Domesticity || Namjin

Day Off

[A/N: I honestly don't know how I came up with this scenario, but hopefully it's still enjoyable. (Just don't think too hard on the random parts.)
And thank you to those who read my cringy af writing willingly.]

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Namjoon looked on in slight confusion at the chaos that filled the majority of the living room. It's nothing new for the members of Bangtan to wake up at an early time for specific reasons, whether it be to arrive at the set location on time or to attend a company meeting, but perhaps six in the morning was just a little too early.

Hoseok and Jimin were laughing hysterically at a pantless Yoongi, Jungkook was attacking one of Jin’s flower pots with a shoelace, and Taehyung was sitting behind the mid-center couch-- trying to use a recorder to snort a cup of chocolate pudding.

With a few more glances around the living room, the leader finally decided that it was the snorter who needed his assistance the most. He cautiously shuffled his way over to Taehyung and gently pushed the younger's head away from the instrument, voicing a clear and definite, “No.”

A small, “Okay,” was barely audible from the younger as he looked up at Namjoon, blinking owlishly for a moment before deciding to use the end of the recorder as a makeshift spoon instead.

Namjoon shook his head and made his way through the hallway, stopping at an open door that showed the interior of a mostly pink bedroom. “Oh… so that's where his pants went.”

Seokjin hummed as he took the black skinny jeans out from underneath the needle of the sewing machine, “He mentioned something about “parkouring too hard” and threw them at me! Can you believe that?! Actually, don't answer that. But… it’s still disrespectful!”

“Then you should have made him sew his own pants. If he can fix seventy percent of what I brake, then I'm pretty sure he can learn to sew his own pants. I've seen him do well with a needle and thread.”

“You see, that's what I was thinking too. But would it really be wise to let him near my machine? Stitching clothes with an expensive, high tech model is a whole other level. Plus, even he knew that this job required an auto, not a manual.” Seokjin said as he flipped the black material right side out. “Now do me a favor and give this back to Yoongi. I'm not ready to handle the mess that is undoubtedly hovering around them right now.”

The elder threw the pants to his partner and slumped against the black mesh chair he was seated in. “I just need… fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes to prepare myself for the rest of the day. That’s all I’m asking for, Joon.”

An unexpected, swift kiss was pressed to the crown of Jin's head by Namjoon. “I can do better than that, Princess.”

The leader quickly left the flushed male’s side and made his way to the budding chaos, texting a certain person all the while.

“Attention, everyone!” All movement in the living room ceased at the authority that heavily coated their leader's voice. “There's been a change in schedule. Jin and I will not be joining the rest of you at the meeting or practice session today, we have some errands to run for Mr. Bang instead. I'm sorry, but these errands are essential to the company and no one else is available to go pick them up.”

“Why do you sound so formal? Its weird. But anyway, you guys are lucky that it's today's session.” Hoseok said as he grabbed the jeans from Namjoon’s grasp and threw them to the rightful owner. “If it was yesterday's dance practice where we switched out the choreography and the chorus, then that would have sucked for all of us.”

“I don't even want to think about that right now.” Namjoon said as he threw a glance towards his vibrating phone. “Speaking of time, they want you to be at the company in ten minutes. Something about an early start…?”

“Ten minutes?!” Yoongi shouted, pants half on. “It's a fifteen minute walk and most of us aren't even presentable!” He gestured to himself and Jungkook who was currently wearing a Pikachu onesie-- only to be shocked with surprised when the younger unzipped his outfit to reveal his casual, everyday wear.

Namjoon folded his arms across his chest while giving the older rapper a pointed look. “The only thing I'm going to tell you is that you should probably start running, you're all down to eight minutes.”

A string of curses and the loud thudding of feet filled the living room, the noise lasting until the front door slammed shut behind the five, panicked males.

“Is everything okay out there? It suddenly went quiet and I am concerned.” Jin spoke the moment Namjoon stepped foot into his room.

The leader ceased his movement until he was less than an arms length away from the older, and leaned down until their noses were a hair's width away from touching. “I have my ways with blackmail. But now we pretty much have the whole day to ourselves.” He then closed the gap between them, gently pressing his lips onto Jin’s with (much needed) loving intimacy.

“I really want to know what blackmail you're talking about,” Jin whispered breathlessly, frequently switching his focus from his lover's own hooded gaze to his slightly reddened lips, “but all I can really think about right now is how much I love you.”

“Then show me how much you love me.”