Routine || JIN ONE-SHOT

Routine

The new concept photos dropped this morning, so you planned to leave the office early. You hadn't gotten a chance to ask Jin about them the day the guys had shot them, so today you would go home and pester him for the behind shots.

When you got back to the apartment there was no sign of anyone being home. You remove your shoes at the entrance and look around, but it seems the guys must still be at their schedules. Walking to your room though you start to hear soft snores. It seems someone is taking a nap in your room, again. You walk in to find the one and only Jin, taking a nap on your bed, for the fourth time... this week. And it's only Thursday.

He's still in his outfit from his schedule, a nice blue and white pin-stripe button down that accentuates his shoulders, paired with nice black slacks that hug in all the right places. His near effortless beauty had always astounded you, and right now was no exception, even if he was slightly drooling on your duvet.

The coat that had completed his outfit was now being used where normally his favorite RJ plushie would be, hugging it close to him. His black hair, that was getting quite long, was splayed out over the bed on one side, but remained perfectly styled on the other side. It seems that he ran out of all energy upon arriving home as his head wasn't even on a pillow and the bedding remained just as it had been when you made it this morning. His posture was lazy, laying with his knees pulled up and holding onto his coat as if he would prefer something with more volume to hold, like his RJ plushie or a person perhaps.

You crouched by the side of the bed, whispering in an attempt to rouse him gently. Instead of doing just that though, he merely scooted closer towards you, apparently wanting to be closer to your voice.

He looked adorable and handsome as he slept, but you really wanted to ask about the concept photos that had dropped earlier in the day. You tried rousing him again by giving soft pokes to his arms, which were now reaching towards you, and whispering again.

"Jin~ Seokjin~ Seokjin-ie~ wake up~," you whispered in a sing-songy voice.

His face contorted from the relaxed neutral of sleep to a very endearing scowl, brows knit together, eyes shutting tighter, and lips pursed. After a moment his face relaxed again and he inhaled deeply through his nose. The exhale brought his limbs away from his body, splaying out in all directions. You dodged quickly as one of his arms was headed straight for your face.

As the stretch wound down, he slowly opened his eyes. Still groggy from sleep, he could only keep them half-open, and only for a second at a time. He slowly focuses and finds you staring at him from the edge of the bed. His face softens even more and a lazy smile graces his features while he tries to blink the sleep from his eyes.

"Well hello there~" he says, a small yawn escaping his pouty mouth. "I didn't know you were coming home early or I might have tried making it to my own bed." His voice came out deep and almost cat-like from sleep, and the small smile was still inhabiting his features.

"We both know that's a lie," you said with a smirk. "You've always preferred my bed whether you're willing to admit it or not." The man's smile grows wider but he makes no effort to deny the accusation.

He slowly sits up on the bed, takes a look at the afternoon sun coming through the window, and stares you down for a moment before a slightly confused expression takes over his face. "Why are you here at this time of day anyways? You almost never come home before 8."

"I saw the concept photos this morning and asked if it was alright if I left a little early. I was too excited to wait till later and I also have some questions this time." Your explanation seemed satisfactory to him as he nodded lazily, eyes still droopy from his apparently very good nap.