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Jimin was curled up on Namjoon’s black office chair with his legs up to his chest and his soft hair splayed around him in an orange halo. He was leaned slightly back, and his plump red lips were slightly agape, showing off his pearly white teeth.
Namjoon walked into the house expecting to see his lover laying on the couch asleep with the television playing some sort of animated movie. The smaller boy often attempted to stay up to greet the taller man, but often failed. So when the smaller boy was nowhere to be seen, and the television was off Namjoon was to say the least, slightly worried.
He drops his bag on the floor next to the door and slips off his shoes, leaving him in just pale lilac socks. He walks to the kitchen and pauses at the refrigerator to grab a few pieces of fruit before going to bed.
He pops a strawberry in his mouth and continues his way down the hall and to the last room on the left, where his bed was and where his small orange haired boyfriend should be.
He eases the door open slowly to keep the racket to a minimum. He looks at the bed which was in the corner in the room, which was completely untouched, and empty.
Namjoon’s eyes widen slightly and he runs his hand through his hair. He pulls off his hoodie and tosses it on the floor. He pulls off his shirt too, which leaves him just in a pair of light jeans. He pops a piece of pineapple into his mouth and turns around to find his small lover.
He first goes into Jimin’s dance room. It was very likely that he was just practicing for another showcase and forgot the time. It had a wood floor and large mirrors on one of the walls. Another wall was completely made out of glass. A corner of the room had a stereo system and a white board, but there was no Jimin.
He goes back into the living room to double check. He knocks on the bathroom door. He glances into the kitchen, but alas, there was no Jimin.
Namjoon sighs and eats the last piece of fruit. He walks down to to his last resort. His office.
Sometimes Namjoon didn’t want to go all the way to the studio in Goyang, because he and Jimin lived Seoul, so his office has like a small extension of his studio. He had his desk which was always neatly organized but it sat against a glass window wall like in Jimin’s studio, which meant he constantly had to deal with the busy night life that Seoul was so known for.
He opens the door semi carelessly and sees his chair slightly pulled away from his desk, and turned almost unnoticeably towards the right.
Namjoon smiles and quietly drifts towards his black leather chair.
A small stutter of breath leaves Jimin’s mouth as Namjoon slowly spins the chair around. Namjoon basks in the serenity that the small nymph brings him and smiles.
Jimin is in an oversized tee white shirt of Namjoon’s that reaches just below his bottom and because his knees were pulled up to his chest, his light blue lacy panties were on show for the elder to see. The older boys takes just a moment to look at and appreciate the piece of art in front of him
Namjoon smiles at his boyfriend who looks so peaceful, the moonlight lightly dusting his face, illuminating his cheekbones and thin long nose. His small little jagiya* was so sweet. His gaze brushed over Jimin’s figure, his thighs his biceps her thin neck and prominent collarbones. He loved the smaller boy.
He brushed his thumb over Jimin’s plump lips. The boy’s eyes fluttered open and a smile stretched across his face at seeing his boyfriend in front of him.
“Joon-ah.” He stretched his arms above his head and flexed his small delicate hands. Namjoon grabs his tiny hands and just holds them in his larger ones.
“I love you Jimin.” Jimin closes his eyes at the pure bliss of just hearing those words. “I love you too hyung.”
He opens his eyes, which according to Namjoon, held all the secrets of the universe. The tall shirtless boy lets go of the younger’s hands and flails his own around. “No I mean like I love you Park Jimin. I would kill. I would die for you. I would murder just to see you smile one more time. I love you so much and I don’t think I could do anything else but sit here and stare at you for ages.”
Jimin’s laugh tinkles out and Namjoon thinks it’s the most wonderful sound, and he would die just to hear it one more time. He sighs in frustration and tugs at the ends of his hair because he just doesn’t have the words to describe how much he adores Park Jimin.
“I don’t have the tools, the words, the anything Jimin, to describe how much I love you, how much I adore you.” Jimin smiles as wide as the sun, and Namjoon would willingly go to hell just to keep him safe.
“I think ‘I love you’ would work just fine Joonie.” Jimin pulls the shirtless male down to his level and kisses him.
Their lips move in unison. Namjoon’s lips are cracked and just a bit dry, but Jimin couldn’t care less. He wrapped his arms around the elder’s neck and smiled into the kiss. Jimin’s lips were plush and moist and Namjoon couldn’t think of any words. He was just so in love.
They pull apart and touch foreheads. Jimin felt like his lover could see deep into his soul, see how much he loves him, how much he cares for him. “I love you Joonie”
“I love you too Jiminie.” Namjoon smiles, the adoration clear in his eyes and dripping from his soft voice.
“Carry me to bed?” Jimin yawns and reaches out for his lover.
“Anything for you.”