Sick

Promise? ..... promise

Namjoon's pov

"Patty cake, patty cake, how many patty cake do you want? Patty cake, patty cake how many patty cake do you want. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7..." this is what I hear throughout the damned plane ride to my parents' house.

Jimin's currently sitting on Jin's lap facing him while they play a dumb game of hand slapping over and over again. Usually I can tolerate them but right now we were in a pit of a plane. It wasn't empty, there were a few people around us. No doubt they've been counting their patience as well.
My father had sent me a bunch of paperwork to overlook before the meeting and I couldn't concentrate.

"Jimin sweety can we play patty cake later. Why dont you and papa watch cartoons?"

He looks at me like I've just ruined his life. Luckily Jin steps in. "Why don't we let daddy do his work before he turns into Mr.Grouchy pants?" Jin attempts nuzzling into the boy's face.

I'm not surprised that it works. Jimin simply gives him an 'ok papa' and stops.

Silence descends upon the enclosed space of the first class lounge. I hear people from around me sigh in relief and continue to go about their tasks.
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Half an hour later I've successfully scanned through the first document in utter silence. The silence of the plane was only interupted by the sweet voices of the cabin crew and the occasional clinking of glass. I look over towards the window seat to my left and smile. Jimin's lifeless limbs are straddled around Jin's also lifeless body. The seat is pulled back a bit and they both seem to be calm. Jin has one hand on the small of Jimin's back and the other loosely under his butt. They seem content and I didn't want to disturb them. Jin looks angelic lying there even with a body on him. I reach over and press a small peck to his forehead. Leaning over I turn off the moniter infront of them and drape a thick blanket over their bodies.
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In 3 more hours we were on the airport getting through security. Ten minutes later we're standing outside the airport waiting for a taxi. It's a miracle Jimin managed to sleep through all that.

When we arrive at my parents' house I'm fully exhausted. After setting up the room for Jimin, putting him to bed and greeting my dad I walk up to my room where Jin was and collasp on the bed- face first- letting out a long awaited sigh. The bed dips suddenly and I feel someone hover over me.

A pair of hands place themselves gently on my shoulders. They start to move gently and add pressure as they continue. I let out a moan of satisfaction. My muscles were stressed from carrying everything while Jin had to hold onto a sleeping Jimin.

He continues to rub slowly. I feel him press his knees into the bed again, this time getting up on my back straddling it. He continues to rub and moves further down making sure to get my whole back. He scoots further down nearing dangerously to my ass to futher down.

After a few minutes he stops. He leans forward close to my ear. "Is that better?" He asks slowly, his voice, sweet, coated with precision. I mumble a 'mhm' against the blanket. He's teasing me and he knows that I know.

He's about to continue but we hear the sound of someone messing with the doornob. Jin gets off me quickly. After a few seconds the door still isn't open but the action continues. It gets sloppy and it's as if somebody was fiddling with it. As in on cue a loud screech explodes from outside the door almost turning to sobs. "DADDYYY, PAPAAAA!"

Jin is up on his feet and hurries towards the door. Chances are he could'nt reach the handle properly cause it was too high. But still, my son's a damn cockblocker.
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It's night time now, 11 o'clock to be exact. Everything was fine. We just had dinner with my parents and took a short stroll through the garden to wear Jimin out from all the energy he gained due to sleeping on the plane.

To say I was tired was an understatement. Jin seemed to be the fittest person in the world compared to me.

Right now he was in the bathroom, washing up. He walks out moments later wearing a silky night coat on his pijamas, the material made it seem as if he was almost gliding in. He looks at me smiles then turns off the lights leaving the soft caramel glow of the bedside lamp to illuminate the room.

"Hey." He says climbing in bed towards me. His scent is intoxicating. Fresh and minty. Vanilla embedded into his hair.

"So how did the talk with your dad go?"

I stiffen at his question. "Fine, I'm still not sure what he wants to talk me about. My uncles are flying in as we speak and will arrive early morning. "

He places his head on my chest using his exposed arm to gently caress it. "What about you? What happened while I spoke to dad?"

He faces away from me. "Fine, fine. Peachy." He says quickly.

I raise an eyebrow at this. "Really now? Jin you're a bad liar you know?!" "Then don't ask me about the time I had to spend with that devil woman." He says serious. I chuckle.
"Give her time. She's hard headed and -" "-and mean, ignorant, hates me to bits, take your pick."

I don't know what to do about their relashionship. It's a mess. It's fairly true my mom doesn't like Jin as much as I'd love her to. I just want them to get along. I don't know how though.

"Yeah, she's tough. A tough one. She means well though."

I get a simple 'mhm' as a reply and chose not to press on anymore.

As we lay there i feel Jin's body tense up. It's like he's squeezing himself in. A second later a small cough comes out. Panic shoots through my core. Oh no.

"Jin!" I say urgently attempting to get up. He pushes me back down. "Namjoon no, you're not going to freak out everytime I cough. It's normal." He's right. A moment later there's no more coughing. I let out a breath.

"Hey." He says after a while. We're still awake even though we were tired. We just weren't ready to sleep. Times like this, we talk and think, we share our thoughts and it's simple bonding time. They say communication is the key to a good relationship well I agree. Time spent talking and letting our feelings out here in bed alone really helps. That's also one of the reasons why i love him and will always love him. He's honest. He talks. He makes me happy.

"Yeah?" I answer. He shifts on my chest finding a more comfortable spot. "If I die early one day promise me that you'll always be there for Jimin. No matter what."

"Ji-" "Promise me Joonie." he presses.
"I do but why are you saying such a thing now?" His face is looking down and away from me so i can't tell what he means. I just have to trust his words. "Nothing for you to worry about. I'm fine. I'm just saying that if a situation like that were to happen that's what i would want you to do."

I don't say anything. "Never leave him, give him love and teach him nomatter how hard it is. He's a smart little bean i can feel it." Jin says.

"You know, you saying all of these things just stresses me out more."

Jin hmms in responce. "You know what let's make a promise." I say holding my pinky out infront of his face. Jin turns around and looks at me smiling. "Really?" He says chuckling. "You're such a dork." He says but holds his pinky out as well. We intertwine them. "I promise to never leave you." I start.

Jin smiles wider. "... And I promise we'll always be together." He says in return but hesitates before fully squeezing our pinkies together.

He leans over and kisses me and I kiss back. A small doubt lingers momentarily but i brush it off. It was a moment for the scrap books and i enjoyed it to the fullest.

"I love you." He whispers falling back on my chest to a plausible slumber.

"I love you too." I say drifting off as well.
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To be continued

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