everyday ♡ JIKOOK

Ch 4 - ...Everyday

Namjoon was assigned to be Jimin and Jungkook's – well, Jimin isn't sure what the correct term is. Their guide? Mentor? Host? Honestly, who knows, Americans are so weird with their acronyms and titles. Namjoon was assigned to help acclimate Jimin and Jungkook to their study abroad program.

And honestly, thank god he was.

He's saved their asses more times than Jimin can count. First of all, he has a car. If he didn't, Jimin has no idea how he and Jungkook would have gotten around at all. Second of all, he knows everyone. Not the way Jimin knows everyone, not because he's a good time. Namjoon knows everyone because he's a fucking genius. His parents are both professors at the college – physics and microbiology. But Namjoon isn't the type of stellar student that thinks he's above everyone else because his brain is big. No, Namjoon is humble and charismatic and generous.

Everyone loves him because he loves everyone.

"How was the party?" Namjoon asks around a yawn. Yoongi sits in the front seat with him, lips turned down into a pouty frown. Yoongi isn't even in college anymore. He's a screenwriter for some big film production company, flies to Vancouver every other weekend for jobs and meetings. Jimin had woken them both up – which frankly is appalling, it's only one-thirty in the morning – so their eyes are puffy. But their hands rest on the center console, fingers twined, thumbs rubbing across knuckles. Jimin watches, entranced. "Jackson's parties are usually chill. Aren't they?"

"Not this one!" Jimin nearly shouts. Jungkook sits on the other side of the back seat, looks out the window, tracks water droplets as they slip and slide down, down. "This one was massive, so many people. It was wild."

"Gross," Yoongi says.

"Mmh," Jungkook grunts his agreement.

"Well, I'm glad you called me," Namjoon says. "You're a little more drunk than you think you are, Chim."

"Nah, I'm fine," Jimin guffaws. He tries looking out the window, but that makes his head whirl, his stomach churn. "Okay, maybe a little."

All of them laugh.

"Here we are," Namjoon sighs, pulling to a stop in front of Jimin's apartment building. "Will I get to see you two before you fly back?"

"Yes please," Jungkook says.

"Yeah, let's have lunch or something. We'll miss you," Jimin follows up.

"We he says. Like he's finally acknowledging they are a singular being sharing one brain cell," Yoongi quips.

"Love you too, hyung," Jimin says, gripping Yoongi's seat to lurch forward and plant a wet, noisy kiss on the elder's soft, smooth cheek. "See ya later!"

Jimin and Jungkook scramble out of the car faster than Yoongi can register what just happened. The pair race up the stairs, Jimin tripping, Jungkook clutching his side as he wheezes from his boisterous laugher. When they make it to Jimin's door, Jimin has to give Jungkook his key, wholly incapable of fitting it into the keyhole.

"Hyung," Jungkook croaks as they stumble inside. "Hyung, slow down!"

Jimin sprints across the room, hurdles the couch, and launches himself into his bedroom, landing face-first on his bed.

"Or not."

Jimin smiles into his sheets, linen sticking to his teeth.

"C'mon, let's cuddle."

But rather than weight on the mattress, Jimin feels one of his legs being lifted up into the air. His leg bends at the knee, and his converse grow looser. This confuses Jimin, so he twists, looks back. Jungkook kneels on the ground.