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“Don’t worry, Joon-ah, we’ll make it home before the storm!”
That’s the last thing Namjoon can coherently remember. He’s not exactly sure what time it is or how long they’ve been giggling and yelling over each other, but he’s pretty sure it’s way past the time they were supposed to be heading home.
“Hyung! It’s your turn!” Jungkook shouts, nudging his side. They were playing Uno now, the third game they’ve played tonight and this round has been nothing short of chaotic.
Namjoon puts down a Draw 4, resulting in Seokjin screaming at him.
“Yah! I’m out! I’m not doing this anymore! You’re all ganging up on me!” Seokjin yells, getting up onto his knees and pointing a finger at the discard pile.
Namjoon hides behind his cards, laughing at how red his oldest hyung is getting, both from the alcohol and the anger.
“You can’t get out, hyung! You have to finish the game.” Jimin bites back, giggling.
“It’s honestly deserved for cheating in the last round.” Yoongi adds, taking a sip of his beer.
“I did not cheat!”
“You did!”
A chorus of agreements follow suit, each man talking louder over the other. It’s a melody Namjoon is acutely familiar with, having shared the last 10 years of his life with the rowdy bunch of boys. He doesn’t hear it as often as he’d like these days, so the noise level is a welcomed comfort.
Seokjin reluctantly gathers his cards after a bout of arguing and the color is switched to blue, much to Taehyung’s displeasure.
Namjoon rubs his temples and sighs, leaning back against the leather couch and stretching his legs out. They’d moved to the floor some time ago, and his aching joints are not as keen to the hard surface as they used to be.
Jungkook takes the opportunity to lay his head on Namjoon’s lap, holding his cards to his chest. “No peeking, hyung.”
“I won’t, bun.” Namjoon smiles, running a hand though Jungkook’s hair. It’s almost instant when the rest of the group gets comfortable, leaning on each other and lazily throwing cards in the middle of them.
Namjoon loves them the most like this. Done with the day's work, cuddled up like a litter of puppies and enjoying each other's company. The past few years of varying schedules and military duties and tours had put a bit of a strain on their relationship. They still spent time together whenever they could, but Namjoon can’t remember the last time it was just the seven of them like this.
It happened by accident honestly. They were scheduled to do a livestream right after a team meeting and Namjoon had suggested having it at his place since he lived in the middle of everyone. Everyone agreed, bringing snacks and drinks, dressing down in comfortable clothes and sitting around Namjoon’s living room as their staff went over their upcoming workload with them.
After the live, the staff left, but the boys lingered, still a bit buzzed from their previous drinking game on live and giggling at the comments. Namjoon had already ordered food and Seokjin and Jungkook were already digging through his collection of board games, so he figured it would be a while before everyone called it a night.
That was over three hours ago. Or maybe it was four..
“New rule!” Taehyung suddenly says, holding up an unopened bottle of soju. “If you play a Draw 4 and the other person doesn’t want to draw, they have to take a shot.”
“Everyone is just going to drink anyway.” Yoongi says. “It has to be more complex.”
“What if you are only allowed to do it every other time? Like if you drink on your first turn, you can’t drink on your second turn?” Jimin suggests.
“Yes! Yes! Jimin you genius!” Hoseok laughs, giggling and reaching over to kiss Jimin’s cheek. He claps his hands and starts gathering the pile of cards, folding them into a shuffle. “Okay, last round. We’re going again.”
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“What are you guys bringing on tour?” Jimin asks, leaning against the kitchen counter.
They’d moved to the kitchen, where Yoongi was slicing up Namjoon’s strawberries. The three of them were the best at handling their liquor, while the other four were giddy and conversing on Namjoon’s couch.
The snowfall had begun hours ago, but it was just starting to finally stick as the temperatures continued to drop. Namjoon quietly thanked his decision to go with heated flooring throughout the entire condo instead of just in the bathroom.
“I’m not sure. We’ll be traveling a lot more than we have in the past few tours.” Yoongi mutters. He gives Jimin a slice of strawberry, smiling when the younger bites his fingertip.
“I think I’m gonna bring a journal. Get something memorable from each stop.” Namjoon says. Jimin smiles up at him, pulling him in for a hug. Namjoon hums at the warmth blooming in his chest from where Jimin nuzzles into him. Yoongi smiles at the pair, passing them a strawberry to share.
“I might bring a camera. Jungkook has been mentioning getting back into filming so I think I wanna try photography again” Yoongi pushes the chopped fruit into a bowl, setting it aside.
“That’d be great hyung! You and Jungkookie can make a photobook.” Jimin giggles, slurring his words a bit.
Yoongi hums, grabbing a chocolate bar from Namjoon’s not-so-secret stash. It’s really only a secret from his trainer who knows Namjoon’s affinity for a sweet treat. The man does not justify rewarding two years of hard military training with the occasional slice of cheesecake. Especially with a tour coming up.
But Namjoon is much too tipsy to care about that right now.
Yoongi chops up a few pieces of chocolate before putting them in a bowl with some olive oil and sliding it into the microwave. Namjoon watches as the chocolate melts, mouth already watering at the thought of the sugar on his tongue.
When they return to the living room, treats in hand, the four are still on the couch, talking over each other and giggling. Taehyung has taken to spreading out to his full height, sprawled across the three of them with his head in Jungkook’s lap, thighs draping over Seokjin and Hoseok lightly massaging his feet. He doesn’t seem interested in the conversation at hand, content to just rest his eyes, but at the smell of chocolate, Taehyung perks up, smiling wide.
“Hyung, you made it!” Taehyung exclaims, sitting up. He waits for Yoongi to drop off the treats on the side table and presses a kiss to the older man’s lips.
“Of course, you wouldn’t stop bothering me about it.” Yoongi groans, but Namjoon can see the way his cheeks pink up just a bit.
“Ah, remember when Yoongi-hyung made us all jajangmyeon after practice? I think that was the best meal he ever made.” Jungkook boasts, nodding to himself.
“You made sauce with white wine, right?” Hoseok asks.
“Uh, I think?” Yoongi scratches his head and joins them on the couch, bringing a leg up to his chest.
“No, I think it was red wine. We were running out of sauce and hyung needed it to stretch for all of us.” Jimin adds.
“You’re right! Red wine and garlic! Oh my god that was so good.” Hoseok sighs as he takes a bite of a chocolate dipped strawberry into his mouth, melting back against Seokjin.
Namjoon tunes out the rest of their conversation to nibble at the fruit, taking the pieces that’s fed to him by Taehyung and blushing when he gets a bit of chocolate on his cheek. Tae laughs at him, leaning over his lap to lick it off before they’re falling into each other once again.
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An hour later, Namjoon finds himself outside with Taehyung and Jungkook, passing a cigarette between the three of them on his balcony. They’ve huddled up in a blanket, shivering into each other. Namjoon has taken the role of heat supply, Jungkook and Taehyung nuzzled into either side of him.
The snow continues to fall in a heavy blanket, the street below blanketed in white. It’s surprising quite, not many people on the roads this time of night and Namjoon can only assume a majority of them have already tucked off to bed.
Namjoon had half a mind to check the time, seeing it was just nearing 2am when Taehyung had bugged him for a smoke, leaving them in their current predicament.
“I can’t believe my vape died.” Jungkook huffs, passing the cig to Namjoon, who takes it with frozen fingers.
“I can’t believe hyung doesn’t have a vape charger.” Taehyung also grumbles.
“I can’t believe the two of you still use vapes. They’re gross.” Namjoon chuckles at the sounds of disagreement that comes from the two, taking one last drag before passing it to Taehyung.
“They’re sweeter and cigarettes burn my throat. Plus hyung started before me so it’s really his fault.” Jungkook says, sticking his tongue out at Taehyung.
“Hey! No one forced you to try my juul that day. I actually advised you against it.” Taehyung adds, passing the cigarette to Jungkook.
“Wait, you were the reason he started smoking? Why haven’t I heard this story?” Namjoon asks, hissing when a gust of wind creeps under the blanket, the three of them huddling closer.
“I think it was the Wings tour?” Taehyung tilts his head, looking to Jungkook for confirmation.
“Mm, no I think it was the summer after that. We were in LA..” Jungkook supplies.
“You’re right! We were in LA and Jimin, Jungkook and I were sharing a room. Jimin was teasing me about something-“
“He was annoyed because you kept hitting it in the room.”
“There wasn’t a smell though, so no one would’ve known.”
Jungkook laughs, leaning his head on Namjoon’s shoulder. “There was still a no smoking rule in the hotel.”
“Anyways. Jimin was mad about me vaping in the room and Jungkookie here wanted to know how it tasted since there wasn’t much of a smell.” Taehyung explains. Namjoon gives Jungkook a scolding look, which he hides from under the blanket. “To be fair, I told him it wasn’t smart for him to start smoking.”
“It was my rebellious phase.” Jungkook adds, giggling a bit.
“The brat literally took my juul from me and hit it.”
“It tasted awful.”
Namjoon shakes his head, slightly worried about his own effect on the younger two as he looks over at the pack of cigarettes sitting on the small table in front of them.
Eventually the cigarette is finished and Namjoon is not keen on dying of hypothermia, so the three of them huddle back inside. Someone has brought out more of Namjoon’s belongings, books and wine and snacks scattered about. He’s not truly bothered by it, but a small part of him nags at the thought of cleaning all of this up later.
“Joon-ah, where’s your spare blankets?” Seokjin walks up to him with a flush to his cheeks. He grabs Namjoon’s arm and leans into him, swaying a little. Namjoon holds him steady, laughing at his drunken state.
“They’re in my closet, hyung. You look like you need some water.” The cigarette sobered Namjoon up a bit, enough that he can tell a few of his members are definitely far past the tipsy stage.
“No, ah, Jiminie.. he— where’s Jimin?” Seokjin frowns, looking around the room. Namjoon holds onto his waist.
“What do you need from me, hyung? Are you cold?” Namjoon slides his hands under Jin’s shirt just to tease, knowing he would squeal and jump out of his arms at the temperature change.
“Namjoon!” Seokjin hits him, but almost trips over his own feet. Namjoon steadies him once again with a hand on his lower back.
“Okay, I think you’re done for the night.” Namjoon ignores his whines of disagreement, leading Seokjin into the kitchen. It takes all of five minutes for Namjoon to convince Jin to finish off a full bottle, the older man adamant with getting Namjoon to make out with him instead.
Eventually Seokjin gives in, huffing as he shows off the empty water bottle. Namjoon rewards him with a kiss of course, and Jin completely forgets why he was mad in the first place.
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The power goes out sometime around 3am. There are candles lit around the room and the coffee table has been pushed off to the side, replaced by piles of spare blankets and pillows. A cold chill has quickly replaced the previously warm air within the home, despite the top-of-the-line insulation throughout the condo. Even the leather of the couch is cold against Namjoon’s back.
They’ve taken to bundling up with each other, arms and legs a tangled mess within miles of blankets, not sure where one arm ends and the other begins. Namjoon gets an overwhelming sense of nostalgia, remembering nights like this at their old dorm, where you could feel the winter breeze from every corner of the home.
No one has said anything in a while and Namjoon is almost convinced they’re all asleep until Jungkook speaks up.
“Any updates, hyung?” Their youngest asks. Namjoon has no idea where he is, but he sounds close.
Namjoon pulls his phone free, once again checking his texts from the building manager. There have been no new updates since the first text, which bums Namjoon out once again. “Nothing yet, bun.”
The group sighs, once again settling down, cuddling even closer. It’s surprisingly warm with seven bodies pressed together. Namjoon almost wants to bury his head under the covers and fall asleep, but keeping watch has always been an instinctual habit for him in times of duress. He knows himself well enough to know that his brain will not shut off until things are back to their proper state.
Yoongi knows this too apparently.
“We should try to get some sleep. It’s the middle of the night anyway.” Yoongi says. He’s the closest to Namjoon, laying on the man’s side with an arm wrapped around his waist. Yoongi squeezes and Namjoon looks over at him.
“Jimin and Tae are already out.” Hoseok says from somewhere behind him. Namjoon knows this, because Taehyung’s leg is a heavy weight on his own, limp with sleep, he suspected.
Yoongi curls a hand around Namjoon’s neck, warming the skin there. Namjoon’s eyes flutter close just a bit before he’s blinking them back awake. “I’m fine, hyung.”
“So are we. Just go to sleep. You look exhausted.” Yoongi gives him a pointed look, one that holds no room for argument. Namjoon huffs, mostly because he’s being treated like a maknae right now and Yoongi doesn’t pull out that card as often anymore.
Still, he closes his eyes and leans into Yoongi, Taehyung shifting closer behind him as well, and dozes off.
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When he wakes again, the lights are on and the tv is loudly blasting a movie they were previously watching. Namjoon is shushed before he even had a moment to complain, warm hands in his hair. He hears whispers and quiet shuffling before everything goes dark again, a new warmth now flooding the air around him.
He doesn’t think much of it, too tired to pull himself up to investigate and decidedly falls back to sleep.
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The next morning, Namjoon wakes up to the smell of coffee and an awful backache. He groans, squinting his eyes open to see he’s been left on the couch with Taehyung, the two of them seeming to be the last ones to wake.
The room is dim, but Namjoon can tell the sun is out. However, the thought of any light makes a headache start to bloom. A groan involuntarily escapes him.
“Schedules are canceled today.” Jimin greets him with a smile and a mug, helping him sit up. “Hyungs made breakfast and coffee. We cleaned up a bit while you two slept.”
Namjoon wants to thank him, but his mouth hasn’t quite made the connection to his brain just yet. Instead he smiles up at Jimin, a wordless thanks as he takes the mug.
Taehyung soon wakes up after him, smacking his lip and frowning. Namjoon passes him the mug of coffee and they share a few sips before finally joining the rest of the group in the dining room.
“Morning.” Namjoon groans, stretching a bit before he sits down.
“What time is it?” Taehyung asks, voice deep with sleep. He sits next to Jungkook, rubbing his eyes and looking around the table of food.
“Almost noon. It’s still snowing pretty heavily so our schedules have been cancelled.” Jungkook offers. He passes a plate to Taehyung, filling it with different foods.
“Are we okay to stay until the snow clears, Joon-ah?” Seokjin asks. He doesn’t look hungover at all and the thought makes Namjoon want to punch him a little.
“Hm? Yeah, s’fine.” Namjoon says, taking another sip of coffee.
“I call dibs on the first shower.” Hoseok adds.
“Second!” Jungkook and Jimin said immediately after. The two of them begin to argue over who said it the fastest, leading to a group debate Namjoon had no intention of mediating.
Instead, he walks off, only grinning when he turns the shower head on and is immediately met with rushed knocking on the locked bathroom door.
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