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Namjoon lets Jimin inside his room as soon as he finishes drying his hair. He has a towel around his neck when he sits on the chair in front of the desk and turns on his laptop. When he looks at Jimin, sitting by his side, he feels like the man has just woken up.
“Have you stayed up until late last night, again?” Namjoon asks playfully, waiting for the laptop’s screen to turn on.
Jimin yawns while he stretches up his arms. “I promise I’ll go to bed earlier as soon as we start rehearsing for the concerts, hyung.”
Namjoon smiles, while shaking his head. When the laptop finally turns on, he opens the file Jimin had sent him on the previous day. They have agreed to meet early today to finally finish Jimin’s solo track for their upcoming album. Jimin has been working on the track for a couple of months now with a few different producers, but he feels like Namjoon is the missing piece for him to be able to say the song is finished.
Namjoon thinks he just needs a little push. His track already sounds amazing, and he’s sure it’s going to be a popular one among fans. Maybe Jimin is still a bit insecure about it because of his perfectionist side, and Namjoon wants to make sure that he is satisfied with the end result.
“I heard the track last night, it sounds great,” Namjoon comments while browsing through the file and searching for the parts that need some furnishing.
Jimin smiles, his head laying on his raised knee, pushed against his chest. “I think I’ve heard it so many times already that my brain is getting tired of it.”
Namjoon nods, moving things around on the file’s layout to have a better view of the chunks of audio. “That’s only natural, after a while. Let’s finish these parts for today and then try to only listen to the song after a week or two. Maybe you’ll like it better then.”
Jimin sighs and then pulls himself forward to focus on the laptop and follow Namjoon on what he’s doing. From then on, they quickly enter work mode; Namjoon just starts doing what he likes to think he does best. When he’s working on music, he barely even thinks about anything else.
And he wouldn’t get out of his focused state if they weren’t interrupted just a few minutes later.
“Namjoon-ah, sorry, can I just–” is what they hear muffled from the other side of the door before Yoongi comes in and quickly walks to Namjoon’s closet. “Oh, hi, Jimin-ah,” he greets as soon as he notices that he’s in the room too.
Namjoon barely pays any attention to him, but he gets distracted by Jimin watching as Yoongi walks to the back of the room and starts looking for something in the closet.
“Where’s that gray hoodie with the big pockets?” Yoongi asks, quietly, trying not to interrupt Namjoon and Jimin’s work.
“Oh, it’s in the chair by the window, I washed it and forgot to return it,” Namjoon answers, going back to his laptop right after. “So, this section here–” he continues before noticing Jimin is still distracted. “Jimin-ah, look here.”
Jimin turns to look at him, his eyes wide, his head tilting a little bit to the side. In the meantime, Yoongi finds the hoodie he was looking for and walks back to the door, leaving a pat on Namjoon’s shoulder and wishing Jimin good luck for his track. Even after he exits the room, Jimin has his eyes on the closed door, seemingly confused.
“What?” Namjoon asks, knowing there’s something bothering Jimin’s mind.
“You guys share clothes?!”
Namjoon laughs. “Any problem with that?”
Jimin blinks twice, then hugs his knees back. “No, it’s just I didn’t know you and Yoongi-hyung shared clothes. You don’t seem the type of people to do that, I guess.”
Namjoon’s fingers touch on the laptop’s keyboard, trying to remember what he was about to do before Yoongi came in. “The gray hoodie is Hobi’s, actually.”
Jimin almost jumps from the chair, scaring Namjoon, too, for a moment.
“What?” Namjoon asks again.
Jimin gasps. “You two share clothes with Hobi-hyung.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Namjoon shrugs. “You and Jungkook-ie also share clothes all the time.”
Jimin laughs, with a tone of sarcasm underneath his giggles. “Hyung, me and Jungkook-ie are dating.”
“I know,” Namjoon simply replies, before he realizes he’s missing the point. “Friends also share clothes.”
Jimin stares at him, unbelievably shocked. Namjoon simply shrugs and looks back at the laptop.
The truth is, he, Yoongi and Hoseok have been sharing clothes for a while now, and he doesn’t know how Jimin hadn’t realized it for so long. The first time Namjoon saw Yoongi wearing one of his shirts, he was surprised, too. Namjoon had woken up late in the morning after a whole night of working on music with Yoongi. However, his hyung was already awake in the kitchen when he left his bed, making coffee for the both of them, after they accidentally fell asleep in Namjoon's studio. Yoongi had showered and didn’t have any clothes with him, so he took Namjoon’s and put on the previous day’s shorts. After a few awkward “sorry”s and giggles, he promised Namjoon he would wash it and give it back to him soon.
The shirt didn’t look too bad on him. It was clearly not his size, but it still fitted him just right. It had a pattern with little cute bears in it, but it was all in black and white. Namjoon remembers how he caught himself staring for a little too long at the way the short sleeves covered almost half of Yoongi’s arms, and how the hem of the shirt went almost as long as the shorts he was wearing. Something about the whole scene felt almost too intense for Namjoon to even delve into it. Only after he was done with his weird, yet surprising thoughts, he replied to him, saying he didn’t mind and that he could keep the shirt if he liked it.
The first time Namjoon saw Hoseok in his clothes, they were on tour. Namjoon caught Hoseok wearing his big, brown, stay-at-home jacket at breakfast in a hotel somewhere in Europe. Hoseok told him how, on the previous day, the day when they arrived, he had had dinner with Yoongi and ended up sleeping there, on the spare bed, for the sake of convenience. In the morning, instead of going up one floor to his bedroom to grab his jacket, he saw Namjoon’s one on the back of Yoongi’s chair. It was another piece of clothing that Yoongi had already borrowed from Namjoon, and they would wear it in turns. Hoseok didn’t know that, though, and he wanted to give the jacket back to Namjoon immediately, but the leader let him keep it for the day, so he wouldn’t get cold. From then on, the jacket was not only Namjoon’s or Yoongi’s, but also Hoseok’s.
The first time Namjoon saw Yoongi wearing Hoseok’s clothes, something felt odd right away. Yoongi’s style was usually dark, simple, and practical–Hoseok’s colorful socks, with little pandas on the sides, contrasted immensely with the rest of his outfit.
“My socks got wet from the sea,” he had said, as he stepped inside the back of the car with Namjoon, after a photoshoot on the beach. “Hob-ah had an extra pair with him.”
Namjoon didn’t question why Hoseok carried extra socks with him for the photoshoot. He couldn’t stop thinking about the irony of coming full circle. Yoongi, Hoseok and him sharing clothes between each other had become so normal since then, that they barely even bothered to justify themselves anymore. If they saw something they liked in each other’s closets, they simply took it, always with the promise to return the items, washed and clean, in the span of a couple of days.
Namjoon doesn’t mind it, at this point. They like each other’s clothes, so they share them. Even when the items don’t fit them perfectly, they always manage to style them in their own way. And what started with just clothes that they were at home with, a few sweatpants and simple sleeping T-shirts, turned into fully planned outfits for official schedules and public hangouts. In the span of just a few months, they were already coordinating clothes and choosing pieces from each other’s closets.
It became normal, eventually. Namjoon knows he can just walk into Hoseok’s closet and pick his favorite bright-colored shirts to style with his own neutral-colored jackets to go visit a garden, and Hoseok doesn’t mind. He knows he can stop by Yoongi’s room to borrow his large, comfy sweaters to go buy some food, and he won't even get a single questioning look from his hyung.
“Friends also share clothes,” Namjoon repeats to Jimin, now less sure of himself, but emptying his mind of his emerging thoughts for now, to focus back on Jimin’s track.
***
The amount of white lights coming from the ceiling inside the dance studio almost hurt Namjoon’s eyes, as he finishes a run through their new choreography. After drinking a bit of water, the leader sits down on the floor, against the wall opposite to the big foggy mirrors. He then closes his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply and slowly to calm down before their break finishes.
“Are you okay?” he hears Yoongi’s sleepy and tired voice saying by his side.
Farther away, he can still hear Hoseok’s voice talking with their choreographer before he leaves the room to buy a few snacks. The other members are in vocal practice together, away from the sweat and the confined dance room.
“I’m good, just give me a moment,” Namjoon replies with a small smile. Just knowing that Yoongi is there by his side, one hand on his thigh, and their knees touching, makes him feel a lot better.
“Where did all your stamina go?” Hoseok asks, approaching them. Namjoon hears him sitting next to him, too, resting his head on his shoulder.
“We’re getting old,” Yoongi answers with a huff. Even though he still has his eyes closed, Namjoon can picture his little playful smirk and his squinted eyes, almost covered by his big black beanie. Hoseok must be smiling, too, from the way his shoulders move up and down against Namjoon’s, as if he’s giggling silently. Maybe they’re staring at each other through the mirror, with that cute, fond and shy smile that they have for each other only.
Yet, when Namjoon opens his eyes for a moment, the light hurting them again, he’s able to catch a second of both Yoongi and Hoseok looking at him through the mirror instead, not with their own little smiles, but with ones that look like heaven to Namjoon’s eyes. The small soft smile on Yoongi’s lips that curves just a tiny bit into his cheeks, the one that he does while he keeps his eyes fully open, staring right into Namjoon’s soul; the wide, bright smile on Hoseok’s whole face, with little wrinkles in his eyes and a fond look, the one that makes Namjoon’s heart melt in warmness and comfort.
Namjoon finds it adorable when both of them immediately look away when they realize Namjoon is looking at them.
“I know you were staring,” he comments, stretching his arms forward with a small yawn. “Why were you staring?”
While Yoongi avoids their eyes at all costs, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of Namjoon’s sweaty shirt, Hoseok looks back at him. But Namjoon can tell he’s nervous, too, by the way he’s bouncing his legs on the floor and biting his lips.
“Oh,” Hoseok then says, stopping his legs and tilting his head, while looking at the mirror. “We’re matching again.”
Namjoon looks at the mirror, too. It’s usual for any of them to be matching each other in practice sessions because they mostly go for the same stay-at-home comfy clothes. This time, however, Namjoon can see why Hoseok pointed it out. They’re not wearing their usual monotone practice clothes–Namjoon has his white tank top and his light brown sweat jacket on, as well as his pink sweatpants; Hoseok is wearing a pink T-shirt with a cute little bear peeking out of the chest pocket, off-white long shorts and light brown sandals; and, instead of his usual all-black outfit for every occasion, Yoongi must have ran out of his most used clothes because he’s wearing a light brown T-shirt with white stripes, darker brown pants and some pink sneakers. All the colors and items, although simple, seem to match perfectly together, and they didn’t even plan to coordinate. They never do, still they seem to always gravitate around the same colors and textures.
“Isn’t it weird?” Namjoon asks with a chuckle.
Yoongi looks at him, now not through the mirror. “What is?”
“That we’re always matching and borrowing clothes from each other.”
Hoseok looks at him, too, and then at Yoongi. “I mean, we do that sometimes. It’s not… I think it’s not always .”
“Why would that be weird?” Yoongi seems to genuinely ask.
Namjoon shrugs. “Jimin and Jungkook share clothes, too.”
“What does that have to do with us?” Hoseok asks.
“They’re dating? I think what Jimin-ie meant to say is that couples share clothes," Namjoon lets out, knowing he didn't give them much context, but realizing a few things himself.
Hoseok and Yoongi stay quiet after that. Yoongi repositions his head on Namjoon's shoulder and reaches out to hold his hand softly. Hoseok's legs and shoes are swinging slowly, touching Namjoon's own here and there.
"You–You don't need to stay silent," Namjoon playfully says to try to break the tension that he started to feel in the air. He knows he probably screwed things up now. Why did he have to bring up his conversation with Jimin like that? Hoseok's right, Jimin doesn't even have anything to do with them. He should have just kept his mouth shut.
"We, um–," Yoongi starts, visibly unsure of what to say, but still trying to do it. Namjoon turns his hand around and squeezes Yoongi's fingers slightly. "I feel like we wear each other's clothes because they remind us of each other. If–If that makes sense."
Hoseok bumps his shoulder against Namjoon's and puts his hand on his lap, too. Namjoon feels his cheeks heating up.
"I like how your clothes smell," Hoseok says, hesitant, too. "And how comfy they are. And matching clothes with you is fun, too. I think."
Namjoon can't help but let out a small smile. Even though his heart is still threatening to simply explode out of his chest, he is glad that he's not the only one thinking that sharing and matching clothes with the other two is fun and it makes him feel all warm and cozy.
“I feel the same way,” he confesses, looking at his lap. “I like seeing you in my clothes, too. I–is it dumb?” he asks with a chuckle. “Are we really expressing ourselves through stealing clothes from each other now? Is that what we’re doing?”
Hoseok laughs. “I guess?”
Namjoon shakes his head with a smile. “I know Yoongi-hyung uses my after-shave, too.” It’s something he’s been thinking about for a while, for some reason. At first, he thought Yoongi had just run out of his own, but he never really stopped using Namjoon’s. So he started buying an extra bottle for Yoongi, too, only to realize that his hyung kept using the one Namjoon was using. Maybe the after-shave brand or the smell weren’t the reason why he kept using his. Maybe Namjoon was the reason himself.
“Yah, what does that have to do with anything?” Yoongi asks with a small pout, curving his eyebrows down, like he usually does when he’s talking in his accent. Namjoon loves it when he does that.
“He also uses my hand soap,” Hoseok comments, with a giggle. “I don’t judge you, I like the smell, too.”
“Hey, you both use my lip balm, too!” Yoongi lets out, lifting his head to look them in the eyes. “And my hand cream! Don’t think I don’t notice it.”
Namjoon brings him back to his shoulder with a smooth hand around his waist, laughing with Hoseok. “Sorry, hyung,” he says, laying his head on Yoongi’s as well. “I treat your stuff with care, though!”
“Sure,” Yoongi replies with a small smile, while Hoseok laughs for a little longer.
After a moment of silence, during which Hoseok looked at them both through the mirror with that gentle smile of his, Yoongi closed his eyes, and Namjoon kept on playing with Yoongi’s rings.
Hoseok sighs. “Why are we like this?”
Yoongi seems to be about to answer when they all jump with a loud noise coming through the door, in the shape of their dance instructor returning to the room.
“Alright, people, you’ve rested enough,” he says, while clapping to the front of the room and grabbing the speaker's remote.
As the three men on the floor entangle from each other, somewhat embarrassed, but also giddy, Namjoon feels that, after a long time, maybe their hearts are starting to beat in sync.
…
“Why is it so cold in September?” Namjoon asks into the void, not expecting for Yoongi to be right there, by his side, staring at him with his hands on the pockets of his big, comfy jacket. Namjoon shivers when he realizes that he is wearing only a tank top himself. Of course he’s cold.
“I don’t know,” Yoongi replies with a little shrug. Then, as if prompted, he takes off his jacket and hands it to Namjoon without another word. “My turn. Wish me luck,” he simply says before running to the outside set, checking up with the cameramen and the filming director to know what scenes he’s going to shoot first.
Namjoon’s “thank you” flies with the wind, as his shock turns into an excitedly beating heart. He doesn’t think twice from then on: he wears the jacket and embraces the warmth that comes from it, immediately feeling relieved.
He watches as Yoongi films his scenes, keeping an eye on the other members, too, to see if they need anything. Days packed with shootings for MVs are always a bit too chaotic, but Namjoon just makes sure that no one is struggling to complete a segment, and, when someone is, he tries his best to help them. However, today seems to be a good day in general. If it wasn’t this cold, Namjoon would be having an even greater time, but the weather decided not to collaborate with them today.
After a few minutes, Namjoon decides to sit on a chair, from a place where he can still watch Yoongi running around, acting for the camera, and going over all of the scenes again and again like the perfectionist he is.
“You’re smiling,” Jungkook’s voice suddenly says right in his ear, scaring Namjoon to death.
“God, Kook-ah, give a man a warning, will you?” Namjoon replies with a huff.
“Sorry,” Jungkook says with a giggle. “You were smiling.”
Namjoon sighs. “And?”
“Look,” Jungkook motions his head, pointing at his left side. Hoseok is there, a few meters away from them, standing in front of a screen, watching Yoongi, too.
“What?”
Jungkook shrugs, playing with his lip ring, what seems to be a recently acquired nervous habit. “He’s smiling at Yoongi-hyung the way you do.”
Namjoon chuckles. “Do you and Jimin-ie have some sort of agenda revolving around us three?”
Jungkook looks at him with wide eyes. “Hyung, never! Why would you think that?”
Something in his tone sounds very playful, and Namjoon gets his confirmation when Jungkook giggles. “You two…”
“And Tae-hyung.”
Namjoon rolls his eyes. “Shouldn’t you be preparing for the car scene?” he asks, putting his right hand on the pocket of his jacket to warm himself up for a moment.
That’s when he notices it. The undeniable texture of a small paper, in the bottom of the pocket.
“We’re only filming the car scene after lunch, hyung.”
Namjoon barely registers his words, as he takes out the paper and carefully unfolds it. It is probably Yoongi’s. He shouldn’t even be opening it, if he thinks about it. But he does either way.
And now that he opened it…
“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks after noticing that Namjoon was distracted.
Namjoon quickly folds the paper again and puts it back in the pocket. “Nothing.”
When he looks at him, Jungkook is raising one eyebrow. “Hyung.”
“Nothing,” Namjoon repeats with a chuckle. “I– I’m going to find a pen.”
With no further explanation, Namjoon leaves Jungkook behind and goes to the back of the set, walking towards his wardrobe and make-up van. His hand never leaves his pocket, holding tight onto the tiny piece of paper that made his heart flip.
Only once he’s inside his van does he allow himself to unfold it and read it again.
Stay warm, Namjoon-ah. You look cute in this jacket. - hyung
P.S.: pass it onto Hobi next, he looks like he’s freezing.
He wonders why such simple words make Namjoon feel like a teenager again. They’re not even special words. They’re just words. Crafted in Yoongi’s handwriting to Namjoon in a little random piece of paper he probably found lying around, abandoned. But, just the fact that Yoongi had decided to create just a funny, yet sweet message that Namjoon would be carrying around and, potentially, replying to, makes Namjoon smile widely. And now, maybe, he could pass the paper onto Hoseok, too, like high school lovers on Valentine’s day.
That is, if he finds a pen. He knows he has one somewhere in the van. He searches for it in his bag, in his clothes’ pockets, on the couch, on the make-up table. He ends up finding it in the place it would obviously be: next to his small notebook on the desk.
I hope you’re not freezing anymore. The jacket is Yoongi-hyung’s, please return it to him after you’ve used it. Or not. I think half of my wardrobe is his and yours, to be honest. Good luck today, Hob-ah! - Joon
Namjoon reads it again, and again, and again, before he makes himself put down the pen and the paper and take a deep breath. He shouldn’t feel this nervous. He doesn’t even call it nervousness. Excitement for them to be, maybe, actually, and finally talking to each other about the comfort and care they feel for one another. Happiness for him to come to terms that, maybe, actually and finally he might really, really like them both. The both men he grew up with. The men he can’t imagine his life without anymore.
He gets out of his van with a deep breath, putting the paper back inside the pocket. His turn to shoot his scenes is coming soon and he plans on passing the jacket to Hoseok as soon as he gets called. When he looks at Hoseok again, who is now sitting on a chair next to the film director, the man is shaking his legs, trying to keep at least a little bit warmer. Namjoon approaches him with wide steps and a kind smile.
"Hello."
Hoseok looks at him with a grin. "Hey. Have you filmed yet?"
Namjoon shakes his head, the hand in his pocket slightly touching the piece of paper.
"Is everything okay?" Hoseok asks, tilting his head, as he notices that something is odd.
Namjoon chuckles. "Yeah. Are you cold?"
Hoseok smiles again, filling Namjoon's heart up with butterflies. "A little bit, yeah. I forgot my jacket in the car and I'm too lazy to go pick it up," he playfully adds.
Namjoon nods. It's now or never. "Here," he mumbles before taking off the jacket, careful not to tilt it to the point of the paper falling out. "I'm gonna film my scenes soon, you should keep it for now."
Hoseok stares at him, then at the jacket, and then back at him. "Oh, thank you, Joon-ah."
Namjoon smiles, dimples showing up on his cheeks. "No problem."
As soon as Hoseok grabs the jacket, Namjoon lets out a little sigh before turning around and walking in the direction of the group of make-up artists. He doesn’t know what it’s like to exchange small letters with your lover on Valentine’s day, but he does know that whatever it is that he, Yoongi and Hoseok might be doing is even better than that.
…
Namjoon is facing the ceiling as he listens to the soft sound of the shower water running in the background, as well as Hoseok quietly humming along to the song playing on his speakers, while he does his skincare routine for the night.
He has the little piece of paper in his hands, right against his chest. There's barely any empty space left in it.
You guys are adorable :D thank you for the cute jacket!!! - hobi,
was the last message Namjoon had seen before replying with his own and then letting the jacket jump from Yoongi to Hoseok, and vice-versa, for a while, until he had received it again, right before they all entered their cars to go home after the long day.
We're doing it again. We're communicating through everything but direct talk. We're really dumb. And yes, kind of adorable. - Joon ,
was what he had replied. From then on, Yoongi and Hoseok kept writing cute messages, about how well they did while filming their scenes, about how the weather was getting warmer but they were still sharing a jacket. There’s one from Yoongi that particularly makes Namjoon’s heart twist.
Namjoon-ie looks good when he’s watching us on the screen. Have you ever noticed the way he scrunches his nose a little bit when he’s focusing? - hyung
Namjoon hears the bathroom’s door opening.
“What do you mean I scrunch my nose when I’m focused?” he asks Yoongi, as the man is leaving the bathroom with his hair still wet, and a simple shirt and a pair of shorts on, which Namjoon could swear he had brought himself a few years ago, but that he never saw ever again.
Yoongi stops for a moment, staring at Namjoon with his hand in his hair and his nose red from the hot shower. When he smirks softly, Namjoon forgets how to breathe for a second.
“You do,” Hoseok replies for him, turning around to look at them both. “It’s cute.”
Namjoon chuckles. “Thank you, I guess.”
When Yoongi moves again, he walks to the bed and sits next to Namjoon, against the headboard. “Let’s talk,” he says, quietly.
He’s usually not the one to start conversations, but Namjoon knows that he’s serious when he takes the little paper out of his hands, their fingers lingering close together, only broken apart when Hoseok sits on the bed, in front of them.
“I, um–like you a lot. Both of you,” Yoongi says, looking at his lap. “You mean a lot to me. Sorry I borrow your aftershave and creams from time to time. These things remind me of you when I’m alone or away. It feels–well, it feels nice.”
Hoseok sits closer to them, cross-legged. “You don’t have to apologize, hyung! I feel the same way.”
Namjoon looks at his eyes and then at Yoongi’s, which are still staring at his own hands. Namjoon wants to hold them.
“Do you remember when we used to spend nights talking about rap and music in general in the dorms, before debut?” Hoseok asks, leaning back with his arms supporting his torso. Namjoon nods. Yoongi just smiles, as if vividly recalling the memories in his mind. “You two would do this, too. You’d sit next to each other and Yoongi-hyung would be staring at his hands, maybe blushing a little bit, while Namjoon-ie looked at him fondly. And I would sit in front of you, watching, and my heart would feel warmer. I didn’t know why at the time, but seeing you everyday has told me that I can’t spend a day without you two. You’re very special to me.”
Namjoon looks at Yoongi. It seems like he’s thinking about Hoseok’s words, while his hand slides closer to Namjoon’s own on his lap. When they intertwine their fingers together, Namjoon feels like the world is falling into place. He just needs to reach Hoseok’s too.
“Come here,” he calls, sliding closer to Yoongi so Hoseok can fit by his side on the bed. When he does, Namjoon holds his hand as well. “I like you a lot, too,” he lets out with a chuckle, hiding his pink cheeks on Hoseok’s shoulder. “You give me so much energy and happiness. I just wish I was with you both all the time,” he confesses with another small giggle. As much as he might feel a little bit embarrassed for confessing his feelings like this, he also feels relieved.
He likes them a lot. And they like him back.
“So I guess using your stuff gives me the illusion that I’m actually with you wherever I go,” he adds. He swears he can hear Hoseok and Yoongi cooing at the same time.
“It’s okay, Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi replies, cuddling closer to him, so he’s able to hold Hoseok’s hand, too. “We’re not going anywhere.”
The feeling of the quick kiss Yoongi presses against Namjoon’s cheek stays there for the rest of night, as well as Hoseok’s later multiple kisses he leaves on both Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s faces in the middle of giggles and tight hugs.
…
When Namjoon walks to the kitchen with a yawn leaving his mouth and his eyes barely open, he’s still too sleepy to see that Seokjin is already there, sitting on a stool by the counter and eating his usual bowl of cereal and cup of coffee.
“Slept well?” Seokjin asks, startling him a little bit. Namjoon looks at him, and he’s sporting an amused, yet kind smile. He must have noticed that Namjoon didn’t sleep in his room, which is right next to Seokjin’s.
“I slept like a baby,” Namjoon answers, his voice cracking for a moment. “Thanks for asking.”
“Just not a lot, right?” Seokjin asks again with a wider smile. He points at the stool next to him and makes Namjoon sit down.
Namjoon looks at him with a content sigh. “I love them a lot.”
Seokjin nods. “I know. You’re wearing their clothes.”
Namjoon laughs. “We slept together. It was kinda weird, in the best of ways. There’s nearly not enough space for three people in one bed, hyung, but they’re so warm and cute, and they smell super good.”
“You’re adorable,” Seokjin says with a chuckle. “I’m happy you’re all happy.”
Namjoon nods. He’s happy, too. He’s happy that he loves and that he’s loved. He’s happy that he has so many great friends surrounding him, always ready to make him smile. He’s happy that he’s got a Hoseok and a Yoongi, who bring him joy just by existing.
He’s happy that he’s a source of happiness for them, too.
And when both of them come into the kitchen after a few minutes, pressing light kisses on the top of Namjoon’s head, and wearing clothes that none of them even remember who they belong to, Namjoon ignores Seokjin’s mocking smile and just feels the happiest he’s ever been.