dm me? || namjin⚡

9

sorry for being so dead wattpad is forbidden for me so i wrote this in secret sorry for shitty quality but enjoy xo
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jin woke up to the weight of an arm resting in the curvy dip between his hip and ribcage, and with his legs clinging to one of namjoon's, pressing awkwardly between his thighs.

he didn't really feel like moving, though. the position was warm despite the cold radiating from the wooden floor, which the frosty atmosphere outside provided the room with.

trailing his eyes up from the wrapped up position they lay in, he rested his gaze on namjoon's face, admiring the manner in which his eyelids fluttered with each breath, his eyelids brushing against his puffy, melanin cheeks. the black mask he wore had shifted slightly in the depth of his slumber, and jin could see more of a cute button nose, his nostrils flaring slightly as he exhaled, and the tops of his rosy cheeks.

ouch, jin thought, hands tightening slightly on the back of namjoon's shirt, he's so cute, my heart hurts.

jin knew how self conscious namjoon was, and it near-murdered him to see such a beautiful face waste behind the darkness of such a stupid, ugly mask.

he allowed himself to stare as long as he could, longing to see his lips, imagining them to be plump and wide, and suddenly, the image of dimples boy jumped into his head.

jin, what the fuck, no, he scolded himself. you can't just use your crush to construct the rest of namjoon's face. just admit you have a crush on namjoon and go.

he pushed the thought to the back of his mind.

a low, loud gurgle widened jin's eyes as he looked down at his practically concave stomach, his hunger alarming him. tenderly pulling his arm out of the embrace, he blindly reached for his phone, his fingers fumbling over the planks covering the floor before they hit the sleek, shiny cuboid. he clicked the power button, almost screaming when he realised the time.

both sleep-deprived boys had finally been given the opportunity to rest, thanks to each other, by the warmth and and comfort and protection that came with the other's arms, and had therefore slept through both of their alarms. it was nearly 2 pm, and jin had already missed his 5 hour shift from 5-10am.

groaning internally, he slapped his palm against his forehead, staring back at namjoon once more, contemplating whether to wake him or not.

and suddenly;

"take a picture. it will last longer."

the frog behind the mask croaked out, sleep tainting his words.

jerking backwards in surprise, jin gasped, his breath hitching in his throat. "hey! i was just wondering whether i should wake you or not, because it's already 1:48pm and i've missed my shift at work!" he blushed furiously, wanting to deny the minutes before in which he continuously stared at namjoon's face, but couldn't find it within himself to do it.

his eyes raising into a smirky smile, namjoon scoffed and yawned a little. "okay, sure, hyung. whatever you say, i guess." and with that, he allowed his heavy eyelids to fall shut once more.

jin let his cheeks cool before talking again. "well," he sighed, "i'm going to cook, so you need to let go of me."

opening a single eye, namjoon grunted and hugged jin closer for a second before untangling the pretty mess that consisted of their limbs. "okay, okay, fine, but at least let me help you."

a picture of the two cooking together flashed through jin's mind as he struggled to his feet, his heart warming at the idea.

"let's do it."

*****

half an hour later, jin was seriously regretting his agreement to such a stupid plan.

he knew that namjoon couldn't cook, but he didn't really understand to what extent he had meant by that until...

well, until now. until he actually tried to prepare something edible for them both.

"FUCK!! excuse my french, but namjoon, you just set the fucking oil fire!"

the younger boy simply looked dazed, his eyes still focused on the charred pan, the flames dancing behind his pupils.

"but it was so pretty," he murmured under his breath, ensuring that jin didn't hear it.

except, jin's ears happened to catch what they were not supposed to.

"NAMJOON!!!!!!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!"

the younger boy jumped, startled, his voice hitching in his throat as he tried to explain himself.

"hyung, i just meant-"

"you can be on fetching duty for now. okay? agreed?"

a smile radiating through his eyes, namjoon saluted. "sir, yes sir!" he shouted, situating himself in the middle of the kitchen, prepared for any instruction that would be set in the next half hour.

*****

"can you get the salt?"

"yeah, sure."

"thanks!"

"um, hyung..."

"what's up?"

"the salt, it's in the cupboard right where you're standing..."

"i can't move from the pan, though."

"then... i guess, i'll just-"

jin screamed, almost dropping the pan as namjoon crawled in between his legs and grabbed the salt before retreating and handing it to his hyung.

"got it!"

"kim fucking namjoon, if you don't stop this shit-" jin swore, but he was unable to prevent the laughter that escaped his lungs as namjoon laughed at himself.

*****

jin grabbed his phone again and checked the time.

it was now 2.34pm, and it had taken them almost an hour to get a simple omelette on the table. the kitchen was suffering from the aftermath of bomb wreckage, and jin slumped into his seat, exhausted again despite his several hours of sleep just an hour earlier.

namjoon slid in opposite him, his eyes little crescents as he watched jin cut up the omelettes into triangles.

"hyung?"

"hmm?"

"thanks for cooking for me. and thanks for bringing me sweets, and helping me sleep, and everything."

touched, jin looked up, his gaze catching namjoon's.

"it's no problem, joon-ah," he replied softly, "i enjoyed it. and you helped me sleep too! so, thank you for having me!"

chuckling, namjoon cut up the rest of the omelettes, trying to copy jin, and not doing so badly.

they ate, the room filled with laughter, and their eyes twinkling with happiness.