... And Other Ships

NamJin: Worry

Namjoon crawled out of bed and silently made coffee as he got ready for work. He threw on sweatpants and one of Jin's light-pink t-shirts and brushed his teeth, not really caring about his messy brown hair. He worked in a studio all day; what was the point of impressing anyone? That was what his music was for. In all honesty, he didn't care about what anyone thought of his music; not Hoseok, not Yoongi, not his other friends. Only his fans and Jin.

Jin.

God, Namjoon loved Jin. Even though they got married a while ago, he fell in love all over again every time he gazed into those eyes and kissed those lips. He felt at home cuddled up to Jin all hours of the day, even when he's being yelled at for being in the kitchen while dinner was being made. It didn't matter that Namjoon was a total fuck-up and broke everything or didn't know how a knife worked; Jin loved him and he loved Jin. That was always how it was.

But lord did he hate leaving his husband all the time. He always woke up in a bad mood on days he had to work because all he wanted was to sleep in and lay around with Jin, but he knew it didn't work that way. So he poured his coffee into his YETI travel mug and set it next to his keys before going back into their room.

Jin was fast asleep on his side of the bed, Namjoon's Ryan plushie in his arms. Well, one of the many Ryan plushies Namjoon owned. He never slept with them in his bed, so he assumed that Jin had woken up and gotten it from the shelf before going back to sleep. That thought made him regret ever signing a deal with BigHit, but it was his dream and Jin respected that.

"Jin-hyung, I'm leaving," Namjoon whispered as he ran a hand through Jin's black hair. The older man rarely ever dyed his hair, preferring his natural hair over any color. He placed a kiss on his cheek and pulled the covers up a little more before he turned to leave. Just as his hand was about to slip off of the bed, Jin grabbed it and held it tight. "Have a good day, honey. I'll miss you," he muttered, eyes still closed. Namjoon sighed and placed one more kiss on his lips. "Thank you. Have a good day and I'll call you later. I love you." Jin muttered the last sentence back before he let Namjoon go, falling back to sleep immediately.

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"I swear to God, Park Jaewon, stop terrorizing Oedeng! That poor creature," Jimin sighed as he pulled his son away from the Jin's sugar glider cage. Jin laughed from his spot in the living room as Jimin came back with Jaewon in his arms. "Sorry, hyung. You know how three-year-olds are. You used to drive Jungkook to school," he joked and Jin nodded. "Yes. Speaking of, what's the deal between you two?" he asked and Jimin shrugged.

"Ever since Chae left, he's been helping with Jae. I'm thankful for him," Jimin replied and continued to fuss over Jaewon, who was making grabby hands for Jin. He finally wiggled out of his father's grasp and climbed into the older man's lap, earning a kiss on his chubby cheek. Jimin smiled fondly and frowned. "Hyung, where's Joon-hyung?" he asked, earning a sigh. "Work. Again. He hasn't had an off day in months..."

That thought reminded him of the text he got around three in the afternoon. 'Late studio night. sorry...' It made his heart hurt to think that his husband was getting overworked and underpaid. Namjoon was his rock, his cure for his anxiety and best friend. If he hadn't met and married the younger man, he would be crying even more than he already did, which was pretty often when Namjoon wasn't with him.

And that was what he found himself doing once again, right in front of Jimin. He was ashamed for crying in front of the younger man, who had it much harder than he himself did. Jimin's - now ex - wife had cheated on him and divorced, leaving him with full custody of their son. He was left homeless with a two-year-old last year and currently lived with their friend Jungkook, who had a crush on Jimin since he was eighteen. Jimin had a reason to cry, unlike Jin.

"Jin-hyung, talk to me," Jimin said as he moved over to sit on the couch with the older man, rubbing his back gently. "I'm s-sorry. I-I just miss him a-a lot and it's s-stupid to c-cry, b-but I just can't he-help it," Jin sobbed as he rested his head on the younger man's shoulder. Jimin shushed him and wrapped his arm around him. "No, hyung. It's not stupid. I know you miss him and it's okay. It's natural to cry - hell, I cry when I have to go into work and leave JaeJae with Jungkook," he chuckled a little at the end, which caused Jin to giggle lightly.

But he frowned again and wiped his eyes. "Joonie's having another late night tonight. He's had late nights all week and it's not fair to him. He never gets any sleep and I worry about him so much," he whimpered. Jimin rested his head on top of Jin's with a huff. "You both are strong and will get through this. It's going to be alright."

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Namjoon arrived home at three in the morning. He was absolutely exhausted, but also excited. They were giving him a week and a half off for a mental health break. That meant a week and a half of sleeping in, lazing around with Jin, and just overall being the husband the older man deserved. He couldn't even begin to imagine how bad Jin's anxiety had been while he was at work.

Jin worked at the local daycare. He was around screaming kids all day and it usually triggered panic or anxiety attacks. And Jin absolutely hated crowds. No matter where they went, he always had a hold of Namjoon's hand for reassurance, even doing simple things like going grocery shopping. It must have been hell for the older and Namjoon felt so guilty for not being around for him.

His guilt increased and heart dropped as he noticed the light in the kitchen was on. Jin was asleep with his head on the table and phone by his hand, which displayed Namjoon's 'just go home' message. There was a glass of water and a bowl of cut strawberries in the middle of the table. Further inspection revealed that Jin was in one of Namjoon's beige t-shirts that he usually wore to bed.

Namjoon put the strawberries in the fridge, turned off the kitchen light, put his husband's phone on the charger before he picked him up and carried him to bed. He got ready for bed and slipped on another one of Jin's shirts, then made his way to the bedroom.

"Joonie." Jin was sitting up and sobbing gently as he gazed at his husband. Without thinking twice, Namjoon immediately rushed over and wrapped his husband up in his arms. "Jinnie-hyung." He sat down on the bed and pulled the older man in his lap, holding him like a baby as he kissed his temple. "I was so w-worried," Jin sobbed and Namjoon started to mentally beat himself up at the realization that Jin had a panic attack over him earlier in the night. He never said he was worried unless something like that happened.

He smothered his husband in apologies and kisses, all the while trying to get him to calm down. Once he was calm, Jin nestled his face in the crook of Namjoon's neck and took a deep breath. "I love you," he sighed out after a minute, smiling against his husband's neck when he felt Namjoon rest his head against his own. "I love you, too. PD-nim is giving me a week and a half off for a mental health break. I promise it will be the best week and a half ever."

Jin shook his head and looked into those sweet eyes he loved so much. "I don't care if we never leave the house, Joonie. I just want to be with you," he whispered before joining their lips in a long-awaited goodnight kiss.