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~Sunglasses
Namjoon breaks things.
It’s not on purpose. He doesn’t know why it happens. When he was younger, people assumed that it was because he was clumsy, but he doesn’t do any of the other things that clumsy people do, not really anyway. He doesn’t stumble or flail or anything like that. Not enough for it to explain why everything in the vicinity around him is in danger of breaking. He just breaks things.
Seokjin guesses that it’s because Namjoon doesn’t know his own strength. Yoongi and Taehyung think it’s because he uses his feet instead of his hands.
They’re probably all three right, to some extent.
Namjoon maybe believes Seokjin is more in the right than Yoongi and Taehyung, or at least more often than they are, because he breaks a lot of things without using his feet. Like his sunglasses.
He’s fiddling with a pair of them during a break during the shoot for their No More Dream music video. It’s fun, shooting a music video. The crew is nice, and so are the extras that are there to help them smash stuff on set. But they’re all nervous, because it’s their first music video, and none of them are entirely sure how to act on the set of a music video, not even Hoseok, Taehyung, and Seokjin who were in the video for Jokwon’s I’m Da One, so they have actually been on a set before. They’re still nervous, though because this is their music video. They’re not just extras. All the attention is on the seven of them, and they want to do well.
Namjoon is just fiddling with his sunglasses. He’s not throwing them or waving them around, he’s just turning them in his hands and flipping the temples open and closed a few times as he talks with Yoongi, when the director calls for them to get back into position for a dance filming.
Namjoon opens the glasses to put them on, and one of the temples snaps off.
“What?” he looks from the glasses to the temple.
“Did you just break those?” Yoongi asks, sounding as confused as Namjoon feels.
“Uh, we have a problem,” Namjoon calls out and turns to the crew. He holds up the sunglasses. “I’m sorry, I broke the sunglasses.”
The laughter from the other members is pretty much instantaneous.
Their staff is mostly laughing too. Hobeom is shaking his head, but he looks highly amused, and the stylist that rushes forward is giggling. She takes the sunglasses from him and inspects the damage to see if they can be repaired quickly or if they need to get a new pair.
“He’s the God of Destruction, I’m telling you!” Taehyung shouts. Namjoon rolls his eyes.
“You kind of are,” the stylist says. “These won’t be fixed in a flash. Fortunately, we anticipated that something might happen and we brought an extra pair.”
She sends Namjoon one last humored smile then heads off in the direction of the dressing room. Namjoon isn’t sure how to feel about the fact that the staff had anticipated that he might break something. He thinks maybe he should be offended, but really, he can’t blame them.
“Alright everyone, get into your positions,” the director calls out. “As soon as we’re ready, we’ll begin.”
Namjoon and Yoongi head onto the soundstage and get into their places.
“How did you break them?” Jungkook asks. He looks very amused by the whole thing.
“I don’t know, it just snapped off,” Namjoon shrugs.
“What are we going to do with you,” Seokjin sighs, then breaks out laughing when Namjoon reaches over to shove him, just a little. “Hey, stay in your place!”
The stylist comes back with a new pair of sunglasses, identical to the ones Namjoon just broke. He holds out his hand to take them, but the stylist brushes his hand away and places the sunglasses on his nose herself. “You don’t trust me to hold them?” he asks.
“No, not really,” she says, then laughs at Namjoon’s no doubt incredulous face, because rude. The others are laughing at him as well. “We only have one spare pair, so don’t break these as well.”
“I’ll try not to, I promise,” Namjoon says, just like he always does when he breaks something.
The stylist straightens his clothes a little bit, turns to adjust Yoongi’s beanie and Seokjin’s shirt, and then she leaves the soundstage. “Okay, are we ready now?” the director calls out.
“Yes, sir!” they call back, almost synchronized. Sometimes Namjoon wonders if they spend so much time practicing synchronization in their dancing and introduction that it actually bleeds into other parts of their lives, or if they’re just naturally so attuned to each other from having spent so much time together, both working and just hanging out. Or maybe it’s a combination.
Namjoon doesn’t take his sunglasses off for the rest of the shooting. He’s too afraid of accidentally breaking them to really touch them, except to push them further up his nose when they slide down. He doesn’t even take them off himself when they’re done, he lets the stylist do it instead.
“I told you it was a bad idea to give me sunglasses,” Namjoon says as the stylist packs them away. Behind him, Hoseok laughs.
They’d all been laughing a lot more since Namjoon’s little accident with the first pair of sunglasses. At least it got all the members to relax a little more.
~Toothbrush glass
It’s nearing 4am and they’ve finally finished a 9-hour long dance practice. They’re all dragging their feet when they get back to the dorm, tired and sweaty and they all just want to pass out on their beds, but they need to get ready for bed first.
Namjoon has never loved showering, but he didn’t hate it either until he suddenly had to shower at four in the morning when he’s dead on his feet and just wants to sleep.
They all get showered as quickly as possible, because there is no such thing as taking your time in the shower when there’s seven people who all want to get clean and get to bed as fast as possible. To make the process quicker, Seokjin and Jimin shower together, and so do Hoseok and Taehyung. The first time one of them had gotten into the shower with someone else, it had been weird, but not anymore. They’ve all showered together in various combinations at one point or another. Yoongi once showered with Jungkook because Jungkook was too tired to really stand up on his own, but he refused to go to bed still sweaty from dance practice, so to make sure he didn’t injure himself Yoongi had gotten into the shower with him.
They all brush their teeth at the same time, wandering around the living room sleepily. Hoseok has his eyes closed, so it’s not a surprise to anyone when he walks into the table. Namjoon is the fifth one to spit toothpaste out in the sink, only Yoongi and Hoseok still not quite finished. He puts his toothbrush in the glass next to the sink they all keep their toothbrushes, and then it happens.
It sort of happens in slow motion.
Namjoon’s hand knocks against Seokjin and Jungkook’s toothbrushes and that somehow is enough to push the glass off the sink. He can see it fall, and he tries to reach out and stop disaster before it happens, but he’s not fast enough.
The glass smashes onto the bathroom tiles with a loud crashing noise.
“What the hell?” the Yoongi calls out. His voice is a little muffled, probably by his toothbrush.
“What happened?” Jimin asks. He appears in the doorway to the bathroom first, but within seconds they’re all there, staring at Namjoon and the broken glass on the floor.
“Did you just break the glass? How did you do that?” Hoseok asks, sounding confused and amused and, if Namjoon is not mistaken, a little amazed. He and Yoongi are holding their toothbrushes, so they probably finished and spat in the kitchen sink.
“Uh,” is Namjoon’s eloquent answer.
Yoongi groans. “It’s way too late for this shit,” he says.
“I’m sorry,” Namjoon says, sheepish. Seokjin reaches out to grab Namjoon’s arm and pulls him out of the bathroom.
“Careful, don’t step on the glass,” Seokjin says. He sighs. He looks exhausted, just like the rest of them, but he still bends down and starts picking up the five toothbrushes. “Go get a broom and a dustpan. We need to get the glass cleaned up before someone steps in it and gets hurt.”
He doesn’t specify who needs to go get the broom and dustpan, but Namjoon can guess that it’s directed at him. After all, it’s his fault.
“Can’t it wait till the morning?” he hears Jungkook ask.
“You can go to bed,” Seokjin says. “You can all go to bed. Namjoon and I will get this cleaned up.”
There are mumbles of thanks and goodnight and Namjoon gets back to the living room just in time to see the rest of them shuffle into the bedroom.
“Goodnight, everyone,” he says. “And sorry.”
“Night,” is the chorus he gets back, and then the door closes behind Hoseok and it’s just Namjoon and Seokjin left to deal with Namjoon’s mess.
“I’m really sorry, hyung,” he says.
“It’s fine,” Seokjin says and rubs his face. “You didn’t do it on purpose.”
“I can clean up on my own, if you want to go to bed?” Namjoon offers.
“No, it’s okay. This won’t take long,” Seokjin replies.
He’s right. It only takes them a few minutes to get all the glass they can see swept up and thrown out. Seokjin puts their toothbrushes in a new glass and puts it on the sink where the old one had been. “Don’t break that as well, please,” he says, but he’s smiling as he says it, so he’s not mad.
“I’ll try,” Namjoon promises.
When they go into the bedroom, they find that Yoongi is still awake, tapping away on his phone, and Taehyung looks like he’s playing a game on his. Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook are out for the count, though. Hoseok has one arm above his head, the other across his stomach, and he’ holding his phone, so he probably fell asleep very suddenly. Jimin is curled up and Jungkook is on his stomach, thankfully in his own bed. Yoongi looks up at Namjoon and Seokjin when they enter.
“Did you put the toothbrushes in a new glass?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Seokjin nods. Yoongi looks at Namjoon.
“If you have to break that one, could you at least do it in the morning instead?” he asks. Namjoon glares half-heartedly at him. Seokjin laughs quietly and climbs up to his bed.
“I don’t do these things on purpose,” Namjoon says, a little pouty. Yoongi grins.
“Don’t worry, we’re all used to it by now,” he says. “If you could just work on the timing, that would be great.”
Namjoon rolls his eyes, but he can’t help but smile a little as he gets into his own bed. As long as the members still find it funny that Namjoon is perpetually, accidentally destructive, then he can laugh about it as well.
~Fridge door
In general, fridges are pretty sturdy. This is a well-known fact. Of course, there are really old or really cheap fridges that break more easily, but the average fridge is pretty robust and not so easily broken, especially not by accident. Fridge doors don’t just break off for no reason.
Unless you’re Kim Namjoon, in which case a fridge can be very fragile.
It’s one of the days where they’ve only had one schedule and their practice afterwards didn’t go way into the night, so they’ve been home for dinner and they’ve all stayed afterwards. Yoongi hasn’t gone to the studio to work, instead he’s writing lyrics in the living room, and Hoseok and Jimin haven’t gone to the practice room. Namjoon is feeling very well-rested, considering how their sleep schedules tend to be when they’re not in that period of time where all they do is write and record and practice.
He’s not angry or upset or tired or lost in his thoughts or anything like that. He’s just thirsty and he wants a glass of milk.
He walks into the kitchen and tries to remember whose turn it is to wash the dishes when he sees the plates next to the sink resembling something of a tower, and he really hopes that it’s not him. Seokjin is right, the dishes should be done as fast as possible by whoever’s turn it is, because with seven people it quickly gets ridiculous.
Namjoon grabs the handle of the fridge door and pulls.
There’s a loud creak and a crack, and then Namjoon is supporting the weight of the fridge door, because it has almost completely broken off from the fridge.
He shouts in surprise, which of course alerts the other members to the fact that something has happened and they all come rushing into the kitchen. “What happened?” Yoongi asks, but before Namjoon gets to answer, Yoongi seems to have figured it out, because he says, “Holy shit. What did you do?”
“I opened the fridge?” Namjoon says.
“You broke off the fridge door?” Seokjin sounds astounded. Namjoon can hear giggling that suspiciously sounds like the maknae line having fun at his expense. Nothing new there, either, really. “Again?”
“I just opened it and this happened,” Namjoon looks over his shoulder.
Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook do look very amused and are giggling into their hands, just like Namjoon expected. Hoseok looks mostly surprised, and maybe even a little amazed. Seokjin also looks surprised, but he looks exasperated as well. Yoongi looks like a sigh personified. None of their reactions are surprising in the least. “Could someone help me?” Namjoon asks, because the door is not light.
“Jungkook, help him hold the door, will you?” Seokjin asks.
“Why me?” Jungkook says immediately, indignant.
“Because you’re the strongest one of us,” Seokjin replies. It’s clever, really, because it’s a compliment to Jungkook and thus likely to make him much more agreeable.
Jungkook looks a little proud, then looks between Seokjin and Namjoon a few times. “Okay, I’m coming,” he says eventually and walks over to Namjoon. When he grabs hold of the fridge door, Namjoon sighs in relief, because his arms were really starting to feel the weight.
“I’ll get the toolbox,” Yoongi says with a sigh. He leaves the kitchen and comes back just a minute later with what is theoretically their toolbox, but in practice is just Yoongi’s.
“I’ll get the stuff out of the door,” Seokjin says. He makes quick work of it too, taking out the juice and milk and whatever he keeps on the shelves in the fridge door, and putting all of it on the kitchen counter. Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung decide to leave them all to it since the show is over and they’re not needed.
“Honestly,” Yoongi says as he gets out the tools he needs. “How do you do these things?”
“How have you managed to break a fridge door, and not just once, but twice?” Seokjin asks.
“I really don’t know,” Namjoon says. He’s often just as surprised and confused as everyone else is.
Jungkook giggles again. “It’s so funny.”
Namjoon glares weakly at him.
He continues to poke fun at Namjoon the entire time Yoongi is working on reattaching the door to the fridge properly, and Namjoon lets him because Seokjin and Yoongi also make fun of him, and because there’s not much else he can do when he continues to just randomly break things around him.
“Jungkook, can you hold the weight on your own now?” Yoongi asks when he’s about halfway done.
“I think so, yes,” Jungkook replies.
“Okay, then I want Namjoon to carefully let go and slowly back away,” Yoongi instructs them.
“Why do I need to back away slowly?” Namjoon asks. He lets go of the door very slowly, making sure that Jungkook can actually hold the weight.
“Because I don’t want you to break it again already,” Yoongi says.
“Hey!” Namjoon tries to sound offended, he really does, but he can’t help the laugh. Seokjin is laughing too, but he pulls Namjoon into a hug.
“Seriously, why do you have to be so destructive?” Yoongi asks, making Jungkook laugh loudly again. Yoongi still sounds amused though, so Namjoon decides to not take offense and just snuggles closer to Seokjin.
~Jungkook’s phone
Jungkook plays a lot of games on his phone. A lot of games. He plays a lot of different games and he plays them very often. It’s not unusual for anyone in this day and age to be practically glued to their phone, especially not teenagers, but Jungkook play so many games that they all still like to poke fun at him for his addiction to his phone. He laughs with them pretty often when they do, but he also fairly often more or less tells them to shut up because it’s not like they’re not all glued to their phones or some other kind of electronic device as well.
Despite that, they continue to tease him for his excessive game playing, and sometimes they even steal his phone. Or attempt to, anyway. Taehyung is better at that than anyone else, because Taehyung can be a ninja when it comes to stealing people’s things or avoiding eating something he doesn’t want to.
Jungkook seems to resist the most when Namjoon tries to steal his phone.
“You’ll break it!” he’ll whine and clutch his phone very tightly to his chest.
“Hey! I will not!” Namjoon will complain, and then relent with, “at least not if you just let me take it.”
That’s how it goes, or it’s a variation thereof. Sometimes Namjoon manages to wrestle the phone out of Jungkook’s hands, sometimes he doesn’t. Either way, it’s pretty fun.
It’s fun this time, too. Jungkook is in the fetal position on the couch, clutching his phone to this chest and laughing loudly while Namjoon simultaneously tickles him and tries to wrestle the phone from Jungkook’s hands. “Hyung! Stop it!” Jungkook laughs, which really isn’t much incentive to make Namjoon stop, because clearly Jungkook is still having fun.
“Give me your phone and I will!” Namjoon grins.
“No!”
“You know, you’re not exactly proving us wrong when you refuse to let your phone go.”
“Like – ah! Like you aren’t also – no, no, not my knees – also glued to your phone!” Jungkook manages to gasp out in between laughs. “Please!”
“But this is so fun,” Namjoon laughs.
It continues like that for several minutes, until Namjoon finally manages to wriggle his own fingers underneath Jungkook’s and grab the phone, which he pulls away with a shout of victory. Unfortunately, the phone is covered in sweat from Jungkook’s hands and it’s slippery, so when Namjoon yanks his hand back and away from Jungkook, the phone slips from his hand, flies through the air and crashes into the wall. It lands on the ground in several pieces.
Namjoon and Jungkook both stare at it in silence. The first thing Namjoon feels is shock, but it’s quickly followed by an intense feeling of guilt, because oh no, he broke Jungkook’s phone.
Of all people, it had to be Jungkook’s phone.
He slowly turns his head to look at Jungkook’s reaction. Jungkook’s face is pure shock, his eyes wide and his mouth open. Then he turns to look at Namjoon, and his face changes to shocked sadness.
“Hyung!”
“I’m so sorry, Jungkookie,” Namjoon says immediately.
“You broke my phone!” Jungkook shouts.
That’s when they’re joined in the living room by Hoseok and Taehyung. Hoseok comes from the kitchen, where he’s been keeping an eye on the food Seokjin is cooking for dinner while Seokjin is at the company dragging Yoongi and Jimin back home, and Taehyung comes from his room.
“What happened?” Hoseok asks.
“Namjoon hyung broke my phone,” Jungkook replies. Hoseok and Taehyung both look at him with wide, shocked eyes.
“Hyung!” Taehyung scolds. The effect is simultaneously ruined and increased by his pout.
“You actually broke his phone?” Hoseok asks, putting his hands on his hips.
“I am so sorry,” Namjoon wraps an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders and pulls him into a sort of hug, because he feels guilty as hell, and it doesn’t get any better when Jungkook’s face morphs into one giant pout. “I’ll buy you a new one, I promise.”
“You should, you just broke my phone!” Jungkook whines.
“What did you do?” Taehyung asks. He’s fighting to stop himself from laughing, Namjoon can tell.
“It was an accident,” Namjoon says. “I was just trying to take it from him, and when I got it, it slipped and hit the wall, and now it’s in pieces.”
Hoseok looks around and he quickly spots the remains of Jungkook’s phone on the floor, which makes him snicker. “This is why Jungkook always protests more when you try to take his phone than when it’s anyone else,” he says. Namjoon glares at him. It has no effect whatsoever.
“Yeah, I told you this would happen!” Jungkook says, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s not moving out of Namjoon’s embrace, though, so Namjoon counts that as a win.
“I’m really sorry, Jungkookie,” he says. “I’ll buy you a new one as soon as we’ve eaten dinner.”
“You better,” Jungkook’s pout intensifies, and so does Namjoon’s guilt.
It’s bad enough when he breaks stuff around the dorm or practice studios, or his own stuff, but breaking the other members’ things? That always makes him feel awful. He hates when he accidentally breaks their stuff, because that’s not his own or just everyone’s. It’s a specific person’s thing, and he’ll most likely have borrowed it or, as he just did, stolen it, and then he goes and breaks it.
Hoseok picks the pieces of the broken phone off the floor and puts them on the coffee table.
“What about all the stuff I had on it?” Jungkook asks, and he sounds truly sad.
“If the memory card isn’t broken, then you should be able to get everything you had on it,” Namjoon replies, and he hopes dearly that the memory card isn’t broken. He knows that Jungkook has a lot of photos and videos on that phone that are very precious to him. Some of it to all of them.
“Poor Kookie,” Taehyung says with an exaggerated pout and strokes Jungkook’s hair.
Hoseok snickers again and goes back to the kitchen.
Namjoon is still holding Jungkook when Seokjin arrives back with Yoongi and Jimin in tow a few minutes later.
“Namjoon hyung broke my phone!” Jungkook says as soon as the three of them are in the living room.
“He did what?” Seokjin asks.
“Really, Joon-ah?” Yoongi says.
Namjoon winces. He’s gonna be hearing about this one for a while.
~Dorm door
Namjoon is dragging his feet up the stairs to the dorm. He’s tired from a long day of work, but honestly, he’s mostly frustrated. The song he’s working on for his mixtape isn’t coming out the way he wants it to, and he doesn’t know why, so he doesn’t know how to fix it. It’s annoying and frustrating as fuck, and he can’t ask Yoongi or Hoseok to look it over for him, because this is his mixtape, and he needs to do this on his own. He doesn’t mind asking for help, even for personal projects, but with his mixtape he needs to get a lot of his thoughts and feelings down on paper and he feels like he needs to do that by himself.
He has a deadline, too, even though Bang Sihyuk told him that the number of songs is up to him and he can just decide to have one less song, but Namjoon wants this song to be included. He just needs it to work, and it won’t, and he’s so frustrated.
He’s maybe not entirely paying attention when he kicks the door open and maybe that’s a bad idea.
There’s a loud crack, something that sounds like splintering, and the next thing he knows, the door is only hanging on the top hinge. The bottom one has been ripped out of the door, by the looks of it.
“HOLY SHIT!” it’s Hoseok and he sounds truly scared. Hoseok is scared easy, that’s true, but Namjoon kind of gets it this time, because they just heard someone break the door.
“Sorry guys!” he calls out.
“Namjoon?”
“Yeah.”
“Shit man, you scared the fuck out of us!” Hoseok says loudly.
“Seriously, what just happened?” Yoongi asks. “Did you break the door again or something?”
“Yes,” Namjoon sighs. This is not exactly improving his mood.
He can’t help but smile a little as he hangs his head when he hears Hoseok and the kids laughing at him, though. Their good moods just have a tendency to be infectious.
He’s joined in the hall by Yoongi not long after.
“Did you kick the door again?” he asks as he inspects the damage.
“Yes?” Namjoon replies, a little sheepish.
“I’ve told you that’s why you keep breaking things!” Yoongi says. “You should really start using your hands instead.”
“I know, hyung, I know,” Namjoon rolls his eyes a little, because really, Yoongi has said that a lot before. “I’m sorry. I was just in a bad mood.”
“Oh, why?” Yoongi turns away from the door to look at him.
“Just this song that I’m working on for my mixtape. It’s not working with me,” Namjoon explains. Yoongi pouts a little in sympathy and reaches out to rub Namjoon’s shoulder. It’s a little funny since Yoongi is so much smaller than him. Yoongi is the smallest in the group now that Jimin has grown a couple of centimeters, and Namjoon is the tallest.
“It’ll work out,” Yoongi says. Then he turns back to the door, just as Seokjin and Taehyung also enter the hall.
“God of Destruction strikes again,” Seokjin sighs, although he’s smiling. Taehyung starts giggling.
Apparently they heard Seokjin in the living room, because Namjoon hears Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jimin starting to laugh as well. “My misfortune is hilarious, I know!” he says, rolling his eyes a little. He makes sure to speak loud enough that the other three can hear them. It just makes all of them laugh even more, and it sets Seokjin and Yoongi off too.
“Get the toolbox, will you, Joon-ah?” Yoongi asks.
Namjoon opens the cupboard in the hall, pulls Yoongi’s toolbox out and hands it to him without a word. “Thanks,” Yoongi says. He’s starting to sound a little distracted.
“Have you had dinner yet, Namjoon-ah?” Seokjin asks. Namjoon shakes his head. He hadn’t been able to make himself go get something to eat when the song wouldn’t work. He’s been holed up in the Bangtan room all night working. “Go get something then. There’s leftovers in the fridge.”
“What kind?” Namjoon asks.
“Kimchi bokkeumbap,” Seokjin replies. Namjoon can feel the remains of his bad mood lifting almost immediately, because Seokjin makes great food and that sounds delicious.
So Namjoon leaves the room. There’s no use for him there anyway, Yoongi will fix the door on his own. In the living room, Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook are sitting on the couch, watching what looks like a drama show. Hoseok is in the middle, with Jungkook plastered against one side, playing some kind of game on his phone, and Jimin on his other side, his head in Hoseok’s lap, and honestly, that could’ve been Jimin’s decision or Hoseok’s.
“Ah, it’s the God of Destruction, gracing us with his presence!” Hoseok declares loudly, making both Jungkook and Jimin burst into laughter again.
“Yah! Be nice!” Namjoon complains. Not that he thinks it’s of any use, and it’s not. It just makes the three of them laugh even more.
He’s happy again, though, so he doesn’t mind if they mock him a little.
~Jimin’s tablet
Waiting backstage at a music show or an interview or a concert can be a little boring. It depends on how long they have to wait and how tired they are. Sometimes they all seven just take naps, sometimes half of them do and the other half entertain themselves.
They’re waiting to do a concert in Chile, and the wait backstage at a concert is always a few hours long. There’s still an hour until they have to go on stage, and Namjoon has already taken a nap, gotten dressed, and had his hair and makeup done. His phone is running low on battery, so he can’t use that for anything, really. Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook are having some kind of competition to see who can do best in one of Jungkook’s games. Hoseok and Yoongi are both sleeping, and Seokjin is writing in a notebook.
Namjoon thinks it might be lyrics, but he’s not sure. He knows that Seokjin wants to write more lyrics, and that he writes stuff he never wants to become a song just to practice making good rhymes and rhythms, creating a good flow and finding the right words. Namjoon doesn’t want to disturb him when he’s writing, and he’s not about to interrupt Yoongi or Hoseok when they’re napping just to entertain him. He also doesn’t want to be a part of the competition that the maknae line is having, or make them stop when they’re clearly having so much fun. He just needs to find some other kind of entertainment.
“Do any of you three have your tablets with you?” he asks.
“Uh…” is all Taehyung says, clearly far too wrapped up in his turn to play the game to talk.
“I do,” Jimin replies.
“Can I borrow it?” Namjoon asks.
“Of course,” Jimin gets up and rummages through his bag for a moment, then walks over to Namjoon with his tablet.
“Thanks,” Namjoon says and takes it. Jimin smiles at him, and he automatically returns it, and Jimin heads back to Taehyung and Jungkook.
Namjoon gets the tablet turned on and types in the password, because they all know each other’s tablet passwords. Namjoon knows Hoseok’s and Jungkook’s phone passwords as well, and he’s pretty sure they all six know the password to his phone, just in case they find it when he’s lost is, or just in case he has forgotten himself.
He decides to check the news, keep himself oriented about the happenings in the world. He’s halfway through an article about the El Niño when he lets go of the tablet with one hand to scroll down, but somehow the tablet slips from his fingers and drops to the ground with a crash.
The screen breaks pretty much instantly.
Everyone awake looks at him and the broken tablet immediately.
Namjoon looks at the floor, feeling a little horrified, and then looks up at Jimin, who’s looking at the tablet, shocked. When he looks up at Namjoon, his eyes are sad.
“I’m so sorry,” Namjoon says quickly. He feels awful.
“It’s okay, hyung. You didn’t mean to,” Jimin says, giving Namjoon a soft, sad smile.
It just makes Namjoon feel even worse.
He’s not sure if it would have been better if Jimin had gotten angry and shouted at him or something, and he does appreciate that Jimin isn’t mad at him, that Jimin knows it was an accident, but Jimin’s soft smile and empathy just makes Namjoon feel worse for breaking something of his.
“I’ll buy you a new one as soon as I can, I promise,” Namjoon says.
“Thanks,” Jimin walks over to pick up his tablet and inspect it. “What happened?”
“I don’t know, it just slipped,” Namjoon says apologetically.
“How bad is it?” Jimin sounds so sad, Namjoon just wants to hug him and apologize.
“Try turning it on,” Namjoon suggests. The screen is black, but it might still work perfectly fine; it might just be the screen that’s broken. Or it might be entirely broken.
Jimin presses the on button, a few times even, and nothing happens. “Looks like it’s completely broken.”
“I am so sorry,” Namjoon says.
“It’s okay, it was an accident,” Jimin smiles at him again. It’s a sad smile though, not bright like his smiles usually are, and it just makes Namjoon feel even more guilty.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” Namjoon says, reaching out to hold Jimin’s hand. He needs to comfort him somehow. He’s thankful and appreciative that Jimin isn’t mad at him, but then again, Jimin rarely gets mad at any of them, ever. He’s thankful that Jimin is taking the destruction of his tablet rather well, although he does look very sad, and Namjoon knows that there was stuff on that tablet that Jimin didn’t want to lose.
“Thank you. Although you did break it, so that’s only fair,” Jimin says. He looks at the tablet in his hand. “I really liked this one, though.”
“The memory card probably isn’t broken. I don’t think you’ve lost anything,” Namjoon says in an effort to cheer him up just a little.
“That’s good,” Jimin does brighten up a little bit at that and Namjoon squeezes his hand.
“First Jungkook’s phone and now Jimin’s tablet,” Seokjin says. “I’m never letting you borrow anything from me again.”
Namjoon is sitting on a couch, so he picks up a pillow with his free hand and promptly throws it at Seokjin. Seokjin manages to catch it, even though he’s laughing so hard he’s tipping to the side. Taehyung and Jungkook are laughing just as hard, and, more importantly right now, Jimin is laughing too. It makes Namjoon feel a little less guilty.
“What’s going on?” Hoseok asks groggily. Clearly they’ve woken him up.
“Namjoon hyung broke Jimin’s tablet,” Taehyung informs him. Hoseok snorts.
“Namjoon, please. Control yourself,” he says. He sounds highly amused.
Namjoon picks up another pillow, and this one hits Hoseok square in the face. Everyone breaks out laughing again, and even more so when that wakes up Yoongi.
~Seokjin
They’ve been practicing the choreography for Run for days now, and Namjoon feels like he should be able to do it in his sleep by now.
Unfortunately, that’s just not how it works.
He knows most of the choreography by now. He knows the basics and generally where he’s supposed to be, but he still doesn’t quite know exactly how he needs to move his arms at some points, or exactly how his feet are supposed to move. It would be more frustrating if he wasn’t so used to it by now, and anyway, he’s not the only one having problems. Seokjin is in pretty much the same place he is, and both Yoongi and Taehyung are also still having a little trouble. Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook, entirely unsurprisingly, have got the choreography down pat.
Honestly, Namjoon wishes dancing came as easy to him as it does to them. It would make his life so much easier.
They’ve only just started today’s practice, and have thus only run through the choreography a handful of times at most, so none of them are feeling totally exhausted yet, which is why Namjoon doesn’t mind asking for a little help with the parts he’s still not good at. If it had been six hours into dance practice, he’d just want to use the breaks for collapsing in pain.
Right now, they’re having a break and they’re all cluttering around the cooling fan in the corner to cool down, all still on their feet.
“Jimin-ah,” Namjoon says. Jimin looks at him. “Could you help me with some of the moves?”
“Me too,” Seokjin says.
“Sure,” Jimin says. The three of them step away while Hoseok points out to Yoongi that he still needs to work a little on his footwork, and Yoongi groans.
Jimin slowly walks Seokjin and Namjoon through the dance for the last part of Yoongi’s verse. There’s some fairly fast arm movement in that part that both Namjoon and Seokjin are still struggling with, so Jimin goes through it with them at a pace that makes it easier. He’s not shy of telling them when they’re doing it wrong, but one of the reasons why Jimin is Seokjin’s favorite dance teacher, and probably also Namjoon’s, is that Jimin is possibly the most supportive and understanding soul ever.
It’s not that they don’t like learning from Hoseok or Jungkook, or their actual dance teacher, not at all. It’s just that they like extra lessons with Jimin a little better.
Jimin tells them to go through the moves at regular speed, and when they do, that’s when it happens.
Namjoon’s arm smacks into Seokjin’s face.
“Oh my god, hyung, I’m so sorry!” he says immediately, feeling flustered. Seokjin has stumbled a little, but he’s still standing. He’s holding his head, though, and from what Namjoon can see of his face, he looks like he’s in pain. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Seokjin mumbles.
“What the hell, what happened?” Yoongi asks as he and the rest of them come over to crowd around Seokjin with Jimin and Namjoon.
“Namjoon hyung accidentally hit him in the face,” Jimin explains. He’s trying to pry Seokjin’s hand away to get a look at the damage.
“I’m really sorry, hyung,” Namjoon says. “Does it hurt?”
“Of course it hurts,” Seokjin laughs. The fact that he’s still in fairly high spirits makes Namjoon very relieved.
“Hyung, let me see,” Jimin says and finally manages to pry Seokjin’s hand away.
His eye looks a little red and so does the side of his face, but it doesn’t look bad. Then again, if it bruises, then it won’t get any real color change for a while still, but right now it doesn’t look that bad, and Seokjin doesn’t seem like he’s very hurt, so that good, at least. He winces a little when Jimin gently pokes the area that Namjoon hit, but no more than that.
“Can you still see straight?” Jimin asks.
“Yeah, I’m fine, honestly,” Seokjin assures them. “I promise, I’m good. My face hurts, but I’m fine.”
“Good,” Namjoon sighs in relief.
“We should get an icepack on that, though,” Jimin says. “Tae, can you get one?”
Taehyung nods and heads over to the freezer kept in one of the side rooms for exactly this kind of purpose.
“I’m starting to think that Jimin kicking you in the head last summer, when the two of you learned that b-boy routine, that that was karma for all the times you’ve hit us during practice,” Yoongi muses.
Namjoon can literally feel the heat rising to his face.
“Hey! I never do it on purpose!” he protests.
“Neither did I!” Jimin says. His face is also looking very pink from embarrassment at the memory.
Everyone else is laughing, though, even Seokjin, even though he’s holding his hand over his face again. Taehyung comes back with an icepack, which Jimin carefully puts on Seokjin’s face, and Seokjin winces again, but he’s still smiling.
“Thanks, Jimin-ah,” he says.
“You’re welcome, hyung,” Jimin smiles. “But it’s a good thing you’re on Namjoon’s other side in the actual choreography.”
Namjoon shoves him, and Jimin immediately starts giggling.
At least they can all still have fun when he accidentally breaks something. Even if what he accidentally breaks is another member. If he had to feel awful every time, if they judged him every time, he’d never get to feel good about himself. But thankfully, they all laugh when it happens, either with him or at him.
They don’t call him the God of Destruction for nothing.