One shots - Jikook -

At Your Feet

It's after a member of their production team pulls them aside do the boys realise the errors that come with great tolerance. While Jimin and Jeongguk are excluded from the impromptu discussion, Namjoon keeps an eye out for them in the corner they've claimed for themselves. They're never quite out of sight, but to the rest of the group they might as well have been entirely out of mind considering how reckless they've grown in the last couple of weeks.

"I know it's a lot to ask." One of their camera operators fidgets awkwardly, and Namjoon feels for the man. The filming crew have yet to build up an immunity to Jimin and Jeongguk's shameless intimacy, while the rest of the boys have been in preparation for this moment for two years. "We just can't use any of this footage if Jimin and Jeongguk continue on like this."

The group turns – drawn around by Jimin's laughter, the sound amplified by the proud grin curling at the corners of Jeongguk's lips not an inch away. The near permanent dopey, dazzled look in his eyes is almost too much. They feel like they're intruding on a private moment.

"Sickening." Seokjin's squints at them, his head shaking fondly.

"They look happy." Hoseok smiles.

"Yeah... I kinda wanna mess with 'em," comes Taehyung's muffled input from behind the sturdy camera equipment. He's got an angle on them, one eye closed as he peers through the viewfinder.

Despite sitting in separate chairs, they're always at a touching distance. Jimin's swaddled in one of Jeongguk's hoodies and given how prone he is to giggle himself off his feet, Jeongguk has an arm secured around his waist – just for extra safety precautions. They're close, just a hair's breadth away from Jeongguk easily slipping his tongue past Jimin's lips, but Jimin's making it a task with his uncontrollable laughter. So Jeongguk watches in silence – delighted that he's managed to coax another smile from the lips he so relentlessly insists is the cause for his everyday suffering.

"They're a second away from straddling each other," Taehyung mutters, scoffing lightly.

"Er... boys?" their camera operator calls back their attention. "As I was saying...um... would you mind having a word with them? Break is almost up, and we need to stay on schedule. We can't afford more reshoots."

"Don't worry, I got this," Taehyung snorts, striding out onto the set, his shoulders rolling with confidence. There's whoop of encouragement from Hoseok at his back, widening his gait to a strut. If he fails to convince Jeongguk, then surely Jimin will give it some consideration. He knows there's better chances with Jimin than Jeongguk; the little bastard has ways of worming himself out of confrontation with a blink alone. Taehyung's almost smug how easier Jimin would be. However, halfway to the couple, his stride abruptly stutters before he does a complete U-turn back to the others.

"I thought you had this?" Namjoon teases, endeared by the effort.

Over Taehyung's stiffened shoulder, Jeongguk slides Jimin out of his place at the wall to slot him into his lap. The giggles cease to allow for a moment of heated tension, and immediately, Taehyung is sprinting to get to the other side of the room.

The others groan. They know what's coming.

"If they fuck in here, I'm not stepping foot into this place again," Taehyung hisses to Namjoon, whose hands have come up to rub wearily at his eyes. "This is why I haven't gone into Jeongguk's bathroom since New Year's Eve. You take a black light in there, you're gonna never wanna touch a goddamn thing again..."

"I'm gonna regret asking, but... is it like – you know – a sprinkler kind of situation?" Seokjin asks in morbid curiosity.

"I don't know. It's like he jerks off doing the helicopter." Taehyung shrugs.