Pretty Lips {Namjin}

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Hello, darlings!

This chapter will be more of a filler until I can get to another high point in my plot, but I hope it will be as golden for you guys, as always :D

Enjoy!

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Once everyone was situated at the table, Jimin's and Yoongi's clothes and hair finally straightened out, a calm silence came over all of them, the sound of food being chewed and silverware rubbing up against the dinner plates infesting the atmosphere.

That was, of course, until Jimin interlaced his fingers with Yoongi's pale ones, nothing but care and reassurance in his gentle and loving eyes.

Ms. Kim noticed this small act of intimacy and smiled, knowing from Namjoon telling her that the two were also a couple in his group of friends.

The woman held her grin in place  as she shuffled her elbows on the surface of her table-top, joining her palms together after a moment and emitting a low hum, "So, Yoongi, is your back feeling any better?"

At the question being asked, Yoongi began to gag a little bit on his mouthful of pizza, Jimin having to pat his back as his reflex choked it back up his throat while Taehyung tilted in his chair as he nearly passed out from stifling his laugh.

Yoongi let a few coughs exit his baby pink lips, clearing his throat so he could try to gain some sort of ground in this awful situation, "O-Oh, I think it feels better, Ms. Kim."

"Well, that's wonderful, I'm glad the pain reliever Jimin had on him helped a great deal for you," she grinned with a nod, taking a sip from her glass of ice water as the rest of the boys around her, except the couple attempting to hide their love fest, snort quietly in amusement.

"It's really too bad, though, that the pain reliever won't help out with the slight limp Yoongi has," Jungkook smirked above the rim of his cup of juice, swiping out his tongue to lick along his bottom lip.

Yoongi's eyed narrowed and he glanced down at his plate to ponder about how he was going to handle this predicament without running out of the house, Ms. Kim snapping back his attention when she started speaking. "Oh no, how did you get the limp, Yoongi-ah?"

He pressed his lips together and looked next to him at Jimin for an answer but the boy just nodded his head with a sly grin, instead fixing his vision to Namjoon's mother so he could stutter out his made-up excuse, "Um... I r-run track."

"That would explain the limp, running really works out the ligaments, I did that in high school," the woman replied and Yoongi hummed with a scowl as he worked another bite of pizza into the cave of his mouth.

Taehyung snickered down at his thighs before setting fiery eyes of mischief on Yoongi across from him, eventually looking towards Ms. Kim to add onto the lovely conversation going on currently. "But thankfully, Yoongi hyung practices many precautions to guard against an injury such as that, including going to gym class with Jiminie over here."

Hoseok let out a little giggle and perched his head on top of the jut of his palm as he gazed at the very pissed off Jimin and embarrassed Yoongi parallel to him, "Jimin loves to help out with hyung's flexibility, Yoongi finds it especially helpful when he stretches him nice and slow as to not loosen him up too quickly."

"And Jimin is so agile with his hands in showing him what to do, finding every little crevice that makes Yoongi ache," Jungkook supplied, nodding with a grin as he saw how Jimin had to clench a fist to keep himself from strangling the younger.

"Jimin also is a wonderful masseuse for rubbing out the kinks in Yoongi's muscles. What kind of oil do you use to keep his skin so supple?" Hoseok chuckled deep in his throat after uttering this question, Jimin rolling his eyes with a tongue in his cheek.