#darkyoongi

jimin’s hair is splayed across his forehead as he flicks through the pics on his phone, tongue stuck between his lips as he assesses them--a little too backlit. he’s about to ask namjoon to pose for a couple more (jimin wants to get them just right) when a shadow falls over his face and namjoon himself appears, upside down, a quirk to his eyebrows, a grin on his lips. 

“you look like rapmonie when he wants a belly rub.” 

jimin sticks out his tongue, “i deserve one with all the work i do for your kim dailys.” 

namjoon’s smile grows wide as he reaches out to flick at the stray strands of hair over jimin’s eyes before pressing his palm flat to jimin’s stomach. he frowns; jimin frowns too 

“rapmonie’s a ton softer though--jeez, are you still doing that death workout of yours?” he gives jimin’s stomach a tentative squeeze and jimin lets out a breathless little giggle, cheeks tinting pink, nose scrunching. 

“the comeback is--” 

“soon, i know,” namjoon rolls his eyes, giving jimin’s tummy one more poke. jimin laughs and can’t quite keep his frown in place, cheeks just the slightest shade of pink. “c’mon, up, up,” namjoon taps jimin’s cheek with a finger and it’s then that jimin realizes he’s still lying on the ground of the rooftop landing and the sun’s already risen too far for the lighting to be good. 

he pouts and rolls over. namjoon laughs as jimin gets up, slinging an arm around jimin’s shoulder and ruffling at his hair. 

“let’s go get some food, jiminie-pup--my treat, okay?” 

jimin bites back the well-trained protests on his tongue as namjoon keeps his arm slung around jimin’s shoulder, feeling something warm tickling at the base of his chest, spreading through his entire body as namjoon leads them back down the stairs towards their hotel room. 

and as jimin chows down on his food, he pauses to look up at namjoon, who’d been watching him eat with a curious kind of tenderness in his eyes. namjoon has the decency to blush when jimin catches him staring. 

“just as cute as rapmonie when you eat though.” 

jimin ducks his head and takes a giant bite of rice, fighting off the grin threatening to split his face clean in half. 

namjoon reaches over the table to ruffle his hair again, fingers gentle as he pulls them through.