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1.
Objectively, Seokjin was aware that Namjoon had a pretty nice lap, in the way he was aware that the sky is blue (usually) and that Yoongi has devoured at least one tangerine today (statistics say so).
He was sure that everyone else knew too, with how often Namjoon found his lap occupied by one of the three devils. Hoseok sometimes, too, and Yoongi on the rare occurrence when he was in dire need of a soft spot to nap and there was nothing else nearby.
Hell, even their fans were aware despite half of them never having seen Namjoon in person. The point was, Namjoon had a really nice lap.
Namjoon had a really nice lap, and was clad in what looked to be the comfiest hoodie and sweats in the world, and had this very dangerous habit of sitting with his legs apart, and he was sitting in front of Seokjin and Seokjin couldn't even sit on it because the universe was unfair like that.
"Why can't you?" Jungkook asked from beside him after Seokjin vocalized the last sentence.
"What do you expect me to do!?" Seokjin sputtered. "Just walk up to him and ask to sit on his lap?"
Jungkook hummed, throwing a few more chips into his mouth. "To be honest you don't even need to ask, you can just go and sit. Totally works with everyone."
Jeon Jungkook. 23. Professional sitter on his hyung's laps.
"This is different!" Seokjin protested. "I can't just ask to sit on his lap!"
"Different how?" Jimin interrupted, arriving at the speed of light. Seokjin wasn't even surprised, long been used to the fact that Jimin had the superpower of physically manifesting when the topic of him and Namjoon was concerned.
"It just is!"
"So you admit it?" Jimin asked, pure glee on his face. "You admit your feelings for him are different from your feelings for the rest of us? Romantic, mayhaps?"
" Shut up ," Seokjin hissed, taking a quick glance at Namjoon to check if he heard any of the teasing. Thankfully, the younger was still engrossed in his phone.
"You should ask him out," Jimin continued cheekily. "It's totally mutual."
"Can we drop this topic?"
"No listen," Jungkook interrupted, because of course he did. The kids never did leave him in peace. "How about this? If he lets you sit on his lap, it's mutual, if he doesn't, then it's not."
"That's dumb–"
"Yes! Perfect!" Jimin clapped his hand, and then tried to drag Jin to his feet. He tried to protest that this was an inaccurate test to check Namjoon's feelings, but he was overruled and somehow found himself standing before Namjoon.
Namjoon looked up at him in mild surprise, taking an earbud out. "You need something, hyung?"
"I-is this seat taken?" Seokjin stammered, trying to smile to draw attention from how awkward this was.
"Oh no–," Namjoon had looked to the seat beside him, but then trailed off when he saw where exactly Seokjin's eyes were. " Oh ."
Hia gaze flitted down to his lap, and he raised an eyebrow towards Seokjin to silently ask if he's right. Seokjin nodded, feeling his ears heat up.
"The seat's reserved," Namjoon said with a smile and Seokjin was going to absolutely kill the devil duo for setting him up for failure like this and– "for my favourite hyung."
"Yoongi?" Seokjin asked cautiously.
"You," Namjoon laughed, adjusting himself in a way that made his lap look even more enticing. Oh god.
Namjoon sighed fondly, reaching out to hold Seokjin's hand and tug at it when the older made no move to sit. "Come here."
Seokjin squeaked when Namjoon pulled him on his lap, feeling the thick thighs under him and the strong arms around his waist. Oh god, oh god , he was going to pass out.
"Here, make yourself comfortable," Namjoon murmured (close to his ear!?) as he gently pushed Seokjin so that he was between Namjoon's legs and his back was resting on the younger's very firm, very nice chest. Fuck.
Seokjin could see Jimin and Jungkook grinning at him, but before he could dwell on that Namjoon had turned on his phone and drawn his attention to the cute puppy video that he had been watching ( Namjoon was much more cuter though, in Seokjin's humble opinion ) so he pushed them out of his mind and made himself comfortable.
He'd get teased to hell later, but for now, he would enjoy the highly coveted experience of Namjoon's Lap™.
2.
Namjoon had pretty hands. Namjoon had pretty everything, come to think of it, but his hands were the ones grabbing his attention right now. It was hard not to stare as the long, beautifully shaped fingers moved over the keyboard, and a distant part of Seokjin's brain wondered if this was the development of a hand kink, but then he remembered the one time Jimin giggled about a "Namjoon kink" and Yoongi had commented "in my days we used to call that love" and he promptly shut down that train of thought.
Namjoon yawned suddenly, and Seokjin jolted as he was brought down to earth. He put the book away that he had been pretending to read, catching Namjoon's eye.
"Tired?"
Namjoon smiled a little. "Kinda. I'm almost done though."
Seokjin nodded. "You want something? Snacks?"
Namjoon considered it, but shook his head. "I think I'm fine– actually, can you come here for a second?"
Seokjin got up and walked over to the sofa, peering curiously at the laptop screen. There were lyrics on it, as he had expected. Namjoon tilted the screen a little more towards him as he sat, ever the considerate king.
"You need me to read it over?"
"Mm." Namjoon hummed, leaning his head on Seokjin's shoulder. Seokjin valiantly tried to ignore that and focus on the screen goddamnit, but then Namjoon rested his hand on top of Seokjin's and his brain effectively short circuited. Probably for the best. Seokjin didn't want to open his mouth right now, because he would 100% embarrass himself. Maybe reach some kind of new record for a high note.
"Warm," Namjoon mumbled suddenly, as if that was enough explanation for why he was currently snuggling upto Seokjin. It likely was, considering how touchy feely all of them were, but the thing was, him and Namjoon definitely weren't on the level of, say, Jimin and Taehyung. Namjoon usually just put a hand around his shoulder, or put a hand on his thigh, or maybe have a hand around his waist–
Ok. Fine. This was perfectly normal.
Seokjin breathed carefully as he kept his eyes on the screen, trying not to betray his inner panic.
"Hey Namjoonie?"
"Yeah?"
Seokjin turned to look at Namjoon resting on his shoulder. "I can't concentrate like this."
Namjoon blinked up at him. "You don't need to."
"How am I supposed to read it then!?"
"No I mean, you don't really need to read it. I was just taking a break and I thought you might get bored so I said you can read it."
"That's definitely not what you said!" Seokjin said, flustered. "And why did you make me get up if you're taking a break anyway!?"
Namjoon considered it, while entwining his fingers with Seokjin's. This brat wanted him dead. Definitely. That's the only explanation.
"Mental care," Namjoon said at last. "Also your ears are red."
"Shut up!" Seokjin grumbled, but didn't move his hand away. He wondered if Namjoon had caught him staring at his hands, but that was embarrassing to think about, so he decided to focus on rubbing his thumb on the back of Namjoon's hand instead. After all, the man did say this was part of the care package.
3.
Yoongi may complain about how Namjoon never dries his back after a shower, Seokjin thought weakly, but the real complaint here should be that Namjoon's back is…unnecessarily sexy. Surely it wasn't a requirement for his back to be this broad and well built? How was Seokjin supposed to resist running his hands over it?
Seokjin shook his head to clear his thoughts, walking to the kettle to make some tea for the both of them. Just because he had the (mis)fortune of sharing a hotel room with Namjoon didn't mean he had to hover at the bathroom doorway and ogle his back.
( The fact that Namjoon liked sleeping shirtless might find itself carved on Seokjin's grave one of these days, and Seokjin made a mental note to ask the others to cremate him. A tombstone would be embarrassing. )
He mechanically poured the tea into two mugs as he dwelt on the details of the particulars of his imminent and unavoidable death, taking a quick glance at the cause of it who was still sleeping peacefully. Seokjin would click his tongue, but to be honest, Namjoon deserved sleeping in as much as he could because he was always the one taking care of all the socializing whenever they were overseas. The least they could do was take care of him and make sure he got as much rest as he could.
Seokjin sighed into his cup, sitting down on Namjoon's bed. The sigh turned into a fond smile as he watched how relaxed the younger look while sleeping. He reached over and carefully smoothed his hair, and then if his hand eventually rested on Namjoon's back, then fuck him. They were close friends. Seokjin could do this much at least.
Namjoon mumbled a little after a while, slowly opening his eyes to look curiously at Seokjin. Oh dear, he looked so much like a cute baby polar bear that Seokjin wanted to cuddle him right up.
"Morning," he smiled, placing down his now empty cup on Namjoon's bedside table.
"Mmm," Namjoon hummed sleepily, in what was probably his version of saying good morning. Could this man get any more endearing?
"It's seven," Seokjin informed him. "You can sleep in a bit more."
Namjoon said nothing, choosing to close his eyes and snuggle a little closer to Seokjin, an action that was way too cute to be fair. He lightly ran his hand over the younger's back, trying to get his mind back on track. They had to be out in the car by at least nine, and then during his rehearsal he had to be careful at this one step–
"Tickles," Namjoon mumbled.
Seokjin snatched his hand away. "Sorry."
Namjoon turned, revealing more of that gorgeous tanned back. A lesser man would have drooled. Fortunately, Seokjin have had years to get used to the fact that Namjoon looked like a walking thirst trap.
"Here," he said quietly. "Sides 'ckle."
"I'll keep that in mind," Seokjin said, hesitantly putting his hand once again on Namjoon's back, carefully avoiding the sides. He wondered if Namjoon was even all there– probably not, he still seemed almost about to go back to sleep any second. But then again, they were friends, he reminded himself. This was fine. Normal. Not creepy at all. Just because Seokjin's brain couldn't shut up about the thirsting didn't mean that Namjoon knew he was thirsting, because he made sure not to flirt or do anything that would make Namjoon uncomfortable, because he was a good friend fuck yeah!
Another glance told him that Namjoon had drifted off to sleep while Seokjin was lost in his thoughts. Seokjin smiled (because it was hard not to, when in Namjoon's presence) and got up, grabbing his cup from the bedside table.
And then Seokjin considered for a moment, shuffled his feet, considered it a bit more and bent down to press a kiss on Namjoon's back.
This should be fine. Namjoon lets Jungkook kiss him on the forehead, and he kissed Seokjin's hand once last week for some goddamn reason, and if after subtly probing Namjoon later he finds out the younger would find something like that gross then Seokjin would write a 10 page apology and stay far away from the younger. Absolutely.
( Namjoon laughs when Seokjin frames the scene as a half joke half hypothetical question later, and tells Seokjin he can kiss him anytime. Seokjin is 90% sure that means that Namjoon was fine with the idea of Seokjin giving him a peck on the back. Hopefully. )
4.
"I'm telling you, the view is amazing!" Jungkook insisted as he ran. "Just take one look!"
"I will not ," Seokjin said firmly, stubbornly keeping his eyes on the panel of his treadmill. If he looked up right now, he'll perish. Definitely. No doubt.
"But the thighs ," Jungkook pressed, sighing dreamily. Somewhere along the way, this shy kid had grown up into a more confident young man, and that was both the source of Seokjin's pride and the bane of his existence.
"Just one look. Please."
"No."
"Pleaaaseee?"
"Absolutely not."
"I can't believe Namjoon hyung is exercising right in front of you and you won't even take a peek!" Jungkook exclaimed, reminding Seokjin of a telemarketer. He snorted at the image.
Suddenly he heard a sharp intake of breath from Jungkook, and Seokjin nearly looked up to see what the big deal was. Thankfully he didn't, because Jungkook's next words were "Oh my god, he's stretching! The shorts have ridden up, hyung you have to see this!"
"N-no!" Seokjin stammered, shutting his eyes tightly. Lord knows he didn't have enough self control to not stare otherwise.
"Jeez, you have to get used to looking at him, you know?"
"Why?" Seokjin asked drily, opening his eyes and keeping them fixed on Jungkook instead. "Is he going to strip on stage?"
"No but– that's a good question." Jungkook paused. "How did you handle it when he wore something sexy during our performances? Or when he wears shorts and tank tops around the house? Or when we had to shower together back when we were still living in that one room?"
Seokjin exhaled smugly, grinning at Jungkook. "Foolish mortal, my tolerance is far higher than you presume."
"Totally, that's why you still haven't looked."
"Hey! That's different, you know! In the house he doesn't get all hot and sweaty like he is right now! And on stage I just focus on the song and armys and giving the best performance I can! What am I supposed to focus on right now, my shoes!? "
"Ah, he's bending," Jungkook remarked lightly. "Try focusing on the ass."
"You're not listening at all, are you."
"I am, he's just distracting."
Seokjin sighed. "You can say that again."
"Hey hyung?"
"Yeah?"
"You didn't answer the shower part."
"About that…" Seokjin trailed off, awkwardly looking away. How was he gonna admit that showering together hadn't bothered him– other than the whole shy and awkward thing of actually, ya know, showering with multiple other people– because he didn't have a crush on Namjoon then? If he said it out loud, Jungkook would just tell him that he was in denial.
And…Seokjin just didn't want to think about that, in case that turned out to be true. Six–almost seven– years were too long to be classified as just a simple crush.
"Nothing," he finally said, and Jungkook didn't push further.
"Ok but really, you have to look eventually! Do you plan to faint during sex?"
Seokjin nearly slipped off his treadmill, and he hastily switched it off before whirling towards Jungkook. "What!?"
Jungkook just blinked in confusion, bless him. "Oh, are you an asexual?"
"What!?" Seokjin sputtered at the sudden turn in conversation. "Nothing like that!"
"It's ok hyung, you're totally valid!" Junkook said enthusiastically.
"No– I mean yeah, but I'm fine with sex."
"Oh." Jungkook paused, and then said, "so is he the asexual?"
"No! Uh, maybe. He's not I think."
The younger tilted his head to the side, confused. "Then what's the problem?"
"Jungkook-ah," Seokjin sighed as he started his treadmill again, "why would me and Namjoon even have sex?"
"Because that's a thing couples do?"
"We're not a couple though!?" Seokjin asked, scandalized.
"You're still not together?" Jungkook asked, face way too surprised for a fact that should have been obvious. Did the rest of them think him and Namjoon were dating too?
"We're not!"
"Huh. Well you will be, so you should be paying attention."
"Fine," Seokjin snapped, realizing the argument wasn't worth it. All he had to do was look at Namjoon right? Easy.
Or maybe not, he amended, taking in the sight of Namjoon working out, thigh muscles flexing beautifully and sweat running down that golden skin.
"Leg days are the worst," Seokjin said weakly.
"You should come on Tuesdays. He does squats with Jimin," Jungkook replied, equally weakly. Good to know that for all his talk, the kid still wasn't totally immune to the charms of his beloved Namjoon hyung.
"I don't think I'm strong enough for that," Seokjin remarked, feeling faint as he watched Namjoon work those beautifully long legs. He definitely wasn't strong enough to witness the ass.
"I get you," Jungkook said, reaching out to pat him on the arm. "Baby steps."
5.
Namjoon's eyes might be his most dangerous asset, according to what Seokjin had found. Sure, the younger had amazing proportions and strong arms and cute dimples and a tiny waist complemented by the broad chest and soft hair– he digressed. Anyway, the point was, Namjoon's eyes were both the worst and the best because of…things.
Right now it was in what was famously dubbed his dragon form among the fans (and well, Seokjin couldn't disagree. It was a pretty apt name). That meant that Namjoon stared at the camera as if he was staring at someone's soul, and no matter how many times Seokjin had seen that look– especially during photoshoots– it was still fascinating how their bonsai loving baby bear of a leader could look so intimidating.
Seokjin smiled to himself as he watched Namjoon pull a new pose, hopefully the last one. He could have gone home long ago, but had stayed behind because Namjoon and held his hand and whined so cutely and well, Seokjin was a weak man. It was worth it though, even if he had to sacrifice the comfort of his bed for a while.
The photos were thankfully the last one as he had thought, because Namjoon was ushered back into the dressing room to change and his makeup wiped clean after that. A shame, because the masterfully done eyeshadow and the long eyeliner was definitely something else. Seokjin could have lost himself in those eyes for ages.
But then again, he amended as he waved lightly at Namjoon who jogged up to him, bare faced puppy eyed Namjoon was a treat too.
"Shall we go?" Seokjin asked, laughing when Namjoon repeated it in a sing-song tune.
"Sorry you had to wait so long," Namjoon apologized with a sheepish smile, grabbing his hand because that was apparently a thing now. Seokjin could live with that.
"It's ok," Seokjin giggled. "Let's go home now."
Their manager was waiting outside with the car ready, and Seokjin let out a breath of relief when they both slid into the backseat. Finally they could relax back at their apartment.
"Hey hyung."
"Yeah?"
"Was I cool?"
Seokjin smiled at Namjoon's curious, wide eyes. "The coolest. You posed so well for the photos."
Namjoon grinned happily, somehow looking even cuter. Sheesh, those dimples combined with those baby eyes should be illegal.
"Thanks hyung," Namjoon replied cheerfully, gaze impossibly gentle.
Seokjin averted his eyes and patted his cheek affectionately, both of them lapsing into comfortable silence for the rest of the ride. Which was a relief, because that left Seokjin free to stare out of the window rather than face Namjoon.
He could handle Namjoon's body, and the piercing stare, and somehow lived through his cute habits, but it was the sheer depth of Namjoon's gentle affection that he always saw in the younger's eyes that made him stumble.
It might be love, Seokjin thinks. Hopes.
( He always hopes the same look is reflected in his own eyes whenever Namjoon meets them.)
+1
Namjoon sighed fondly, watching Seokjin overstress as usual. He'd go and hold his hands to ground him, but he had a feeling that in the older's current state it'd do more harm than go. His Seokjin always did become flustered so quickly.
( And Namjoon would be lying if he didn't find that absolutely adorable. )
He settled back into the sofa, turning his eyes back to the television. It wasn't like he could actually even go towards Seokjin without having to cross Taehyung and Hoseok– well actually he could, Namjoon knew he wasn't subtle with his crush at all, but their good humored ribbing would embarrass Seokjin and that would undo all the thinking the elder was doing.
So yes, the best course of action was to be engrossed in the movie, and pretend he didn't notice his beloved hyung staring at his lips. There was a gentle way to go about with Seokjin, Namjoon had found over the years. It was best not to rush him, and let him go at his own pace. Their eldest always found his courage eventually, and Namjoon was content to wait. His job was to be as open and as welcoming as possible when Seokjin did come to him, and that , was never a problem to begin with.
Thankfully, there were just ten minutes left to the show, so Namjoon didn't even have to wait long before he could have a chance to talk to Seokjin. He approached the older in the hallway near their bedrooms, being careful not to startle him too much.
"Hyung," Namjoon called out quietly, holding Seokjin's elbow. "Can I sleep together with you today?"
Seokjin whirled back, visibly stunned. "Huh?"
"Like Jungkookie does," Namjoon pouted dramatically, breaking out into a smile after it. "Can I?"
"Oh. Sure." Seokjin replied, shyly looking down. Namjoon swears it took all his self control to not smush those cheeks.
"I'll meet you in five minutes," he promised, disappearing into his room to brush his teeth and water his bonsais before making his way towards Seokjin's room. The older was in the middle of his skincare routine, and Namjoon gladly accepted the tub of cream he was offered.
"It's been a while since we had a sleepover like this," Seokjin spoke suddenly, eyes closed as he rubbed his face with cotton.
"Mm," Namjoon agreed. "Do I get the other side of the bed or is that RJ's?"
Seokjin cracked a grin. "I'm sure we can fit you somewhere."
"I'd fold my legs real tight," Namjoon nodded sagely. "You won't even see me."
"Might be a bit hard to do," Seokjin laughed, nudging Namjoon's leg with his foot. "These are long."
"Will use those to kick RJ under the bed then."
"You do that and I'm throwing you out," Seokjin mock threatened, wagging his finger. "No harming my son."
"No harming your son," Namjoon repeated solemnly, handing the face cream back to Seokjin. He wiped his hands as he laid down, shifting the plushies and pillows to one side to make space for himself. "This fine?"
"Fine," Seokjun huffed with a smile, as he put away his skincare products and got ready for bed.
"You can scoot a little closer," the older ordered after he had turned off the lights and crawled into bed, and Namjoon complied.
They laid there, facing each other, neither willing to close his eyes. Namjoon entangled their legs together, and Seokjin let him.
"Hyung," Namjoon whispered after a while. Seokjin just blinked to show he was listening. "Do you want to kiss me?"
Namjoon watched the blush rise over Seokjin's neck in the faint light, spreading beautifully from his cheeks to his ears. He looked away and didn't reply, but the quick gaze Seokjin had shot his lips had told him all that he needed. Namjoon knew firsthand how good at acting his hyung was, so it was gratifying to know that he didn't try to hide his emotions with him. Or maybe he couldn't, but it was nice to know, either way.
"Hyung," he said again, reaching under the blanket to squeeze Seokjin's hand. "If you want, you can."
Seokjin jerked back, pulling his hand away. He was half sitting up, every part of him surprised. "I can't just do that!" He whispered fiercely. "It's not like we're dating or boyfriends or anything–"
Namjoon took a deep breath, steeling himself. If it turned out that he had been reading this wrong, then not only would be creep out Seokjin majorly and their relationship would never be truly friendly ever again without it being awkward, but also it'd turn out that he had been being weird for ages.
"We can," he said quietly.
Seokjin paused. "What?"
"Be boyfriends. If you want," Namjoon clarified, feeling his palms become clammy with sweat.
"I– I'd like that," Seokjin said, voice cracking a little at the last word.
Namjoon nodded. "Ok. Ok yeah."
"Are you sure?"
"Definitely."
"Can I kiss you now?"
Namjoon nodded again shyly at the question, tugging Seokjin so that the older was lying down again. He moved closer, letting Seokjin close the rest of the gap as they kissed softly.
When they separated, Seokjin had a surprised smile on his face as if he couldn't believe that just happened, and Namjoon was sure his face mirrored it. Their eyes met, and they laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. Seokjin was still giggling as he moved for another peck, and if Namjoon smiled into the kiss, that was for him and Seokjin to know.