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After coming out to the whole group about his relationship with Namjoon, Jimin feels like a 100-ton weight has been lifted off his chest, though nothing much has changed between the two of them, specifically in how they act around each other. They are still very private people, and not to mention, their mansion is not occupied by just the seven of them. There are also staff, producers (musical geniuses) from all around the world, and a production crew trying their best to document this very important period of the group’s comeback.
Between them, there are still secret glances, comforting pats on the back, firm holds of the shoulder, sometimes thigh, sometimes waist, and occasionally business-like handshakes. When the curtains are closed, however, kisses are planted on their faces, their hair, their foreheads, and their lips. The touches are bolder. The eye contact lingers longer. The distance gets breached. They stay glued together whenever they have the chance to be together, even when all they end up doing that night is just talking. They face the same internal struggles, and they know each other well enough to always give the best comfort the other could ask for.
They like the version of themselves that they become when they are around each other, and to be honest, isn’t that enough?
After the awkwardness and guilt that come with telling the members about his relationship pass, Jimin has never felt more invigorated. He looks at the ceiling while lying on the bed-couch in the studio with Namjoon’s head on his chest, the older’s arm wrapped around his waist, and thinks about how honest he should be with ARMY, the people he holds dear to his heart, the fans who have given him the world and whom he can never stop feeling thankful for. Will there be a day when he can tell them about him and Namjoon?
“Deep in thought again, babe? Wanna talk?” Namjoon does not move an inch and speaks through Jimin’s shirt, tickling the younger and bringing out a low chuckle from his boyfriend.
“Yeah.” Jimin naturally slides his fingers through Namjoon’s locks of dark roots he hasn’t retouched, combing through Namjoon's hair and absentmindedly untangling strands while he searches for the right words. “I want to be honest about our relationship with all the people I love, and I can’t exclude ARMY from that list. But I know that’s practically digging a hole for our career.”
“Yeah, it sucks. I have thought about that for a long time too,” Namjoon agrees.
“What’s your take on this?” This is the one question that is always present in their conversations, even since their debut days. To Jimin, Namjoon’s perspective is always refreshing and insightful. He always has something interesting to say, no matter how random the topic they are talking about is.
Namjoon lets out a quiet hum, the sound vibrating faintly against Jimin's chest. “The stakes are too high. With the risk outweighing what we can possibly gain.” Namjoon subconsciously tightens the grasp of his arms around Jimin’s ribs. “Worst case, everything will fall apart. I will lose Bangtan, lose you, and then lose… me. I’m not ready for that.” Not after what happened in 2023, when he had fought demons in his head just to stay sane, fighting an internal battle for months straight and not being able to find the him he wanted to be.
There are certain wounds that never completely disappear. They heal, they scar over, but every now and then they ache. The confidence usually present in Namjoon's voice falters for a second, and that doesn't escape Jimin's attention. The words are spoken calmly, but Jimin can hear the fear underneath them; because, despite how collected Namjoon wants himself to be perceived, fear still reaches him too.
Jimin leans down to gently plant a kiss on Namjoon's forehead to comfort him, then softly answers. “I totally understand, because neither do I.”
For a moment, neither of them says anything. The silence isn't uncomfortable. It's the kind they have learned to share over the years, where simply being together feels like part of the conversation.
After a while, Namjoon finally continues, letting his train of thought flow freely without disruption. “It does not apply to just our relationship, it has been a recurrent theme for me. I am constantly reminded that I can never show the fans all the sides of Kim Namjoon. I learned the hard way that our words can be dissected in a million different ways, and what we try to get across will never be understood just for what it is. And we humans are so complicated that the possibilities for misinterpretation are infinite.”
Keywords: learned the hard way. It's never easy to forget the times when he got dragged for getting his words twisted out of their original meaning. The song lyrics on his story, people overcomplicating of what he shared on livestreams... He has been put through a lot of shit.
“I understand.” It's Jimin's habit of talking to include simple words of acknowledgement when he talks, to show the other person how actively he's listening and thinking about what they said. He then continues. “Communication is necessary, but it is so hard to do it right. We have to cater to who we are talking to, but ARMY is a wide community who share different thoughts.”
They could expect all kinds of responses, including backlash. Namjoon and Jimin know it very well, given how both of them used to be the targets of a lot of negative comments after debut. Because Jimin know the pain miscommunication could bring, he always found himself hurting on behalf of his boyfriend, who is supposedly the voice of the whole group.
Namjoon hums in agreement. Jimin’s fingers continue threading through the older’s hair, slow and rhythmic, giving him room to untangle his thoughts.
Namjoon's mind jumps to the times where he went live and poured his heart out, sharing his work life in detail to fans. "Every time I get things off my chest to the fans, I constantly get reminded how messy things can turn out to be, so I hold a lot of things back. And I simply… don’t like that version of me on camera, because I can’t feel like myself if I do that. Do you get what I mean?”
“Yes. You want to be honest, but the possibility of consequences scares you and won’t let you be honest.”
A smile tugs at the corner of Namjoon's lips. Of course Jimin manages to condense minutes of his rambling into a single sentence. “Exactly. I like how you always summarize my thoughts so well.” A talkative chatterbox who speaks a paragraph and a listener who identifies the core and shortens said words into one sentence, what a perfect pair. But Namjoon's mind wanders around to find the root of the supposedly problematic perception. “My friends always say I talk too much. Too… all over the place. Could that be the problem?”
“You still hit the nail on the head with every topic you bring up. And I like that you talk a lot, it gives me more information to process.”
“But if I talk less, they would have fewer things to overanalyze, right?” This is how Namjoon's brain works. He pessimistically focuses on one bad thing and unintentionally skips the good part of Jimin's sentence.
“Don’t change who you are just for that reason. That’s silly.” Jimin boops Namjoon's nose.
That finally earns a laugh from Namjoon. A proper one. “I don’t want to change either, I pulled a ten thanks to it anyway.” Namjoon grins widely, suddenly pulls himself out of the cuddle and cups Jimin’s face in his hands (god, his hands are so big that the palms completely cover Jimin’s puffy cheeks), momentarily mesmerized by his boyfriend’s beauty before leaning down to put a peck on his lips.
It's Jimin who immediately utters the words: “You’re so cute, hyung.” What Jimin sees is his boyfriend not being afraid to be affectionate with him anymore. They have come a long way from carefully watching every touch and every glance. Maybe that’s why he falls a little too hard for the puppy eyes Namjoon is giving him right now - the guy is looking like a golden retriever.
“You stole my line.” Namjoon is being completely honest, he was just about to compliment him after the kiss. “You’re so cute, Jimin.”
The compliment makes Jimin's nose wrinkle out of pure happiness. They giggle for a while before lying down again, this time with Jimin snuggling into Namjoon’s chest. The thin sheet of makeshift blanket shifts around them as they settle into a new position. Namjoon's heartbeat is now steady beneath Jimin's ear.
“Hyung, have you thought about turning it into a song?” Jimin said, his finger drawing circles on Namjoon’s biceps.
“Which part of it?” The question is immediate. Jimin almost smiles at how fast Namjoon's brain switches tracks whenever music is involved.
“The internal struggle between the desire to lay bare everything, and the fear of being too vulnerable.”
Namjoon's eyebrows pull together. He shifts slightly beneath Jimin, clearly turning the idea over in his head. “Wouldn’t that be difficult to pull off?”
“How so?”
“Because the moment we write about wanting to hide parts of ourselves, listeners will naturally ask: from whom?” Namjoon explains. “And for us, the answer is complicated. Sometimes it’s the media, sometimes it’s expectations, sometimes it’s ourselves. But people might immediately assume we’re talking about fans.” He pauses for a moment. “And I don’t want the song to sound like we’re blaming them. That would be the last thing I want our fans to think.”
That careful leader instinct again. Jimin can practically see it happening in real time, the way Namjoon instinctively searches for every possible misunderstanding before it can happen.
“You’re approaching it like a livestream, like every sentence needs a disclaimer attached. A song doesn’t. Art is up to the audience's interpretation. You know it better than anyone else, you lyrics genius.”
For a second, Namjoon just stared at Jimin. Then the realization hits.
“Oh my god.” He drags a hand down his face dramatically, making Jimin snort. Namjoon feels so dumb after Jimin points out something that obvious. They are in fact, his own words in an interview he did way back, and such a fact slips his mind. He had turned on that careful leader mode again after military, and couldn’t seem to turn it off at times; Jimin know that well. He suddenly turns to Jimin. “Baby, are you working on any project right now? With Jungkook? Taehyung? Hoseok? Anyone?”
“No, just vocal practice these days. Why do you ask?”
The excitement building in Namjoon's eyes is answer enough. Jimin recognizes that look immediately. It is the look that appears right before an idea takes over his entire brain.
“Come to my studio tomorrow. Not at our usual time, but in the morning.” In case it has not been clear, their usual time is at night, after work, for cuddles. “We gonna make that song together.”
*****
Namjoon racks his brains that night trying to think of a key line, and he finally gets it.
“You make me weak.”
The songwriters, plus Jimin, all give Namjoon their full attention as he begins to explain the various meanings of the phrase and what he wants to convey in the song. This is sort of a ritual he does at the beginning of any writing collab he leads, since he wants everyone to be on the same page about the one thing he considers most important: the message.
“First meaning is being soft. You make me weak, something you say to someone you love, right? I’m soft for you." He gestures vaguely with his hands.
Jimin immediately regrets making eye contact with him because Namjoon is now clearly using him as a visual aid. He can’t lie, that makes him blush a little.
"Then comes the second meaning, which is being vulnerable. I lower my guard with you, so I risk getting hurt by your love when I'm with you."
Jimin notices the way Namjoon starts talking faster whenever he's excited about an idea, and cracks a little smile. The discussion continues from there, with everyone throwing out ideas and possible directions while Namjoon tries to untangle whatever instinct had made him like the phrase in the first place. Whether any of those ideas would survive until the final version of the song is another matter entirely, but the phrase that remains at the center of it all is "You make me weak".
“Hey, someone I love! You make me weak!" Jimin jokingly elbows Namjoon after the discussion. "Wanna know why?"
“Why?” He absentmindedly replies.
What a mistake, because Jimin immediately lights up with the expression of someone who has just been handed the perfect opportunity to be annoying. “Because after every time we spend the night together, my legs-“
“Jimin!” Namjoon quickly covers the younger’s mouth with one hand, clearly flustered. The tips of Namjoon's ears are already turning red.
“What? There’s no one.” Jimin gets visibly confused. Namjoon would normally let him finish the joke and then pinch his cheeks while calling him dirty-minded.
“I guess my presence is negligible to you lovebirds.” Jungkook speaks up and wiggles his arm from the dark corner of the room, just to make his presence known.
Jimin nearly jumps out of his skin, the reaction has Jungkook fighting himself not to laugh.
“When the fuck did you come in?!" Jimin has stayed in the studio the whole time and did not notice the moment Jungkook came in the room.
In his defense, the younger member is dressed entirely in black, which is nothing new, but combined with the dim studio lighting, he genuinely looks like he materialized out of the shadows.
“When the songwriters walked out." Jungkook sincerely answers. "I wanted to show Namjoon hyung the new song I made with Hobi hyung but maybe that can wait…” Jungkook says, raising his hand to show the black USB drive to prove he’s not lying. It dangles from his fingers like evidence being presented in court.
“He's wearing all black and my studio is kinda dark…” Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose as he lets out a sigh, explaining the situation. There is no real frustration in his voice, just resignation. This is hardly the first time Jungkook has appeared somewhere unexpectedly.
“And your vision is like 6.5/10 without prescription glasses.” Jungkook adds while pointing at Jimin.
This cheeky brat, Jimin thinks to himself.
Noticing how the two aren't in a welcoming mood, Jungkook doesn't waste anytime and excuses himself right after everyone understands how the awkward situation came about. “Alright alright, please keep going, gentlemen. I will pretend I didn’t hear anything.”
“Really?” Jimin narrows his eyes suspiciously. He trusts Jungkook with his life, but not with gossip. Jungkook promising he will not spill the tea? The Jungkook he knows?
“If that story appears on our group chat later, that’s clearly because Taehyung hyung eavesdropped on you guys somehow.” Sure. In this totally soundproof studio. Jungkook somehow manages to say this with a completely straight face, without even a hint of shame.
As soon as the younger finishes his sentence, he sprints through the studio door, swiftly closing it behind him. The silence lasts approximately half a second.
“Jungkook!! Stop right there you brat!!” Jimin runs right after him as the two begin their Tom and Jerry chase inside the shared mansion. Giggles from the younger can be clearly heard echoing through the walls.
Namjoon just laughs as he watches them having fun. Oh, cuties.
*****
Namjoon plays the song in front of Jimin and the songwriters for the first time.
As the final notes fade into the room, silence settles over the studio for a few seconds. Nobody says anything, not because the song is bad, it's actually quite the opposite. Namjoon sits nearest to the speakers, one hand resting on the computer mouse. He doesn't look at anyone immediately. Instead, he keeps his eyes on the waveform displayed on the monitor, replaying the song again inside his own head and silently judging.
He shakes his head. “This won’t fit anywhere in our album.” and gets silent nods of agreement from a few songwriters, who immediately spot the problem.
“The arrangement is good. The melody is good. If I heard this from another artist, I would probably love it.” Namjoon laughs under his breath, though there isn't anything particularly funny about this. “But it’s just that - a love song. The double meaning we intended is nowhere to be found. We failed.”
Jimin feels his stomach sink a little. "No, it's not a failure.” He quickly jumps in to defend it, mostly because he can't stand his boyfriend straight up calling the work a failure. He can’t let anyone straight up discredit Namjoon's work like that, even if that is Kim Namjoon himself. “Can’t we adjust the lyrics to include it?”
"Even so, the melody in the hook just sounds too sweet. Trying to squeeze any other meaning in would feel forced.” He rubs the back of his neck before looking away from the screen entirely. “I didn't do a great job here."
The hook had felt perfect while writing it. Now, listening back with fresh ears, all he can hear is affection, warmth, and longing - the exact things they had been trying to disguise. This song has become an outpouring of love to Jimin, a private love letter he is not ready for the world to find out about.
Jimin lowers his gaze to his hands. He hates that he understands immediately. The song really does sound too personal. But still… While anyone else might hear a sweet melody, Jimin hears the way Namjoon looks at him when he thinks nobody is paying attention. He hears late-night conversations, the quiet moments on couches and in studios and hotel rooms. And maybe that is exactly why he doesn’t want the song to just disappear into a forgotten folder somewhere.
"I can try writing a new hook." Jimin proposes, wondering if he sounds too desperate to keep the song and whether the other songwriters have picked up on that.
However, one songwriter gently turns Jimin’s offer down. "A new hook, potentially a new melody for the pre-chorus cuz that sounds lovey dovey too. Maybe it's just faster if we write a new one." It is to save everyone’s time, apparently. No one is fighting for this song the way Jimin is.
"Well, this one is going to that pile of songs then." Namjoon says with a small laugh to himself.
It is a familiar fate. Every album is built on a mountain of songs that never make the final cut. Some are forgotten, some get recycled years later, some become private favorites known only to the people who made them. This one, apparently, is heading toward that pile.
Knowing that, Jimin can't even force out a smile.
After the discussion ends and the songwriters leave the studio, a voice comes from the corner of the room.
“That song is a banger.” Jungkook raises his hand and gives his two cents even though no one asked. His closet seems to exclusively contain all black outfits, which blend right in with the dim lights in Namjoon’s studio.
At this point, nobody even reacts to the fact that Jungkook has somehow appeared in the studio again. The mystery is no longer how he gets in, but whether he ever actually leaves.
“You need to stop sneaking in without words when the songwriters leave, JeiKei.” Namjoon points accusingly across the room, to which Jungkook responds by looking completely unapologetic. If not for Namjoon's bad mood today, he would have let things slide like usual instead of reprimanding Jungkook.
“And do not throw me under the bus like last time.” Jimin pinches Jungkook’s biceps, which in turn causes the younger to fold dramatically in half as if he has just sustained a career-ending injury. Jimin has to admit, the younger’s overreaction lightens his current mood a lot.
“Ow ow ouch… I’m sorry.” Jungkook whines a bit, then points to the big monitor screen. “But this song is truly a banger, will you really not release it?”
“Yeah, no." There, Namjoon says it, again. Jimin cannot pretend that doesn’t hurt.
“Aww that sucks. It’s such a good song. But I trust your musical decision, hyung.” Jungkook raises both hands in surrender.
Without anything else to say, Jungkook leaves the studio, not forgetting a casual dinner reminder for both Namjoon and Jimin, who would occasionally forget the time when they get absorbed in making music.
The studio feels noticeably quieter after the door clicks shut behind him. The abandoned demo still sits paused on the monitor. The song that never made it. Their song.
"I wrote that part thinking of you." The casualness of Namjoon's confession catches Jimin completely off guard.
Namjoon's hand slowly reaches for Jimin's, and he starts to caress the fingertips very gently. Their fingers begin to tangle, and before either of them notices, their palms are pressed together as they grip on the other's hand tightly. The hand-holding this time carries a heavier weight of emotions than normal. It’s kind of embarassing for Jimin to admit that, because it’s not like they started dating yesterday and are only now getting to hold hands for the first time - they have been together for years.
"You mean the chorus?" Jimin’s voice comes out softer than intended. Somehow, hearing that Namjoon thought about him while writing feels far more intimate than it should.
"Mm hmm. The melody comes to my mind when I'm deep in my emotions. It was when I was daydreaming about holding you, like this." Namjoon says as he pulls Jimin into a hug and plants a soft kiss on the top of his head.
In just a second, Jimin finds himself surrounded by warmth. His cheek presses against Namjoon's shoulder and his hands relax on Namjoon's back. The familiar scent of fabric softener and coffee immediately fills his senses.
"You legit daydream about holding me when we are literally dating?" Jimin lets out a laugh, mostly because the alternative is admitting how much that confession affected him.
"You don't?" The question is delivered with complete confidence because he already knows the answer. Namjoon is very cheeky at times.
"...I do."
"You are so cute." This time, Namjoon is fast enough to say the line first, not letting Jimin beat him to it. He also quickly sneaks in a forehead kiss.
"Stoppp, why are you acting cute today? Why are you telling me all that?" As whiny as he sounds right now, Jimin makes absolutely no attempt to escape the hug. Instead, his grip on Namjoon's back tightens.
"Because I want you to think of us every time you listen to the song, now that I decided not to release it."
The answer lands somewhere deep in Jimin's chest. "So, it's our song..."
The conversation doesn't stay sentimental for long, because Namjoon follows it with: "Yes, and because from now on I will play it at least once every time we have sex-" Namjoon's mouth barely gets covered by Jimin's hand as the younger's eyes dart around the studio, looking for a certain all-black-outfit-lover again. The reaction is almost instinctive now, because it totally escapes Jimin's mind that Jungkook just left the room and even reminded them to have dinner together.
Namjoon chuckles. "Baby, Jungkook is not here. He just left, remember?" And as soon as he finishes the sentence, he lifts Jimin up into a princess carry. Jimin instinctively wraps an arm around Namjoon's shoulders, and Namjoon looks annoyingly pleased with himself. "Let's have a bit fun, shall we?"
Jimin nodded. And then they share a kiss that feels like it lasts a lifetime.
*****
Jimin finally catches his breath again after Namjoon steals it away with his skills in bed (he used to be clumsy when they first got intimate but that time is long gone). He softly utters: "My thighs feel really weak right now. It made me think of the song all over again."
"Oh? Is that a sign for round 2 or for us to have a deep talk in music?" Namjoon asks. No matter what the answer Jimin gives, Namjoon still reaches for the younger's thighs and massages them, because his boyfriend complained about the pain, and hence it should be attended to immediately.
"Both. But music first." Jimin relaxes his whole body, letting himself indulge in the satisfaction that comes from the massages. "I have questioned the word choice from the moment you first brought it up: weak. While I'm fine with the first meaning, I can't wrap my head around the second one. How could a person loving us too much make us weak?"
"I guess I was not being clear enough about the logic there. Great catch." Namjoon casually slips in a compliment for Jimin's rigorousness, his hands not stopping anytime soon. "Let's see. Why are we okay with telling the members about us, but not the fans?"
"Because the members... uhh... are five dudes we practically grew up with and not millions of people whose faces we don't know?" Jimin frowns thoughtfully as he answers. He doesn't like the idea of talking about their ARMY like strangers, because they are also his family. But logically, it's undeniable truth that he doesn't get to know who they are individually. The words sound obvious once spoken aloud, but Namjoon probably wouldn't be asking if there wasn't a point somewhere ahead.
"You are right. Keyword: know." Namjoon's fingers briefly tap against Jimin's thigh for emphasis. "The members know us, fans don't. And because of that, they could make false assumptions, have false expectations, and in turn, hurt us. But since we love them so much and cannot control such things, we are weak before them."
Jimin takes a moment to process Namjoon's idea, and once he finishes, he exclaims: "That is so interesting, oh my god?"
Namjoon smiles, then looks down to continue with the massages. It suddenly dawns on him that Jimin wouldn't be asking this without a reason, because he just knows his Jimin is like that. "Why did you ask?"
"I know you made this song into something special for us so I don't think it wasn't good enough to be chosen, but I still feel bad, regardless. And I want to change the direction of the song." Jimin's fingers find Namjoon's wrist without thinking, the way they always do when discussing something important.
That gets Namjoon's full attention, at least enough for him to stop the massaging because he immediately becomes distracted by the possibility of where this conversation is going. "Go on."
"I'm gonna make 'knowing' the whole concept of the song. It can be understood both negatively and positively, which will still fit your initial narrative, right?" Jimin is brainstorming out loud, connecting pieces together as he speaks.
Namjoon watches him with growing interest. There is something endlessly fascinating about seeing another artist discover a direction in real time, and especially so when it's his cute boyfriend, the person he cares about the most in this world.
"I suppose so?" He sounds more intrigued than uncertain.
"Would it be alright if I take this song to my room and develop it tomorrow?"
Seeing Jimin carefully asking for permission really breaks Namjoon’s heart in a way. It shows that Jimin is still not familiar with viewing himself as a composer, even though he helped creating the bridge for that song, and it was fantastic.
That is enough for Namjoon to reassure him. "You don't really need to ask, it's yours too." Namjoon ruffles Jimin's already messy hair (from... ahem, the sex).
"Thank you, sweetie." The nickname earns a soft smile from Namjoon, the kind usually reserved for Jimin alone.
Namjoon suggests, "Alright, round 2?" The transition is so abrupt that Jimin bursts out laughing. Only Namjoon could go from artistically discussing vulnerability to that in less than five seconds.
"Yeah."
For the rest of the night, neither of them lets their thoughts wander again, as they hone in on one thing, and one thing only.
*****
The next day, Jimin wakes up early and locks himself in his room together with two songwriters from the team from morning to night. Since romantic undertones are no longer wanted in the song, Jimin has to make sure to get his boyfriend out of the picture, or else his creative inspiration will just find its way back to romance again due to how in love he is- well, how in love they are. Namjoon grows a bit concerned, but Jimin reassures him through text that all is fine, that he hasn't forgotten to eat, and that things are going so well that he might be able to let Namjoon hear the nearly complete draft tonight.
Namjoon has never doubted Jimin's talent, but the moment he gets to hear the refined version of the song, he is stunned. Could you even call it a refined version anymore though, when most melodies including the hook have been changed, and only the bridge has been reused as this version’s verse?
“Oh Jimin, you did such a great job. I think we can actually use this for the album!"
"I planned to only tweak some details so I edited on top of the original file, but I ended up changing so many things that it sounds like a completely new song now." Jimin scratches the back of his neck. He suddenly looks much less confident than he did five minutes ago.
"Even better! To be honest, I think the old one is too sweet it's unsalvageable, so I'm glad parts of it still have a chance to make it to the album. I'm proud of you, Jimin."
Jimin has received praise from producers, directors, critics, fans.. yet somehow the words "I'm proud of you" coming from Namjoon still hit differently. His leader and boyfriend's words just carry another kind of weight.
"Thank you, hyung." Jimin looks around to ensure all the songwriters have left before saying the next words. "I couldn't have done this without you, baby."
The honesty makes Namjoon smile immediately, but he still gave Jimin the full credit, as he deserved to receive. "I was in another room the whole day. This is all you."
"But without your words earlier, I could not have made it. I felt like I have grown so much from this session, as an artist and a musician. Thank you for being here with me while I better myself everyday."
There are moments when Jimin says things so sincerely that it catches him off guard. This is one of those.
"Anytime for you." Namjoon leans down to plant a kiss between Jimin's furrowed eyebrows, which instantly smooths them out. The tension disappears from Jimin's face almost immediately, like a knot coming undone.
"I want a hug. Now." Jimin suddenly switches to his demanding voice, pouting a little as he looks up at Namjoon.
Namjoon just opens his arms welcomingly. No words are exchanged before Jimin launches himself into a hug, arms wrapping around the older's neck while Namjoon's hands rest right on the hollow of his waist.
"You did well." Namjoon whispers to Jimin's ear as they rest their heads on each other's shoulders.
Jimin loves hearing this, no matter how many times Namjoon has said it to him. He loves Namjoon's voice, not only because it's his boyfriend's, but because it's the voice that stays by his side, telling him he's enough, telling him he can be his own night, that he's so much more than what he limits himself to, and meaning it every time. It's the voice that can calm even the sea.
"I did, right? It's my child, hehe." Jimin has gotten used to receiving compliments now. It is a rather healthy response that makes him feel happier instead of just outright saying he doesn't deserve them.
"It is such a big improvement from the 'Weak' song. The 'Weak' song is just like its name, really weak.” Namjoon jokes around.
“That song’s my child too, don’t disrespect it like that!” Jimin knows he doesn’t mean it wholeheartedly but still pretends to sound personally offended, as though Namjoon just insulted a family member.
Namjoon leans closer and whispers to Jimin’s ears with a low voice, firmly correcting him. “Our child.” And the psychological effect he inflicts with that is devastatingly immediate.
It is not wrong, and Jimin is the one who used that comparison first, but that one phrase sends Jimin’s imagination spiraling toward an absurdly domestic future. The emotional whiplash is enough to make his whole body heat up, blush creeping all the way to his ears. Fuck, why does his boyfriend’s voice have to sound so goddamn sexy too? Because now every time he thinks about the song, it’s gonna be him, Namjoon, and their hypothetical children, together as a family (maybe they should consider adopting in the far future). Not to mention the association his brain has already formed with their intimate times, thanks to a certain someone insisting on playing the song every time they sleep together. There is no way he will be able to stay sane while performing this on stage. All those thoughts combined would immediately make him go weak at the knees.
Maybe it’s not so bad for the song to stay as just a thing between the two of them, after all. Maybe the song will belong to millions of listeners one day. Maybe it won't. Either way, some part of it will always belong to them first.