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Baby Wipes

Namjin

Warnings: Slight Profanity; Angst(?)

"I.. I want this one." Namjoon stared at his boyfriend, a patient look on his face. Jin had been trying to choose which ice cream item he should get for the last ten minutes, and the ice cream truck guy looked like he was about to yell.

"Are you sure?" Jin nodded quickly, a satisfied look on his face. The ice cream had to be perfect. Perfect temperature, nice crisp package, and most definitely couldn't have been touched by anyone else. Of course this one had to be at the very bottom, everyone knew that.

Namjoon smiled and pulled money out of his wallet. He gave it to Jin and watched as the boy straightened it out, making sure to get every wrinkle out before handing it over to the ice cream guy. When Jin turned back to him, he had a horrified expression on his face. Namjoon almost couldn't contain his giggles.

He pulled hand sanitizer out of his pocket, holding it out for the older who took it quickly pouring it into his hand.

"You did really good, think you're ready to shake someone's hand?"

"Never." Namjoon snickered and walked over to the tables. He has been working with Jin for the past year, helping him overcome some obstacles that were getting in the elder's way of adulting.

Everything started off professional, Namjoon showed up as Jin's personal caregiver, doing what the older couldn't.

Then things became exciting one day when Jin was freaking out because a bug had landed in his hair. Jin grabbed hold of Namjoon's hand in the moment. Even though Jin used an excessive amount of hand sanitizer afterwards, he couldn't stop his heart from beating uncontrollably.

He had never intentionally touched someone like that before. He thought he never would. But Namjoon had clearly changed something in him. So he sat Namjoon down that night and told him how he felt. And he felt so happy when Namjoon said he felt the same way.

"So, which table?" Jin looked around. Usually Joonie would pick for him. Jin paused. Namjoon was testing him. Jin wanted to make him proud, even if that meant sitting in…. Filth.

Namjoon watched as Jin walked around, inspecting each table carefully. He heard a couple of guys snicker behind him, but chose to ignore it. He was used to Jin getting bullied. But only intervened when the older couldn’t handle it anymore.

Jin picked a table. The top of the table was spotless. The bench on the other hand, was calling for him to wipe it off with two baby wipes exactly seven times. He looked at Joon, seeing a brow raise. He took a deep breath holding it for seven seconds until finally sitting down.

Namjoon smiled. His Jinnie did it. He walked up to Jin, patting him on the shoulder twice. He found that this was the one thing the older did not throw a fit over, so he did this in order to show his love.

"Very good baby." Namjoon sat beside him, placing his backpack on the very edge of the table. Jin nodded, opening his ice cream snickers bar halfway. He wanted to take a bite, he really did. But all he could think of was how many germs he could be sitting on right now. How when he stood up, his pants would be a different shade of black then when he sat down. Even if others couldn’t see it, he knew. And that was all took for Jin to freak out a little.

He stared at his ice cream, his knee jumping up and down a little bit. He felt Namjoon pat his back and looked up. Namjoon had his brows raised, a small smile on his face.

"You wanna wipe the seat off?"

"Very much so." Jin stood up quickly, handing his ice cream over to Namjoon and rummaging through the back pack to find his baby wipes. He opened it carefully, pulling one out to wipe the seat down four times. Then pulled another one out and wiped the bench off three more times. He paused before putting the baby wipes back up. He took another one out, wiping off his butt.

Namjoon heard footsteps and turned around to see two boys approaching.

"Is there something I can help you with?" Namjoon stood up, blocking the two boys from Jin, who hid behind him, gulping and grabbing onto the hem of the younger's shirt.

"Why the fuck is your boyfriend so weird?" The taller boy asked, peeking around Namjoon to see Jin.

"Why does it matter to you?" Namjoon stepped forward a little bit.

"Cause it bugs me, that’s why. With his fucking baby wipes." What a sorry excuse. Namjoon knew this guy was just looking for a fight. Knowing it was easier to pick on the smaller kids. He stepped forward a little, getting into Namjoon's face.

"It bugs you that my boyfriend used baby wipes to clean the seat? What are you? The baby wipe police? Just mind your own business." Namjoon tried to turn around, but the boy caught his arm, swinging him around and landing a punch right onto his jaw.

Namjoon fell back a little bit, knocking into Jin. Jin immediately panicked, his chest rising a falling heavily. He looked around, feeling pathetic that he couldn’t do anything. He took another wipe out, wiping his hands on it and his shirt where Namjoon had touched it.

Jin looked around, looking for someone to help him, not that he would be able to ask them anything anyways. But he could at least try to get their attention.

Namjoon was now on the ground holding his jaw, he looked at the boy, who was now looking at Jin. He tried making a move, but Namjoon grabbed his ankle, making him fall onto the ground as well.

"Stay away from him." Namjoon yelled. He climbed on top of the boy, pulling him up by the collar of his shirt.

"Joonie, your shirt has grass all over it!" Jin yelled. He took another baby wipe, trying to reach for Namjoon's shirt. But the other boy had gotten to him, grabbing him buy the shirt and about to land a punch.

So jin did the first thing he thought of.

He grabbed the hand sanitizer out of his pocket  opening it quickly and pouring a dissatisfying amount into his hand, making him gag a little at the sight. Then he slapped it right in the boy's face.

The boy released him, backing away and screaming at the pain in his eyes. He tripped over Namjoon, making him fall onto the sidewalk. Namjoon got up quickly, running over to Jin to make sure he was okay. Jin was holding his hand in the air, looking for the baby wipes that had fallen somewhere on the ground.

"Are you okay?" Namjoon looked back, watching as the two hurried away.

"I can't believe that just worked! Did you see me? I was like bam! And he was like 'ahh!'" Jin giggled, and Namjoon couldn’t help but smile. He found the wipes and opened them for the younger, who took one and wiped his hand off, almost throwing up at the feeling of the sanitizer smooshing between his fingers.

"You did really well baby." Jin looked up at him. Namjoon had the best look on his face. A face that showed just how proud he was. It made Jin's heart flutter. He stared at the younger. I mean, what the hell. He just had a moment. Why not make it better?

So he made a very big, very bold move. He grabbed Namjoon by his shirt, and smashed their lips together. And as much as Jin thought he was going to feel awkward, it was the complete opposite. Jin felt amazing. The warmth of Namjoon's lips were perfect, and the way he grabbed his hips to pull him closer was perfect. Namjoon was perfect.

Jin didn’t want to pull away, but his lungs were crying to get air. So he gently pulled away, smiling at Namjoon's red cheeks. "I love you Joonie, more than I can put into words. Th.ank you so much for being there for me."

Namjoon froze for a minute. He knew Jin felt this way, but this was the first time Jin had ever said what he was feeling. He smiled and couldn’t help himself when he pulled Jin into a warm hug. "I love you too Jinnie."

Jin pulled away, clearing his throat as he looked down at his clothes, now wrinkled do to the hug. He fixed them the best he could and walked back over to the table. He wiped the seat down seven more times with the baby wipes before sitting down. Namjoon sat down next to him, laughing. But when Jin looked at him, his face was full of sadness.

"What's wrong?" Maybe Jin kissing him wasn’t the best thing?

Jin used a wipe to pick up his melted ice cream very carefully, making sure to not touch himself with it at all.

"I need more ice cream."

AN
This is bleh....