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𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚

Namjoon yawned when he got up, ruffling up his hair. He checked his phone, knowing that it's 5AM. He usually wakes up this early to take a shower.

He had a job, it's the weekend. He usually doesn't get free time anymore. He's a busy boy now.

Yoongi was sleeping beside him on the bed, still passed out asleep. He had his face shoved in the pillow, arms under the pillow. The older usually curls himself up in one spot.
Namjoon is someone who needs to sleep alone, he spreads out while sleeping.

As Namjoon went to shower, Yoongi fluttered his eyes open. He heard the shower running, knowing that it's Namjoon.

He yawned, stretching out on the bed, feeling Namjoon's shirt on the bed and lifted his head up from the pillow. He put his head back down on the pillow and groaned.

"Namjoonie." Yoongi whined, pulling the shirt close to him.

I love his scent. His cologne is the best smell that I could easily fall asleep from... Yoongi held tight on the shirt now, falling back asleep.

Namjoon came back from the shower, sighing happily. He had his boxers and pants on already but not his shirt. He walked into his room, rubbing his hair with the towel he had.

Namjoon looked down at the older and saw him holding onto his shirt, chuckling at his Hyung. He has my shirt, aw. Namjoon walked over to him and grabbed the shirt, pulling—

"Huh?"

Yoongi was holding onto his shirt, tight. He raised a brow, wondering why he's latching onto it.

"Hyung." He whispered, leaning down to him. "Hyung, I need my shirt."

Yoongi groaned and held tighter on the shirt, pulling the shirt even closer to him.

"Hyung, ugh—that's my work shirt..." Namjoon sighed, rubbing his nape. "I need that..."

"Nghh." Yoongi groaned, getting more comfortable.

Namjoon only has to be at work at 8. It's only 6. "Sleepy Hyungie." He tapped on his shoulder again. "Gimmie my shirt please~"

"No..." The older groaned again. "I wanna keep..."

"I know but you gotta gimme, I need it for work. I only have that one shirt for work."

"No..I wan keep..."

"Baby—"

Namjoon covered his mouth and backed away from his Hyung. Did I just say that!?—No, he didn't hear that...I hope he didn't...Oh god—did he!? Namjoon just cover his face of embarrassment.

"Fuck...I literally just said that..." Namjoon mumbled to himself.

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i'm over here, typing a namgi fanfic with an RJ phone case—THEY DIDNT EVEN HAVE KOYA OR SHOOKY IM SO PISSED

BUT i love seokjin like a mother so (: i'm still happy