“Ah! I don’t want Namjoonie as a roommate!” Jin giggles, he was half playing around.
Namjoon was prone to incessant snoring and Jin, being a light sleeper usually opted for a quieter bunker. He wasn’t exactly sure why Namjoon was the first person he called out, he definitely isn’t the only one who snores. Either way it isn’t his choice, Jungkook is writing the room numbers down to be drawn out of a container.
From a mere spot away from himself Namjoon huffs flippantly “I don’t want you as my roommate anyway.” Everyone is laughing. This is great for the broadcast.
Jungkook chooses Namjoon to draw a number out first. He gets a 2. He hands the container to some of the others. By this time Jimin and Jhope are jumping and high fiving absolutely ecstatic to be rooming together.
Its Jin’s turn “Please not Namjoon, not Namjoonie,” he chants loud enough for everyone to hear. A chorus of laughter is heard again, only to be stunted by their anticipation. It’s rather tense for a light hearted situation.
Jin lifts his hand from the container his eyes searching for his destined number. “Two.” he says the number before he registers what it means. He laughs in shock and defeat covering his head with his arms as his face begins to heat up for no reason at all, and everyone erupts into laughter.
“Karma, Seokjin,” Namjoon smiles and laughs with the rest at the coincidental outcome. It’s almost like the whole ordeal was planned.
***
The filming is over for the night. Everyone is trying to get to bed early enough in the hopes to have sufficient energy for the following day.
The bathroom is crammed, everyone is trying to brush their teeth. Except Jin and Suga who are on the couch on, eating some kind of Swedish snack, too tired to move yet.
Jin is unceasingly jamming the potato chip flavoured snack into his mouth without paying too much attention to it until Suga pats his shoulder, demanding his attention.
“Are you finishing the whole bag by yourself, or were you planning on sharing…?” Jin’s mouth, which was perpetually full of the snack tried to form words that only ended up with the food spraying everywhere, including onto Suga.
Groaning Yoongi brushes off the food and gives Jin a look “You're such a food hoe. Night,” and proceeds to take a handful of the snack before slowly getting up from the now warmed leather couch.
Jin finishes eating and discards the packaging and follows suit to his room. His suitcase is already there, so is Namjoons, but he himself is absent from the room. Jin decides to fill the closet with his packed luggage.
Most of the members like to keep everything in their suitcase as it is easier to repack, especially since there will be a lot of moving around. But Jin prefers having more space and he doesn’t mind repacking that much. It’s worth having easy access to his belongings.
He’s already changed into his night wear when Namjoon stumbles into the room phone in hand. Namjoon regains his composure so quickly that it’s as if it didn’t happen. A practiced move from years of continual clumsiness.
But Jin doesn’t really acknowledge it as it happens so often it’s almost weird if it doesn’t. Namjoon glances around the temporary dorm. He lays his eyes on the closet that was left ajar.
“You unpacked?” he questions. But Jin knows that’s not really the question, he means to ask why but Jin just ignores that.
“Do you want me to unpack yours too?” he looks expectantly at Namjoon.
The rapper strolls towards his bed and thinks for a minute. He shakes his head shortly after the brief deliberation. “There’s no point, hyung,” he flops onto the single bed, next to Jin’s bed.
“We should go to sleep, its late we have a busy day tomorrow, and I’m almost sure someone is going to lose something.” Jin laughs comfortably
“It could be you, Namjoonie,” he sends a withering glare Jin’s way.
“Don’t jinx it, asshole,” Namjoon says and Jin's eyes widen.
“Please, I’m just stating the inevitable, it’s all you, not me.” Jin rolls his eyes in a joking manner and smiles radiantly at him.
“Now go turn off the lights,” he commands as he quickly dives under the covers getting comfortable.
“Nope. You’re closer, hyung,” Namjoon says assuming he’s won.
“Well I’m older and I’m already tucked in bed,” he glances at Namjoon who is still on top of his fluffy duvet fully clothed. “and you have to change anyways,”
Namjoon looks down at himself and groans a tad dramatically as he mutters about his ‘stubborn hyung’.
He rolls lazily off the comfort of his bed and somehow ends up in an awkward heap on the ground. He lays there for a long minute before he gets up to rummage through his travelling backpack to get his pajamas.
He starts changing and Jin chuckles when Namjoon gets his leg stuck in the fabric of his pants while putting them on. Namjoon hopped around the room still undyingly stuck, until he was causing too much noise that Jin reluctantly got out of bed and assisted him by holding onto his waist while he fixed his foot.
Blushing hard from embarrassment he hastily thanked Jin, to which he returned with more laughing.
Jin ran back into the covers to save the heat that had cultivated from lying there.
Namjoon turns off the lights and manages to return to his bed without any further accidents.
The air is still and quiet so Jin can clearly hear that Namjoon is still heaving from the exertion of his struggle. He smiles in the impenetrable darkness. Jin sighs faintly.
“G’night Namjoonie,” the reply is quick, like he was waiting for Jin to speak first.
“Night, hyung.”
A/N
Aye so this is my first story. I usually won't write much at the end, if anything but I just hope that you enjoyed it. Bear with me though, cuz my writing sucks so far.
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