the best surprise

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This is an AU story. All characters are queer in some way. The characters are heavily inspired by BTS members but are not supposed to be representations of the members themselves, and are individuals in their own ways, and I hope you appreciate them for their quirks 😅

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I do not own nor am I affiliated in any way, shape, or form with any member of BTS or any associated companies or individuals.

All events and situations depicted in this story are entirely fictional and any similarities to real life individuals or situations are completely coincidental.

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⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊✩°｡⋆˚⁺ THE BEST SURPRISE ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊✩°｡⋆˚⁺

Namjoon was exhausted. Completely, utterly, bone-achingly exhausted.

He had been in lectures from nine o'clock until two thirty, before sitting his final exam at three o'clock, and he hadn't slept at all the night before. He had stayed up studying, the lamp on his desk the only light in the entire flat, as the sun set and rose outside his window.

Seokjin had protested the all night study session, telling his roommate that he'd have the headache to end all headaches the following morning. Namjoon had rolled his eyes at him, but of course, his friend was right.

Namjoon collapses onto the beaten up sofa, groaning as his head hits the cushions. Even the sofa, padded fabric hurt.

'I did warn you,' Seokjin appears, seemingly from nowhere, and throws him a box of painkillers. 'How was the exam?'

Namjoon groans again, sliding further down the sofa and rolling away, hiding his face in the cushions.

Seokjin shakes his head at him, reaching for the painkillers that Namjoon didn't catch. 'Take these, have a nap, and then I'll take you out.'

Namjoon turns his head slightly, peering at him with half closed eyes. The room is too bright, the light too harsh. 'Turn the lights off, hyung.' he croaks, and Seokjin snorts.

'The lights aren't on, Joon,' he moves to the window, closing the blinds as Namjoon reaches for a glass of water on the coffee table, taking the painkillers before laying back down. 'It's called sunlight.'

Namjoon wasn't in the mood for Seokjin and his smart-arse replies. 'I don't want to go out, hyung. I'm too tired, and my head hurts too much to drink.'

'Who said anything about drinking?' Seokjin shrugs, sitting at the end of the sofa and lifting Namjoon's legs onto his lap. 'Take a nap and we'll talk about it later.'

Namjoon doesn't reply, and Seokjin lets out a soft laugh when his friend begins to snore.

When Namjoon wakes up, he's momentarily confused but not necessarily surprised to find an arm draped lazily across his waist. He vaguely remembers crashing on the sofa, his legs propped up on Seokjin's lap.

Namjoon turns slightly, glancing at his roommate and best friend beside him.

'You're up,' Seokjin smiles, as if it's the most normal thing in the world for him to be practically spooning Namjoon on the sofa. Sure, they're physically affectionate, but that usually only extended to playful punches and warm hugs when one of them needed comforting. 'Feel better?'