dm me? || namjin⚡

18

after picking jin up from his apartment, namjoon was having difficulty focusing on the road.

his eyes kept flitting over to the side to catch another glimpse of the perfect man, his attire almost making him drool - a tight fighting mesh shirt with a sequin jacket thrown on top that just screamed with gay energy, and ripped jeans which clung to his thighs and butt. to top it all off, namjoon noticed subtle smokey eye make-up, eyeliner, and high-shine lip-gloss that emphasised, deepened and brought out his striking features.

it took everything within him to bring his attention back to dropping off jimin, who was enthusiastically striking up a conversation with hoseok in the back about dance. yoongi was holding hoseok's hand, boredly looking out the window, and jin was interrupting the flow of words every so often to advise jimin on what to do in any kind of bad situation, god forbid he ever be in one.

namjoon found it so cute. he needed to catch himself before he could think about other things, like how good jin would be at parenting, and how lovely it would be to watch him take care of little kids that they could claim as their own, and-

shit, too late.

many minutes later, with namjoon debating whether it was worth staring at him and crashing the car, they finally arrived at a grand looking house. jimin jumped out, closely followed by a worried jin.

"hyuuung," jimin complained in embarrassment, outside, "please, it'll be fine! jeongguk's parents are so nice, i swear hyung, they're really lovely, they've already given me lifts home from school and stu-"

that was all namjoon heard before the door slammed. he watched out the window as the siblings hurried towards the front door, jimin almost swallowed by his bag, and he chuckled in amusement. 

"jin makes you sooooft," teased an unbothered yoongi from the back, and namjoon snapped his head around, already growing pink from the statement. he couldn't deny it - jin did make him soft, and to be honest, he was okay with that - but if his dunce best friend could proclaim it so surely, then clearly he was doing a shitshow of hiding it.

"would you kindly shut up? i would really appreciate it." namjoon's response was sarcastic. "and also, it's jin hyung to you, sucker."

"oooh, does it bother you?" it seemed as though yoongi wasn't going to stop teasing him. the truth was that it did bother him - he remembered back from one of their earliest conversations, jin had told him that he hadn't ever told anyone to drop honorifics with him, and to this day that had made him feel special. he loved it.

yoongi sat, entertained by his own remark, snickering gleefully at namjoon's embarrassment,

then out of nowhere, hoseok - who had been largely engrossed in his phone until now - looked up, giggled and elbowed him in the rib.

"hey, he doesn't bully us, okay? leave the love-struck fool alone." namjoon threw his saviour a grateful look before sticking his tongue out at yoongi. "yeah, suck ittt," he then teased back, knowing fully well that yoongi wouldn't retaliate if hoseok told him not to, and he laughed loudly at the silent but glowering little boy in the back seat.

"hoseokkk," yoongi whined, his arm snaking up to grab his boyfriend's arm, "tell namjoon to stop bullying me, too." the duo were like two immature children, acting as they always had since they'd met at the mere age of three and five. hoseok usually settled the childish bickering between them, but this time, his mind was somewhere else as he started at his screen, and he shook his head, wiggling his arm so that yoongi's hand fell off.

"stop being silly, yoongs," he muttered distractedly, flicking through various screens on his phone finally finding the link he needed... when in the blink of an eye the bright screen in front of him disappeared.