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Jimin wasn’t sure how Hoseok could stand to share a room with Taehyung and himself. The elder could be as loud as they were during the day, but when it came to night he liked nothing better than to fall into a deep, undisturbed sleep. So did Jimin - when you were as busy as they were, sleep was something that you treasured - but when you slept in the bunk above a certain Kim Taehyung, undisturbed sleep was a rarity. He didn’t mind it of course - Jimin loved it when Taehyung would climb up to his bunk and press under the covers with him, the pair of them giggling at everything and at nothing as they tried not to wake Hobi. Taehyung was his best friend. He loved him more than he could ever say, even if he did have a tendency to kick out in the middle of the night.
Taehyung would always pull the covers away from Jimin, claiming that as the ‘guest’ in Jimin’s bed, he deserved his fair share of warmth too. After a few minutes of tugging, Jimin would always relent and Taehyung would always grin at him in the dark as he tried and failed not to laugh (maybe Jimin let Taehyung win to see his smile and hear his giggles, but he that was unconfirmed and definitely not true).
In the end, Taehyung would open his arms so that Jimin could roll into them, tangling their legs together and burying his face into Taehyung’s neck. Sometimes Taehyung would curl around Jimin if he was already drowsy, wrapping his arm around Jimin’s middle and pulling him close. Other times, he and Taehyung would lie, face to face whilst they whispered to one another, talking about whatever was on their mind. Whenever Taehyung was having a bad day, Jimin would crawl into his bed instead, wasting no time in cuddling up to him, telling him everything would be ok and kissing his beautiful smile back onto his face. Taehyung never hesitated to return the favour if it was Jimin in that position, or after a grueling session of extra dance practice when Jimin was too sore to move and Taehyung allowed Jimin to drape himself over his back as he navigated them back to the bedroom. A round of gentle massages and feather-light kisses across his back left Jimin in a state of bliss.
In the morning, they’d always wake as Seokjin opened the door to the room and called them out for breakfast, the sound of the others going about their day drifting in and drawing them back to reality (during schedule days their wakeup call was never as pleasant. They would jolt up as Hoseok’s alarm blared out into the silence of the room and if they slept through it, he wouldn’t hesitate in shaking them into consciousness). They always seemed to find themselves in a completely different position to that which they’d fallen asleep in. Taehyung would be lying flat on his back, an arm hanging off of the bunk and the the other across the pillows with Jimin practically on top of him, arm lazily thrown over Taehyung’s whilst the covers were in a bundle at their feet, kicked off (most likely by Taehyung) in the middle of the night.
Then it was back to business - practising for hours upon hours or sitting outside the recording studio whilst they waited for their turn. Other days were spent lingering around in waiting rooms until they were called to the stage where they performed like every stage was their last to make it the best possible. At the end of the day though, it was always the same. Everyone would head off into their own rooms, yawning as they changed for bed. Jimin would normally forgo a shirt unless he was cold, just pulling on his shorts instead and climbing up to his bunk, settling down into the covers as he waited. It didn’t take long. The door would shut with a click, plunging them into darkness as the last bit of light vanished from the room. Footsteps across the wooden floor boards and then a shuffling against his mattress. Then Taehyung’s face would appear above his own, his grin only just visible in the dark light of the room. He’d press a kiss to Jimin’s lips, tugging lightly until Jimin would become pliant under him. Then Taehyung would pull back, lie down next to him and grab at the covers and it would all start again.