Guardian

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Recommendation-- I wrote this to the song 'sweet' by cigarettes after sex. I think it fits the mood really well, and you can find a long version of it that's SO SOOTHING. (yes, I discovered the song yesterday. Yes, this was the first thing I thought of. I love college.) 

They lay together for a long time, long enough that when Jimin tried to get up Namjoon's body was stiff and reluctant to cooperate with them. Jimin just laughed and lifted him like he was a rag doll, wrapping his arms around Namjoon's waist and waiting for him to settle his feet on the ground.

"Wonder if we could work back up to talking," he muttered in Namjoon's ear. "Don't wanna rely on Tae to know what you're thinking."

Namjoon coughed, startled, then sighed, resting his head on Jimin's shoulder. His ears burned. Jimin chuckled, rubbing his back, and ran a hand upward, through the hair on the back of Namjoon's head. It remained there, scratching absentmindedly, and Namjoon caught himself purring, ears turning even redder.

"So pretty," Jimin sighed, almost to himself.

Namjoon recognized the words. Jimin often said them when he would pet him before, without realizing it. But now... he was human. Didn't Jimin feel strange saying those sorts of things?

He lifted his head, trying to pull back far enough to see Jimin's face, and found Jimin already looking at him, eyes sharp and thoughtful and fully aware. Jimin smiled softly, pulling the hand around to the side of Namjoon's face, and continued scratching his scalp.

"So pretty," he repeated, without changing his tone. "So sweet."

Namjoon knew his face must be red as a tomato. But Jimin just kept smiling, letting go to guide Namjoon's arms around his waist before cradling his head in both hands.

When he rose on tiptoes and pulled Namjoon's head down to kiss it, Namjoon swore he imploded. He flinched, pulling his head up to look at Jimin, and Jimin smiled, tracing a hand carefully over his shoulders to keep him from falling over.

"You thought I'd stop?" he asked, his voice still so low Namjoon had to bend close to hear him properly. "You're still Joon, aren't you?"

Namjoon swallowed, blinking, and nodded. Jimin's face split in a smile, and he leaned close, pulling their foreheads together.

"This isn't square one, then," he said, and Namjoon's heart swelled. Jimin blurred before his eyes, and he dropped his head onto Jimin's shoulder again, wrapping his arms tighter around him. Jimin chuckled, rubbing his shoulders as Namjoon nuzzled his neck.

"Silly kitty..."

Namjoon was ready to burst. Head on fire, Jimin's arms around him, knowing Jimin wasn't going to treat him like a stranger... how? It made no sense.

"So pretty," Jimin hummed again, and Namjoon remembered the day he met Taehyung, and Taehyung asked if he was in love.

What if Taehyung was right, he wondered. What if he was in love?

Was it possible to say that when Jimin had been nothing but his closest friend for almost a year?

He started to push the thought away, then drew it back, considering it as he breathed in Jimin's soothing scent. He didn't know, not for sure. He couldn't make a decision about it.

But if he couldn't talk, he had all the time in the world to figure it out.

And until then... well, who cared if he held Jimin a little tighter and purred a little louder?

Jimin was just that amazing. 

It's shorttt but part of that is I'm still figuring out where they go from here. 

Yesterday my color theory professor played the song I linked while we were working on our projects. Immediately I thought of fluff. It's the perfect soft fluffy song. So I turned it on and thought 'hey, why not?'. 

Also, a classmate found me sitting on the ground outside because I like to hang out outside between classes. They sat down, declared the concrete freezing, and we flicked acorns and talked about ground squirrels before they gave up and went back in. 

Writing that out, it sounds so weird. But we did do that, lol. 

I hope you're having a good day!