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jin of my life ♡
Hi
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jin of my life ♡
Do you want to sleep with me ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
[01:54 am]
BigHit Kim Nam Joon
-_-
are you done recordign
*recording
[01:54 am]
jin of my life ♡
Why, do you have other plans for my throat ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
[01:54 am]
BigHit Kim Nam Joon
im in my studio
[01:55 am]
jin of my life ♡
On my way
[02:01 am]
A few minutes later, Namjoon heard his studio door open and close over the din of the show he was watching on his computer. Just knowing that Seokjin was finally in the same room as him had him sinking deeper into his seat, some of the tension of the days past already dissolving into thin air with a deep sigh. They hadn't really had much time together the entire week, both busy recording and producing different bits of different songs, their schedules never overlapping. On nights that one of them had the time to commute back home, the other would be tangled up in a different task, choosing to sleep in the dorm owing to its proximity to work, only to switch places the next night.
It didn’t put any strain on their relationship anymore. Over the years, they’d worked towards supporting each other when under pressure instead of pushing each other away.
Without a word, Seokjin shuffled into the studio, placed his tote bag on the couch, and turned Namjoon's chair just enough to allow him space to straddle Namjoon’s lap, letting his legs dangle off the back of the chair through the armrests. Seokjin nuzzled into his neck with a deep satisfied groan of relief. Namjoon's arms locked around his little waist of their own accord, pulling him just a little bit closer, till he could almost physically feel more of his brain shutting down.
Seokjin always had that effect on him. He could get Namjoon to relax, quieten his overworked mind when it got too loud, with just a touch, silencing all his doubts and fears.
Every mindless pat in an interview, every time those pretty hands delicately clasped around his elbow on red carpets, every time those perfect crooked fingers pulled his hair when the man himself was moaning under Namjoon, served as a reminder of how much Seokjin believed in him, that he belonged right here, that he deserved every bit of the love and attention he received, that he was more than enough.
He hoped to be able to capture that kind of reassurance and warmth and love in a song one day.
"Don't get horny, Joonie," Seokjin snickered, a little muffled against his neck, shimmying around in Namjoon’s lap to make a point. As though he didn’t already have five different fantasies of being fucked into oblivion in this new studio.
"Oh yeah? And what if I did, hm? I would actually quite like to fuck you senseless on this new table, wearing only this lovely sweater...” Namjoon teased right back, whispering hotly into Seokjin’s ear. For all his confidence, Seokjin turned into a stuttering blushing mess with just a look, and Namjoon would never pass up an opportunity to make Seokjin’s ears bloom pink.
Seokjin's petulant whine was all the confirmation Namjoon needed to know how adorably pink his ears would be right now. He couldn’t help the fond laughter filling his chest. He slipped his hands under Seokjin's soft oversized sweater in a wordless half apology. Seokjin shivered a little against his chest, but didn't complain.
"Did you finish recording, baby?" Namjoon hummed softly into Seokjin's hair, hands caressing his back in firm, soothing strokes, releasing the knots and kinks there, making Seokjin melt further into his chest.
Seokjin nodded in affirmation, burrowing his face deeper into Namjoon's neck, his legs starting to sway lightly in deep relaxation.
"Did you finish for today?" Seokjin mumbled, fighting to keep his eyes open.
"Mmm yeah, at around 8 in the evening."
"Then why didn't you go home?! Oh my god Namjoon!" he whined a little louder, one of his fists striking Namjoon’s chest with no real force behind it. Namjoon tilted his head down to confirm if Seokjin was pouting, and indeed he was. He seemed to be fighting sleep now. With his eyes closed.
Namjoon leaned down to softly kiss away the little frown between his brows, letting his lips trail down to kiss his nose.
"You know I can't sleep well without you," Namjoon whispered as he tilted Seokjin's chin up to kiss his pout away.
Seokjin was quick to relent, too weary to pursue the matter any further. He wrapped his arms tighter around Namjoon's neck, nuzzling into Namjoon's hair, his body easily going lax once again when Namjoon resumed massaging up and down his back, gently swiveling the chair from side to side.
"Did you have dinner?" Seokjin murmured, somewhere between a hum and a whisper, right against his ear.
"Mmm"
"Me too"
Namjoon brought one of his hands up to softly stroke Seokjin's silky hair off his face, "Yeah? What'd you have, baby?"
Seokjin’s eyes fluttered open and god he looked unreal, so tender and soft even in his tired and puffy state. "Jajangmyeon with Jungkook and PD-nim," he mumbled.
With every brush of his fingers over Seokjin's scalp, he could feel Seokjin sink deeper and deeper into the heavy fog between sleep and wakefulness. Namjoon himself couldn’t resist the warm and dense haze taking over him. The dimmed lights, the cool temperature of the studio, the low background noise of the show still running on his computer screen, all easing him further and further into a headspace where he just wanted to relax, touch and hold Seokjin this way forever.
With great difficulty, he convinced himself that they should probably get up and head home.
"Baby," he whispered.
Seokjin just barely opened his eyes halfway to look up at him scowling and pouting.
"Come on, let’s go home"
"No."
"Jinnie, you're so sleepy baby, come on get up," he tried to gently coerce him in his softest sweetest voice.
"No! Don't wanna get up, we'll sleep here!" Seokjin whined petulantly, shutting his eyes tight, clutching the front of Namjoon’s shirt even tighter. He looked so small and so sweet curled up in his lap.
Namjoon felt like he was going to burst from all the love filling him up. He loved every side of Seokjin, of course, but he had always had a soft spot for this vulnerable, stubborn Seokjin who actually liked to be taken care of, who had no energy left in him to protest when Namjoon did every little thing for him. He rarely got a chance to take care of Seokjin in such a tangible way. For all his childish whining and impossible cuteness, Seokjin was the most aggressively independent person Namjoon had ever known.
As much as Seokjin touted about the importance of self care, about kindness and how asking for help when one needed it wasn’t a sign of weakness but of courage, he fiercely rejected anybody trying to help him out. He was working on those residual insecurities that caused him to shut himself in and beat himself up whenever things went south, instead of opening up to the people around him, people who cared deeply for him, who didn’t see him as a burden.
Namjoon was grateful to have this privilege of being the one who Seokjin could be vulnerable around. Namjoon thrived on being useful, and was lucky enough to have members and friends that understood that about him. When he grew restless with anxiety the members would often hand over trivial tasks to him, ones they knew he would be able to complete. And he would feel calmer, more reassured and comforted in the knowledge that he was useful, at least for now.
Taking care of Seokjin was easily one of the most useful things he could do, it comforted him to no end. He practically glowed with love whenever this rare opportunity presented itself.
Seokjin's warm hands gently cupped his face and pulled him down for a soft wet kiss. Namjoon could see right through this bribery, this was just Seokjin's half assed attempt at convincing Namjoon to sleep in the damn studio with him. As cozy as the new chair was, Namjoon wasn’t interested in testing the extent of its ergonomics on his neck and back; they had weathered enough damage from dance practice.
He tilted his head down to say as much to Seokjin.
"Please?" Seokjin pouted before he even got a word out.
Seokjin might as well just stab his heart with a spear, and his heart would burst the same way it did now looking at Seokjin's big sparkling eyes and soft pink lips.
He made a valid argument. Why indeed shouldn’t they sleep in the studio? Neck and back be damned, that’s what physiotherapists were for. By using their services more often, he was generating demand and subsequently even employment!
Seokjin was right.
"Alright baby, we’ll sleep here, okay?” He gently cupped Seokjin’s cheeks to make sure Seokjin’s hadn’t already dozed off, leaning down to place a soft kiss on his lips. “But only till the car arrives, I texted the driver just before you came here, okay?"
"Okay goodnight!" Seokjin declared, eyes crinkling in delight, and kissed him back before snuggling up to his neck and promptly dozing off.
"Goodnight," Namjoon whispered into his hair, resting his head on Seokjin's and resuming his lulling, gentle swiveling of the chair again.
Napping on a chair with an entire Seokjin in his lap was nothing, he could see himself doing the most deranged things just because Seokjin hinted at it. He had already done batshit crazy things for him, and the matching bands on their fingers were a testament to that.