so beautiful. jimin has never seen anyone more beautiful than the man before him. "and it's not embarrassing. i don't think it is."
he ducks his head, hiding it away in the other's shoulder as he forces himself to take a deep breath, "great, now i'm talking out loud to myself without realizing it."
a gentle hand rubs his back, that soft and deep laugh in his ears. "i think we've all picked up the habit from taehyungie." the words playful and loving, warmth spreads through out his entire being. "plus you just woke up, so there's that."
"don't tease me." jimin doesn't pout. he arranges his features into something that he hopes isn't horrified and pulls back to look at him, picking up all the courage he has. "well then, what about you?"
"what about me, darling?" the words come from namjoon's lips as though he's been calling him darling every day in his life, in this setting, for many years but again, this is brand new. uncharted territory. a dance that jimin feels he's practiced forever and never yet felt it was right. until now.
the hand comes back to rest upon his cheek as his lips part to speak his reply. he pauses for a moment, finding warmth once again and he leans into it. "how do you feel about me?" the words come out hushed and his eyes close as lips press against his once more, delicate tone of words expressed — i've been falling, too.
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BONUS.
jeongguk leads the way, fingers laced within his love's. they're giggly, a night dancing and drinking, falling in love as if they haven't many times over thus far. "i'm starving," his boyfriend pouts, causing him to laugh fondly. "come on baby, we'll find you something." he says, walking into the kitchen where he pauses, finding his hyung's in there playing a card game, looking exhausted.
"isn't it past your bedtime?" taehyung leans around him, arms hugging him from behind now. both hugging the maknae and leaning on him for support. he giggles at his own joke, causing the others to laugh harder.
"we can't leave the kitchen." yoongi informs them, shaking his head, putting a card down as hobi looks between his boyfriends, as he's been long out for this round. jin looks positively glowing which means this round isn't going to end as soon as he'd like.
"why not?" jeongguk asks, leading tae to a chair beside hoseok, smiling when the elder wraps an arm around him to hug him. "sunshine, what are we playing?" taehyung inquires, his own long arms enveloping his hyung. jk moves away, smile widening as he pulls out food to make for them both, then pauses. "do any of you want anything?" he asks, but yoongi and seokjin immediately wave their arms and shake their heads. he huffs playfully before looking toward hobi who just shakes his head, smiling as he listens to whatever story tae is telling him.
there's a few cards slapped down and then cheering, seokjin may have looked exhausted but his competitive side is wide awake as his arms go in the air, dancing in his chair. yoongi collects the cards, shuffling them as jin continues to celebrate. up on his feet now as he dances to the maknae, who stops in his food prep to dance along with. "because jimin and namjoon are making out on the couch and i think i heard a moan so i refuse to interrupt." he finally explains, smiling as he pulls the youngest into a hug, patting his hair down. the younger melts into him before the words register in his mind. buffering. . .
"WHAT?!" sounds not only from him, but the male in hoseok's arms as well. they're shushed and gently jeongguk pulls away from his hyung and tae's not far behind him as he all but runs to the connecting door from kitchen to living room. they lean around just in time to see a shirt slipped from jimin's body, causing the two youngest to squeal with laughter, pushing each other gently in excitement but into the room, causing the older three to groan.
"get it, get it." taehyung starts, giggles happy in the air around them as jeongguk dances around the room, smacking the air playfully as jimin let's out a soft string of profanities. yoongi, jin and hoseok all breeze through the room, avoiding eye contact but waving. hobi shakes his head at the babies, fond as his hand slips into jin's, who slips his arm around yoongi's waist and then they're out of sight.
taehyung has fallen onto the ground, making invisible angels. namjoon watches through his fingers, head tilted back, hand over eyes, his other arm still around jimin's waist. jeongguk joins the other on the floor as they roll around, laughter causing tears to fall down their cheeks as jimin puts his shirt back on. he kisses namjoon lovingly before leaving his lap to tackle the two, causing them to squeal in playful disgust.
"no bro, go take all that back to namjoonie hyungie," jeongguk teases, taehyung joining in and it goes on for a few minutes, the three teasing and picking on each other, happy and soft, all the love they have for each other before jimin smacks them both on their butts before getting up and holding his hand out to namjoon, who had been watching with pure tender affection and love for his members. he takes jimin's hand, lifting himself up and allowing himself to be led away from the soothing laughter and into jimin's room, and into his arms, trying to memorize this moment and the happiness that lays home inside his chest.
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