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“Namjoon-ah!”
“I’m in here!” Namjoon called back, fighting his way up from where the sofa had been trying to eat him.
Jin walked through the door and took in the spotless living room and a recently napping Namjoon with a glance. His eyebrows went up. “When you said your house was a disaster, I thought…”
“Oh, I cleaned it,” Namjoon said.
Jin put a hand over his eyes. “Hang on a second.”
“What?”
“It’s just that every time you talk about cleaning, I have a very vivid flashback to, oh, 2015 or so, and me begging you - on bended knee! - to clean the bathroom.”
“Bended knee, hm?”
Jin rolled his eyes. “Don’t even start.” He sat down on the couch next to Namjoon and pushed his disheveled hair back into place, the gentle brush of his hands a contrast to his sharp words. “You would have dreamed of being lucky enough.”
“I could never have,” Namjoon said.
Jin cupped Namjoon’s chin in his hand and leaned in to kiss him. “We’re neither of us those 20 year olds shouting about toilet brushes. Thankfully.”
Namjoon smiled against Jin’s mouth. “We had to be them to make our way to being us.”
“Then I’m thankful for that, too.” Jin pulled back to look at Namjoon, and his smile turned wicked. He stood up and held out a hand. “Let’s go mess something up again.”
“Sounds perfect,” Namjoon said. He let Jin pull him up and towards the bedroom.