Domesticity || Namjin

Domesticity

This is honestly my first time writing fluff/anything romantic. I thought it would be a nice change from the morbid comfort zone of mine.

If any of you like this, please let me know!

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"How am I not surprised to see you eating at this hour?" Namjoon drawled out with a crooked smile, shielding his eyes from the bright lighting of the kitchen.

Seokjin tore off a wedge from the skinned orange he held in his hand, gulping it down loudly after giving it a few thoughtful chews. "Because ever since we all started living together, this exact scenario usually plays out every night."

"And that scenario would be...?" A mischievous tone coated the rapper's question.

The older male pointed a sticky finger at Namjoon from across the table, a playfulness dancing through his pinpointed glare. "You wake up at exactly 2:30 every night to go take the longest pee of your life- don't deny it!" Seokjin quickly threw in the last sentence as he saw the younger's mouth open with a protest, "And on your way to the bathroom, you stomp around like a pregnant elephant which makes me," he then pointed to himself dramatically with his thumb, "wake up disoriented, slightly confused, and a toss up between angry and scared. Then I have no choice but to lay there in a cold, lonely bed and decide whether or not if I should struggle back to sleep, or go to the kitchen and have a late night snack instead."

"Your choice becoming the latter since, "food is a privilege we all must cherish," right?" The rapper quoted, dimples tending to his wide smile due to his hyung's dramatic tendencies.

"Exactly! Then just as I'm about to eat-"

"That's when I step in... with the same sentence as always." Namjoon cutted in, treading across the linoleum kitchen floor and sitting in the chair next to Seokjin. "Now that I think about it, I don't know why I repeat that sentence over and over again. Maybe because it gives a sense of domesticity?"

Seokjin tore off another wedge and slid it into Namjoon's awaiting mouth, a silent routine. "With those four, I can see why."

"Four?" Namjoon questioned after swallowing down his piece of the tangy fruit.

"Yoongi can actually take care of himself. Well... I mean, most of the time. If he's alone with Hobi, then it's a fifty-fifty depending on the day."

Namjoon hummed in agreement, "Hoseok really brings out the inner joy of people. It's nice." He shook his head at the second wedge that was being offered to him, opting to nestle his head on Seokjin's shoulder instead-- his blond strands complementing the soft pink of the older's shirt.

"Cute.... but you should go to back to bed. You were up almost all night last night helping Yoongi with that song, so I know you're tired. I'll be there once I'm done with my orange."

Namjoon sighed deeply into the silk-like shirt. "I'll just stay here until you're done. I can sacrifice just a few more moments."

Seokjin looked at the crown of the rapper's blond with an overly done sigh,holding the younger male's hand that was placed on the table and lacing their fingers together. "What am I going to do with you?" A fond expression painted his face all the while.

"Leave the orange and come with me instead?"

Seokjin felt a familiar warmth blossom in his chest as both of their joined hands tightened together, unspoken messages flowing between their palms. "Only for you."

Namjoon moved his head to the side to stare at their hands, allowing the older male to see a side-view of his ever famous, dimple-framed smile. "I know."