Cold [NAMJIN]

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No thanks to Namjoon's magical destructive hands, Jin ended up having to prepare a late lunch slash early dinner for both of them.

Namjoon offered some help but Jin has already learned enough for more than 10 years of knowing the younger and immediately declined the offer, quietly mumbling ''you'll just burn the house down'' under his breath.

Of course Namjoon heard it. Seokjin purposely mumbled it loud enough for the younger to hear. After eating, Jin entrusted Namjoon with the tidying up. With his supervision of course. 

Namjoon felt really bad about destroying another microwave and promised to replace it but Jin only said to forget it, saying he'll just destroy the replacement before it could even reach home.

Seokjin doesn't actually mind Namjoon's destructive touch though. To others, it might be frustrating and annoying but he's already used to it. And he's pretty sure his mother also is. After all, that microwave was already their third. And yeah. Namjoon's also the one responsible for murdering the first and second.

After making sure that the kitchen is once again sparky clean and the soot made by the once burning microwave is erased, both boys headed upstairs, Jin feeling lightheaded once again.

Namjoon briefly stayed by the open door while Jin headed straight for the bed, tucking himself under the covers and closing his eyes. Only to open them once again after minutes of still not feeling sleepy. He sat up and saw Namjoon now playing with his sugar gliders.

"Joonie." He called the younger who immediately turned around, a sugar glider clumsily walking in his open palm. "Sleep with me."

Namjoon blinked.

Pardon?

"What?" Namjoon asked, dumbfounded. Seokjin pouted and patted the vacant spot on the bed beside him.

"Sleep with me. It's cold."

Namjoon gulped.

Okay. Dear God, Allah and Buddha, what kind of terrible test is this?

"Joonie." Jin calls again, his pout still present. "You're staying the night, right? Hurry, it's cold."

Noooooooooooo! Stooooooooooop! I don't want to even though I want to! I don't want to rape you! Stop it! No!

But he's cold.

Namjoon froze and slowly turned to his left, where he saw a tiny version of himself standing on his shoulder. The tiny Namjoon has horns, a tail, a fork and a scary big smile.

He's cold Namjoon-ah. Go and warm your Jinnie up.

Namjoon almost fainted. The tiny Namjoon spoke. It's official. He's turning crazy. Jin's offer of sleeping with him has turned him crazy.

Rejecting the obviously very dangerous offer crossed Namjoon's mind but when he noticed how Jin is visibly shaking, he sighed and slowly put the sugar glider back to it's cage.

I'll seriously regret this later.

He stood up, his legs wobbly and gulped. With nervous steps, he approached the bed and slowly got himself under the covers. Jin immediately snuggled next to him the moment he lied down, moaning in content.

Oh fuck.

Not a minute later, Namjoon heard the light snoring of the fine specimen beside him and sighed.