Back For You
Authour: tusaisbts
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words:2289
Ship: Jimin×Namjoon
Summary:
Jimin just had to worst day at work and all he wanted to do was fall into Namjoon's arms for the night, but instead his night is full of surprises, some bad and some good.
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Jimin was tired. Bone-deep, mentally exhausted tired. He’d had the longest, worst day and now he just wanted a hot shower and to snuggle up with his boyfriend.
“Joonie?” he called into their apartment, closing and locking the door behind him with a soft click.
It was dark, the only light coming from the streetlight that sat outside their living room windows.
“Joonie?” he shucked off his boots with a sigh and clicked on the light, looking around for signs of Namjoon, who seemed to leave a trail of papers and books behind him wherever he went.
Jimin peeked into the spare bedroom that operated more as an office, filled to the brim with books, but there was no sign of him. He frowned, snuffling to their bedroom, half-expecting Namjoon to be a sleeping lump on the bed, since Jimin was admittedly getting home way later than normal.
But there was no soft snoring and no Namjoon there. Jimin was puzzled. Where in the world would he be at almost 10 at night?
His phone buzzed in his pocket, so he picked it up, heart falling.
[Reminder for tomorrow: Joonie comes home!!!!]
Shit. Stupid Namjoon had to go and be so smart and get himself invited to a research conference. Fuck. Jimin had totally forgotten over the day, expecting Namjoon to be here to hug him and rub his back and whisper soothing words into his ear. He always knew the right thing to say, it seemed, when Jimin was upset.
Fuck. Jimin could feel a pout growing on his face, despite his best efforts to push it down. He was 27 goddamn years old, not 2. He could handle a bad day just fine. It’s not like he needed Namjoon, he could technically live without him, he guessed.
He sighed, falling onto the bed with his uniform still on. He thought for a second about calling Jungkook and checking up on him. The poor kid was just barely out of the academy but had been a trooper today.
The day had started like normal, with a briefing from the captain, a mostly no nonsense and shrewd officer named Min Yoongi. He was newer, young, but damn good at his job. They had sort of bonded when Captain Min’s husband had showed up to take him to lunch one day a few weeks back, because Seokjin Min was a business professor at Namjoon’s university and recognized Jimin from some faculty awards event.
After the briefing, Jimin and Jungkook had been sent to investigate a pretty gruesome murder scene, then got called away because of a hostage situation at a bank that hadn’t gone well. It had been hours of tense waiting, and for nothing, because negotiations went sidewise and they had heard shots from inside the building. They’d had to storm the building and Jimin had stumbled across a woman clutching her lifeless child, blood blooming from a bullet wound in her chest.
Sometimes his job broke his heart.
It was hard not to become jaded as a police officer, but the hard days kept him feeling human, as bad as they might be.
He might not need Namjoon to survive, but he really did want a hug right now.
Instead, Jimin sighed again and rolled off the bed, stripping off his heavy uniform to hop in the shower. He let the hot water pound into his sore back until it turned cold, groaning as he turned the water off. He wiped off his face with a soft towel, something Namjoon had insisted they should splurge on when they finally moved in together because “good towels make life better, Jiminie.”
