#jinjam

“Hyung,” Jimin says slowly, and his voice is quiet, almost scared, “Is this all right?”

He’s looking down at their hands, clasped together, palm to palm, fingers threaded, and it reminds Seokjin of a time long ago, before their first debut stage, when Jungkook was so nervous he’d needed an equally frazzled Hoseok to soothe him with gentle smiles and words of encouragement. Jimin had been so worried about their first stage that he almost looked like he was going to be physically ill, and Seokjin hadn’t had the words to tell him that everything would go fine, just took Jimin’s hand in his own and stroked his thumb across Jimin’s wrist bone, as reassuringly as he could. 

Seokjin still doesn’t have the words today, not when they’ve done this tens, hundreds of times, Jimin tugging on his fingers to show him things, to get Seokjin to sit next to him in the van, to help Seokjin learn the hardest moves to their choreography. But then there’s the hand holding before performances, and sweat sticky palms sliding against each other in the van, fingers brushing under the dinner table. There’s all of that, and there’s the look of sheer adoration in Jimin’s eyes and in the way that he says hyung, Seokjin hyung, sheepish but sometimes eager, and so willing to please.