Holy Grail || Minjoon

2 Samuel 12:12

    It was late. On a school night. Not a great combination.

   "Jimin, you should really go to sleep. I don't need your parents to hate me more," Namjoon insists. "Plus, you need to get your education, so you don't turn out to be a bum like me."

    "You're not a bum, but you're right. I'm tired anyway. Come on, I need to get you some clothes."

    They left a knocked out uncle on the floor of the living room as they walked up to Jimin's room at the end of the hallway. Jimin dug around his closet for anything oversized.

    "Here's one of Seokjin hyung's sweatshirts. I forgot I stole it," Jimin commented, tossing the fabric to the older.

    "I'm not even going to question that."

    "Even if you did, I wouldn't be able to answer," Jimin laughs, also throwing a pair of black sweats at Namjoon. He then grabbed a red pair for himself and a graphic t-shirt," Feel free to use the bathroom to change. There are extra toothbrushes in the middle drawer and face towels on the counter."

    "Yes, sir," Namjoon salutes before "marching" off into the bathroom, clothes in hand.

    Jimin had just began to undress when the door closed. He was slipping his jeans down when a light shone through his dark room.

    "Hey, this is still kinda tight, can I just sleep- well, shit." The sight of Jimin's thick butt in his constricting briefs made Namjoon take a second to check his guilty soul.

    "What's up?" Jimin inquired, kicking off the suspect of Namjoon's victimized heart.

    "I, uh," he began, still recovering from the mental assault," this is still tight... I'll just sleep without a shirt."

    "Okay," Jimin chirped, clueless of the effect he had on the older. After putting on his clothes, he jumps into the bed and checks his phone and social platforms. Namjoon attempted to calm down, putting the shirt back in the boy's closet. Before joining Jimin in bed, he hesitates,

    "You don't have a futon or something?"

    "No. You're stuck with me unless you want the freight train downstairs."

    "Yeah, no. I'm good right here, thank you."

    "Oh my gosh! Tae and Kookie went on a day date today!" Jimin squeals as quietly as possible, showing Namjoon their friends' Instagram.

    "Ah, I miss those two. My favorite crackheads."

    "They miss you, too. More than Hoseok hyung to be honest. Hey, why don't you take me to school tomorrow? Then, you can see them! So if my dad tries to get rid of you while I'm sleeping, tell him you promised to take me to school."

    "You have them wrapped around your little finger, and you don't even know it. I'll play along under one condition: you come to Seoul with me during Christmas break. After Tae's party and New Years, of course," Namjoon proposed, getting comfortable in the fluffy duvet and placing a pillow between his legs.

    "Okay, I'll go. But why?"

    "Well, Seoul is beautiful during winter, but I want to show you something. New year, meet a new part of me. Only a handful of friends know this, so, yeah."