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There are two beds, one couch, and six of them. Tae has already hauled Jin hyung up over his shoulder and is trying to carry him away to one of the beds, and Yoongi hyung and Hobi hyung are eyeing each other. Yoongi hyung's ears are red. Jimin knows he's going to end up on the couch with Jungkookie on top of him, and then on the floor.
No one looks at Namjoonie or suggests that he share the room that has a single king bed in it. None of them ever would. Jimin wants to, but would one hundred percent sleep on the floor first. Any of them would.
That's why the whole room stops when Namjoon hyung says, "I'm fine either way. You know, uh, if anyone wanted to share with me."
Even the staff freezes.
Namjoon sounds casual, but an extremely studied casual, nonchalant, like he's practiced this. Maybe like he doesn't even mean it, but wants to mean it. Wants to be able to be casual about it.
After that one shocked moment, everything starts again.
When Namjoon looks up, it's straight at Jimin.
"I call Namjoon hyung," Jimin gets out, feeling almost... Almost desperate. He beats Jungkookie by a split second, only a split second. He looks over at Koo, glaring hard and fierce; Jungkookie's eyes go wide, Jimin watches it happen. And instead of demanding to settle this like men on the field of battle (so probably kaibaibo or Mario Kart), Jungkookie howls with faux fury, makes a spectacle of himself, brings all the other hyungs to him to invite him to sleep in their beds.
Jimin sneaks over to Namjoonie, who looks a little dumbfounded.
"Namjoon ssi," Jimin says politely, "looks like you will be mine tonight."
He glories in Namjoonie's small shiver.