dm me? || namjin⚡

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when he opened his eyes, jin's mouth was hanging open, his eyes greedily soaking up the face before him.

"namjoon," he murmured, "you're dimples boy?"

his breath hitching in his throat, namjoon nodded, squeezing his eyes shut with humiliation.

"you're so beautiful."

his eyes shot open again. "huh?"

"kim namjoon, you fucking bastard," seokjin cussed as his eyes began filling with tears, "you're so pretty. you're the prettiest boy to ever exist." his hand reached up to caress his cheek, fingertips lingering on jaw before they flitted over to trace his lips. "my cute baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse with love.

"seokjinnie-"

"shh," namjoon was interrupted, "i need to memorise your face." and so he was silent. jin's eyes searched namjoon's face for any sign of imperfection, but to no avail - there simply wasn't one. but the longer he looked, the more beautiful his boyfriend grew, and he brushed namjoon's lower lip with his thumb, the other hand on his neck.

"you're just so beautiful." he said again, before a tear escaped his eye, and before they knew it, they were sobbing, namjoon's hand uselessly clutching jin's shirt.

"jin, baby," namjoon mumbled after a while, "why are you crying?"

seokjin sighed. "because you don't appreciate your own beauty, joonie," he replied, his voice heavy with regret. "you can't see how pretty you are."

"pretty? hyung, i think you're-"

"oh, shut the fuck up, joon." the words seemed harsh, but he continued. "you wanna know how perfect you are? your lips are soft, and pink, and thick, and kissable... you've got dimples the size of craters, are you telling me that isn't adorable? and your shiny little hooded eyes, your tiny button nose, your rosy cheeks, your glowing skin - if you tell me that's objectively unattractive, you're a liar."

namjoon smiled, gripping his boyfriend's shirt harder. "i'm so glad i took the damn thing off," he admitted, "it was so suffocating. and no one's ever reacted how you did; i don't think i've ever felt so loved in my whole life."

"seriously? joon. are you kidding? you deserve all the love the world has to offer. you're perfect, literally everything about you is perfect. but i'm not gonna lie - i'm annoyed you didn't tell me you were dimples boy."

laughing, namjoon shook his head. "i couldn't," he concluded, "it was too early. and besides, i didn't expect you to have such a big crush on him-"

"maybe don't be so hot then."

namjoon's hamster cheeks flared up in embarrassment, and seokjin cooed, leaning in to smother his face in kisses. swallowing back tears, namjoon bit his lip, knowing he couldn't hold off from saying it anymore; it had been eating up him for weeks, the urge to say it, and now it simply came bubbling out of him.

"jinnie?"

"yeah, angel?"

"i love you."

seokjin pulled away immediately, his own cheeks growing rosy as he smiled. a whoosh of air escaped him and excitement fueled his heart.

"i thought you would never say it."

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the next morning, jimin woke up to find his brother and his brother's boyfriend curled up together on the tiny couch. but namjoon's mask was on the floor, forgotten about, and so he sneaked past, grabbing his breakfast without making a sound, and leaving for school quietly - but not without smiling about his brother's relationship.

jimin had always felt like a burden to jin hyung - he'd always been reassured that he was quite the opposite, but knowing the sacrifices his hyung had to make for him, it hurt him to have to see his brother constantly working to make ends meet, and never getting time off to hang out with friends. jin hyung had never really had a social life, apart from that of jimin's, and he'd never seen a problem with that.

which was why namjoon was so important to them. for the first time, seokjin had had his own relationship outside jimin, and they were thriving. jin was happier than jimin had ever seen him in his whole life, and he knew why.

their parents were pretty shit, both of their different mothers, and their shared father. and this mould for relationships that jin had grown up with and protected jimin from caused his disbelief in love, and his insistence that no relationship he would ever have would work out. especially not after his year 9 crush, minyoung. his fragmented perception of love clearly had not been a problem with namjoon though, and the feeling of ease that jimin felt with his hyung had intensified.

now he was off to his own boyfriend. jeongguk was waiting for him under the sycamore tree, like he was every morning, and jimin went hurtling down the pavement towards him, his school bag bouncing against his back.

today would be a good day. he just had to speak it into existence.

***********

seokjin and namjoon woke up together, a tangled knot of limbs. insomnia was a forgotten thing of the past to them now - it seemed that after they had helped each other with their respective emotional burdens, sleep came easier, especially when they had each other for physical comfort too. the couple were on cloud 9 - joon left his abandoned mask on the floor, and jin got up, cracked his back, and started to cook breakfast.

"hyung?" namjoon called from the shower ten minutes later, "how the fuck does your shower work?"

chuckling, jin hurried to the bathroom, and showed his boyfriend the mechanism. "sorry, it's kind of old," he said, smiling apologetically, "i wanted to upgrade it, and i was going to do it with my new salary after starting my teaching job at a nursery, but then that never happened."

"seokjinnie," namjoon murmured, pulling his boyfriend's arm so he was turned to face him, "stop apologising for things you can't control. and who cares if your shower is old? i just don't want to smell bad for you, for real. one day you will work at a nursery, and you're going to get out of that stupid little office job and influence all those cute tiny little minds. yeah?"

seokjin laughed. "yeah, okay, namu. but right now, just shower, okay? one step at a time." he pressed his lips to his boyfriend's, kissing him softly before heading back out. "come eat when you're done!"

about fifteen minutes later, namjoon emerged from the bathroom, his hair dripping onto the towel wrapped around his body. jin practically drooled.

"namjoon? i... i um, left clothes out for you-" his eyes raked up and down his glistening body, "they were in my bedroom..."

"hyung, listen to me, you horny fuck. i have an idea."

"hm? yeah, go on?"

"move in with me."

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another cliffhanger lmao but are you really surprised? YIKES i came for myself like that
ALSO i'm aware that this is a texting crack fic but somewhere along the line it got kinda deep and idk how tf i'm gonna turn this back into a texting crack fic. lmk what you think! are you okay with the actual written format of these chapters? or would you prefer to turn back to the texting? comment your opinions!!
ALSO ALSO imagine i updated twice in one week... isolation turned me into a new bitch who tf is she!
as per usual, unedited and not proof-read - if you find errors comment them!! if you cba! ily all endlessly you cute little angels and i hope you enjoyed!! <33333333333