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Five minutes after it happened, Namjoon receives a call.
"Can I ask why on earth your boyfriend comes knocking at my door, wet to the bone, asking to stay the night?"
Namjoon sighs. Of course it had to be Yoongi Jimin went to. Who else could it be, if not him? He sighs again and feels an annoying headache starting to take shape at the back of his head.
"Hyung, it was nothing. Well, not nothing. Just – you know..."
"No, I don't know, Kim Namjoon. All I know is that Hoseok has been feverish all day and his mood sucks right now and I can't deal with yours and Jimin's relationship issues."
"I'm sorry, hyung. Just tonight, please."
"You bet it's just tonight." And just as quick Yoongi called, he ends the call.
Namjoon sighs again. It was silly, really. A way out of proportion reaction from both him and Jimin. In his defense he is totally innocent, but Jimin was sort of right, as well. It's just...he can't control it, can he? He would if he could. But he can't and now Jimin is spending the night at Yoongi and Hoseok's and he is spending the night alone. He runs a hand through his face, feeling exhausted. He hates arguing, especially with Jimin. It puts them both in a terrible mood and it always ends with someone walking out the door.
That headache is now present in full force. Namjoon takes an aspirin and doesn’t even bother going to the bedroom, preferring to sleep on the couch. He doesn’t think he can handle looking at their bed.
The bed that he and Jimin so excitedly bought, one year and a half into their relationship and having just decided to move in together. It had to be big, Jimin had said to him. Big and comfy, not too high and not too low. And they did buy it, in all its unbuilt IKEA package glory form, and they did spend all day trying to set it up, only to have it break down in the middle of the night and scaring the crap out of them both. (The following day they called the IKEA customer service, but if anyone asks, they totally built the bed.)
What could Namjoon say about it? It was the perfect bed they could have ever asked for, the jewel of their home, the center of their relationship either in the form of morning cuddles, breakfast in bed, midnight philosophical thoughts, after long days of work massage and whatever it was followed by. It was so perfect that after six months of living under the same roof it caused Jimin to slam the door and find refuge with Yoongi and Hoseok.
Namjoon knew that moving in together was a big step and not all butterflies and sunshine. It meant adapting yourself to another person, be it a stranger or your longtime boyfriend. You still had to adapt. It was a give and take kind of deal. Namjoon had agreed to turn off the lights whenever he got out of a room and Jimin had agreed not to make a mess of the bathroom every time he used one of those bath bombs Yoongi had got him into.
If anything, Namjoon had to say that he and Jimin did alright. Good, even. It was peaceful and dream-like, really. He woke up next to Jimin every day, got to kiss him in his half dazed morning self, got to sneak into the shower of a Saturday morning with Jimin because he knew those eyes Jimin had. He was living the dream he never thought to live so early on, especially when he knew how it had went on with Yoongi and Hoseok.
It had been a nightmare. Almost Third World War in that tiny old flat his friends shared. Hoseok was a clean freak, Yoongi couldn't care less. Hoseok liked to go out in the morning, Yoongi was ready to kill if woken up in the first half of the day. They managed it, eventually. But not before some huge ass award winning drama.
Namjoon turns in the sofa. The television in front of him is the only thing to keep him company. But even that was shitty for he couldn't care less about this movie's star new girlfriend and the new scandal in idol world. He turns it off, and before he falls asleep he blames his pitiful state on that god damn bed.
Jimin is back the next day, but not as Namjoon would like him. Definitely not as Namjoon would like him.
"I'm sleeping on the couch tonight."
"Babe, come on. Don't be silly," Namjoon pleads, trying his best impression of Jimin's doe eyes. "Come to bed, I miss you."
"I'm trying to protect myself, Joonie." He knows those are just words that mean nothing. He knows it in the way Jimin can't look at him in the eye and in the way Jimin is worrying the sleeve of his shirt. He knows Jimin misses him as well. He knows it's just Jimin's stubbornness speaking for him, just as his own stupidly talked the night before.
"I'm sorry, I promise I won't do it again. Please come to bed." He grands Jimin's petit hands, warm even when the snow falls outside the window. "I even pinky-promise it if you want, give my Scouts word or whatever it is, whatever you want. I want to cuddle and fill with kisses my boyfriend, but for that he has to agree to share the bed with me." Jimin looks at him sideways, biting his lip, trying to look unimpressed. Namjoon grins.
"Ugh,” he cries out, turning to him, hands on his face, “stop looking so cute.” Namjoon only grins wider, "I'm trying to be determined here."
"I'm not doing anything," Namjoon says, voice muffled by the hands.
"Yes you are!! You're doing that thing with your eyes and your smile and aaaargh," Jimin throws himself against the arm of the couch, covering his eyes, smile on his face. "It's adorable. You're adorable."
Namjoon's smile is off the charts now as he leans down towards Jimin, kissing his lips. "You're adorable." Kiss on the cheek. "I love you." Nose. "I'm sorry." Forehead. "Please come to bed?"
"That's not fair," Jimin mumbles, but it has no force behind it, because he's holding Namjoon's hand and letting himself be driven to their bedroom, to their bed. "I was supposed to come out victorious and all that."
Namjoon kisses him deeply, arms snaked around his waist, pulling him closer and closer. Jimin lets himself go, drowning in Namjoon as he opens his lips to let Namjoon in. When they break apart, his lips are redder and plumper. "Why - why won't you let me?" He asks chasing after Namjoon's lips, eyes half closed and glazed.
Namjoon giggles. He leaves a trail of small kisses from the corner of Jimin’s mouth to the juncture of his jaw and ear, making Jimin shiver and letting out a small sigh. He kisses the place once more and whispers, "Babe, how could you win? No one wins when it comes to blanket theft."