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Jimin practically falls through the door, worn from hours of dance practice. His eyelids are almost completely shut as he kicks off his shoes, before stumbling into the kitchen, hoping to have a glass of water before bed.
What he doesn’t expect, however, is to collide with a solid surface. Huh. He’s pretty sure he’s in the middle of the kitchen, but as he opens his eyes a little more he realises it isn’t a wall, but someone’s rather muscled back.
Just on cue, Namjoon turns around. “Oh! I didn’t realise you were ba-“
The man pauses mid-sentence, eyes scanning over his very worn-out boyfriend, whose eyes are already slipping shut again. And not only that, but it seems that the more weary Jimin grows, the closer he gets to Namjoon, his head leaning against the taller’s shoulder so that his cheek is all smooshed up.
And, well, Namjoon has always had a weakness for little things, and even more of a weakness for cute little things, so his brain feels like it’s malfunctioning. He wraps his arm around Jimin’s waist and strokes his hand through his soft hair, soaking in his cute tiny boyfriend.
Jimin grumbles something incoherent, which can only mean that he wants Namjoon to take him to bed. So, as they always seem to do after dance practice, Jimin moves both of his feet so that he is standing on Namjoon’s, and the older waddles them towards their room, legs moving in tandem.
Getting into bed is less graceful, with Namjoon clumsily launching Jimin onto the mattress, making sure his head lands on the pillows rather than against the wall.
Once they’re both under the covers, the shorter rolls towards the other even in his barely-conscious state, as if his body is magnetically drawn to his boyfriends muscular chest. Namjoon kisses Jimin’s forehead before resting his head on top of the younger’s, and he can’t help but swoon over his cute, tiny boyfriend. The cutest living thing in this whole world.