Fixed, Jikook

13

Seokjin:

"Kim Namjoon!" Seokjin yelled from outside the younger's locked door. "Open the door!"

He heard Namjoon groan and slowly get up, a few crashing sounds following suit. Eventually he got to the door, unlocked it, and Jin was met with bed hair and under eye bags, the look becoming complete when he saw the Ryan pants Namjoon wore.

"You look like a zombie," he blurted out as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him, taking a seat at the swivel chair in front of Namjoon's desk, noticing the clutter of papers and textbooks on and around the wooden structure.

"Thanks for that, dearest friend," Namjoon said sarcastically, making his way back to his unmade bed covered in Ryan plushies. The bed was pushed against the wall which had a large window high up on it. A window that was being pelted with acorns (and other small, useless things) constantly, courteousy of Seokjin, who was currently investigating the pile of homework and study material on Namjoon's large desk in the middle of his room, pressed against a wall covered in band posters.

"No wonder you look so horrible. You were probably up late studying again," Jin said.

Namjoon sighed. "Not everyone can look as great as you do all the time, hyung," he stated, changing the subject. He leaned against the wall and looked up at the ceiling, focusing on the light cast through the window.

"Don't you think I know that?" Jin scoffed, organizing the papers on the messy desk.

Once he was done, he got up and walked over to Namjoon's bed, plopping down beside the younger and leaning his head on his shoulder.

"You didn't need to do that for me, hyung," Namjoon muttered after a few seconds of silence.

Jin moved closer to Namjoon, resting his head on the younger's chest and tangling their legs together, finding comfort in his warmth. "Why wouldn't I organize your crap, idiot? I do it every day, Joonie. That's what friends are for."

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Namjoon:

His heart tightened in his chest, and he forced out a laugh. "I thought you were my friend in order to steal my mother's cooking?"

Jin laughed as well, causing Namjoon's heart to swell. Damn him and his stupid mood swings. Jin was just his friend.

"That's just a bonus," Jin joked. "Along with my wonderful jokes."

"Your jokes are horrible, grandpa," Namjoon groaned. "You're lucky you can cook, otherwise I would have ditched you by now."

"Nonsense. You know you love me," Jin said sweetly, pouting. "Plus I'm too pretty for you to leave."

"Yup," he replied seriously, causing Jin to get flustered.

"Stop flattering me," Jin whined, smacking the younger on the arm.

"Hey. You said it first. I'm just agreeing with you."

Namjoon looked down at Jin, noticing the small smile gracing his handsome features. He adored that smile, a smile that said Jin was happy and content.

"You need to get more sleep, Joonie," Jin said suddenly, stern.

Namjoon sighed but nodded, one part of him feeling guilty for having Jin worry, the other squealing in joy at the use of his nickname. Joonie.

"I know, hyung, but I really need to study."

"Study my ass," Jin grumbled. "I swear if you're like this tomorrow, I will literally force you to go to sleep and watch you until I hear your annoying snores."

"Okay, hyung," Namjoon replied, his mind wandering to thoughts of cuddling Jin until he fell asleep, listening to the other's breathing and taking in the smell of his hair, floral and sweet. It smelt of home.

He was definitely going to stay up late again.

"School's going to start in like, thirty minutes," Jin said as a warning, not making any moves of getting up.

"Do we have to go?" Namjoon groaned, leaning his head on Jin's, nestling in close.

"Of course."

Namjoon groaned again and closed his eyes, thinking of the countless amount of times this has happened. Namjoon sleeping in, Jin coming over and waking him up, the two of them talking and relaxing until they eventually get up and head to school.

He heard Jin sniff and nuzzle his nose into his chest a bit, interlacing their hands, and his heart quickened in pace.

He's also surprised that he's never gotten a heart attack from the amount of adoration he holds for his hyung. The amount of adoration that had built up over the years of their friendship (is still building), starting at age eight when his family moved into the house next door to the Kim residence, their parents bonding over the surprising fact their families shared the same names.

"Isn't it weird that our families both have the surname Kim?" Namjoon's dad said, astonished, on a night where the two families got together.

This particular time it was at Jin's house, the first of many get togethers the neighboring Kims would hold. The adults were in the kitchen drinking wine, as adults do, and Seokjin and Namjoon were in the living room, the younger of the two sitting on the couch, a book in his lap. Jin was at the opposite end of said couch, lying upside down, feet extended into the air and head pressed into the carpeted floor.

Although their moms had introduced them to each other that afternoon, expecting them to instantly click because of the numerous things they had in common (one of which being their age, another their grade in school, the last their surnames), the two boys had barely spoken, too shy and too young to know how to fake friendliness and sociability.

When Namjoon heard his dad's surprised remark, he had scoffed.
"What's there marvel at, one third of Koreans have the surname Kim."

He then went back to reading his book, perking up when he heard Jin's amused laugh.

The elder peered up at Namjoon, still upside down, and, upon noticing his curiosity, said," Half the kids at school are named Kim, yet none of them realize how stupidly common the name is."

That time it was Namjoon who laughed, blushing when Seokjin made a comment about it.

"I find that your laugh is particularly guttural, Namjoon-ssi," he had observed, nonchalant.

Namjoon's heart leapt at his throat at the moment, and his cheeks reddened not of embarrassment, but of pure admiration.

"I didn't know any other eight year-old knew the pronunciation and proper use of the word guttural," he had said, entranced, as Seokjin smiled at him, still upside down.

"I'm not like other eight year-olds, then," he had replied before beckoning Namjoon to his side and having the younger boy join him in his upside down world, where the roof was the floor, and things seemed prettier.

"Wow. Things look better this way," Namjoon voiced aloud.

"Yup," Seokjin responded. "Things always look better when you imagine them in a different, impossible way."

Thus began their friendship.

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Agh. Namjin always manages to warm my soul. Next chapter will also be of them, for I can't help but make the plot increasingly complex and confusing (which is not at all means an intelligent move, but I can't resist adding more characters).
Thank you guys for over 750 reads, and a huge thanks to everyone who's reading this odd web of fluff and logorrea for every read, vote, and comment. It truly means the world. ♡♡♡
-katie