❥ love | namjin

two

"and i swear to god, i had to restrain myself from choking those two to death", Jin laughs to himself, shaking his head as he takes a huge gulp from his Coke.

He's currently sat in his dining room as a camera balances itself on a tripod stand, filming him.

Jin decided to wake up early today and do a livestream for his viewers. Heck, he couldn't even imagine what they were going through because he hadn't posted any content of that beautiful face of his, on his famous YouTube channel KingSeokjin, for the longest time now: two goddamn days.

His channel consisted of vlogs, rant videos and mostly mukbangs, which he always titled as EatJin; and was doing one at the moment.

He was wearing a baby blue sweatshirt with pyjamas as his hair messily lay on his forehead; still effortlessly looking beautiful.

He had just finished filling his fans in on his lunch the day before with his friends, apologising as he'd forgotten to film a vlog with them.

Jin takes another long slurp from his bowl of black bean noodles and scrolls on his phone to read the live comments of his jobless viewers.

"hello Jin, I've skipped school to watch your livestream. i love you  pls say hi to-"

"First of all", he stops reading aloud the comment mid sentence, and glares wide-eyed into the camera, "you said you go to school. why on earth are you calling me Jin?? It's Jin oppa to you. Show some respect!"

His viewers, whom he liked to call Jin Satans, never minded the insults. In fact, they loved it. They would comment stupid shit on purpose to get insulted by him. And obviously, Jin being Jin, didn't waste a second in blurting out the first thing that came to his mind. They all loved him because of his honesty, unlike other youtubers.

He sips his Coke as he continues with his roasting session, "User ILoveSeokjin3000 commented 'Marry me Jin'", he stuffs his face with noodles again as he speaks, "No."

"Jin, can you share your food with me? It looks delicious"

"No, get your own food."

"You're handsome"

"Tell me something I don't know", he scoffs.

"Put the noodles aside cos i wanna look at the real meal"

"Okay i love you, whoever wrote that", he speaks as he puts his phone down to blow countless kisses towards the camera.

He reads a good number of comments for almost an half an hour, replying to each of them with a snarky remark.

"So, one more and then I'm gonna go take a nap, I think i spoiled y'all with my beautiful face more than enough for today", Jin sighs, shaking his head as he picks his phone up again.

"Do you listen to RM? If not then, please do because his music's great and so is his beautiful face. I swear he's the most perfect man on the face of the earth. You won't regret stanning him, please-"

Jin furrows his eyebrows, putting his phone aside, "what is it with RM stans? y'all are everywhere, and literally spamming me to go listen to him all the damn time. Well here's the tea, susan, he possibly can't be the most perfect man as long as I exist. And no, I won't waste my time stanning him. Annyeong! I'll see yall's annoying asses soon!" Jin finishes as he waves at the camera and then shuts it off.

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the air is warm yet cold, as the boy spills out his emotions; in the form of music.

Namjoon is stunned as he looks over to the mint-haired boy effortlessly gliding his fingers over the monotonous keys of the piano. He won't say he's surprised, because it's definitely not the first time he's seeing his friend play it so beautifully; but there's just something about the way that the music is emitted from the instrument when Yoongi's the one who's playing it.

He always puts Namjoon in a trance whenever he's sat on that comfortable seat in his studio.

Namjoon can't help but stand up as he starts swaying his body with every note. He knows he probably looks funny as heck doing whatever he is doing right now, but it's impossible to resist the music when Yoongi's playing.

So he shuts his eyes and feels the air guide him gracefully as he spins arou- and,"oh, fuck" with a loud thud, Namjoon is on the floor, holding the side of his head which just collided with the ground.

Yoongi stops playing, as he turns around to look at the man down.

"Namjoon", he laughs, "what on earth were you doing now?"

Namjoon sighs as he stands to his feet, "Was breaking down some moves, hyung."

"you sure you were breaking some moves? cos it sure did sound like you broke a bone, to me", Yoongi states as Namjoon scoffs.

"I'm a very good dancer, just fyi", Namjoon says, crossing his arms over his puffed chest.

"yeah?" Yoongi turns in his seat challengingly, "well, show me some moves then."

Namjoon takes a moment to mentally contemplate, but then realises he's the one who got himself into this situation, sighing, he says, "A'ight. But don't blame me if you end up fainting after seeing my lit moves."

"I highly doubt that", Yoongi remarks, crossing his arms over his chest.

And Namjoon instantly breaks into some high-techno-modern-robotic dance and Yoongi immediately breaks into fits of laughter.

Namjoon stops, embarrassed, "what?? what's so funny?"

"You", Yoongi manages to blurt out and laughs again.

"What, you raised your dancing standards after seeing a certain redhead practice in the dance room?" Namjoon snaps as he takes a seat on the leather couch.

Yoongi's laughter dies down as he breaks into a fit of coughs, "Namjoon! you promised to never bring that up! i trusted you!"

"And i trusted you to hype me up even when i looked like a weird chicken when i danced!" Namjoon shot back.

They're both silent as they glare at each other and Yoongi says, "You did look like a chicken, I'll give you that."

Namjoon sighs, running a hand through his blond hair, "I did, didn't i?",

"A hot chicken."

and they both burst out laughing.