namgi one shots

stares

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The first time Namjoon notices Yoongi and Jimin is purely accidental.

They've just finished practicing the choreography for their new single for what could be the hundredth time (but is actually only the ninth time, but hey, Namjoon's limbs are screaming otherwise), their dance instructor finally permitting them to have a short 15-minute break. Hoseok lets out a relieved shout as he immediately plops down to the floor and lies down, spread-eagled and panting. Seokjin sits beside him, gingerly wiping sweat off his brow with a towel as Taehyung bounds off to grab his mini-fan, ready to cool himself off in his own private corner of the room. Jungkook and Jimin both agreed (or rather, Jimin insistently bugged the younger boy until he relented) to hand out water bottles to the other members. Yoongi is sitting on the floor, slumped against the wall, face flushed and sweaty as he catches his breath in short, rapid successions.

Namjoon, for his part, is sitting on a plastic chair he had grabbed from the side of the room, crossing his legs as he stretches his arms then rolls his head, trying to ignore the ache in his muscles. He lets his eyes slip shut as he sags against his seat, exhaustion slowly seeping into his bones, and he probably would've fallen asleep right there and then if it weren't for the cold, moist press of a water bottle against the back of his neck. He lets out a yelp, then whirls around to meet Jungkook's bright grin.

"You brat." Namjoon snaps, but there's no bite to his tone, and he takes the proffered bottle with a lopsided smile, shaking his head as Jungkook cackles and bounds off to harrass his other hyungs. He's just about finished off the entire bottle when he hears Jimin giggling within earshot, so Namjoon cracks one eye open, catching sight of Yoongi feigning a look of immense annoyance as Jimin towers over him, dangling a water bottle just beyond his reach.

"Yah, show some respect!" Yoongi's saying while he's trying (and failing quite miserably) to grab a hold of the bottle. Jimin's eyes are crinkled into upturned crescents as he continues teasing the older boy, and all in all, Namjoon can pretty much tell that it's just their usual round of fun and games, a harmless icebreaker to get by the exhaustion and monotony of their schedules.

But then Yoongi, probably by a sudden burst of energy, manages to momentarily lift himself from where he's sitting on the floor to grab Jimin's arm, completely bypassing the bottle in favor of pulling down the younger boy. It all happens very fast after that, Jimin's laughter turning into near-shrieks as Yoongi wrestles him around the floor, both of them red-faced as their limbs knock against each other.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Jimin's practically screeching and clawing his way away from Yoongi's grip on both his arms, but then the older boy decides he isn't done with his punishment just yet and lets his legs lock around Jimin's waist, securing him in place.

"This'll teach you a lesson, you punk." Yoongi grunts, but he's grinning so wide that it should probably hurt his face. Namjoon, who has been watching the entire ordeal, feels his mouth go very dry at the sight despite the fact that he's nearly downed all of his water. He can't help but rake his eyes over Yoongi's slim, pale legs (damn him and his sudden penchant for wearing shorts during practice), taking in the way the older boy has them locked around Jimin. Namjoon's gaze flicks up to Yoongi's flushed face, beads of sweat making his hair stick to his forehead as he pants at the exertion of keeping Jimin in place on top of him.

Tearing his eyes away from the two, Namjoon looks around and notes the blatant disinterest of the other members from the very suggestive scene playing out in front of them. Hoseok has his eyes closed, occassional groans from his mouth the only indication that he's still semi-conscious. Seokjin is pressing a wet towel against the back of his neck, now engrossed in a conversation with Jungkook. Taehyung is still at the far corner of the room, cooling off with his mini-fan while staring at empty air in a way only he can.