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namjoon comes in again a few minutes later, looking exasperated. you give him a what-can-i-do look as he marches over loudly, sitting cross legged on the floor in front of you. jimin stirs in his sleep at the commotion. you card your fingers through his hair again, pulling him back into a sweet slumber.
"sorry," he mumbles, leaning forward so he can prop his head on his hands. you smile and sigh, resting your head on the wall. namjoon chuckles quietly, giving you a dimpled grin.
the first of many that i hope to see in the future.
"he looks really comfy sleeping on you," he speaks up, shuffling forward so he can pat jimin's head too.
"smiling looks good on you," you spit out honestly, poking one of his dimples. he sits up straight and gives you a deadpan look. removing your finger from his cheek, you offer him a grin of your own and turn your attention back to jimin.
"did he tell you his story?" you nod, holding jimin's hands in your own. jimin pushes himself up your chest to make himself comfortable. his shirt rides up, showing off his tattoo. it's a blindfold, wrapped around the shield. you hesitantly brush your fingers against it, pulling the soft material of his shirt down.
"it's to represent his past. that's why he got it. we all had to make sure he was ok with it before he did it. his jacket has a cat on it. that was tae's idea."
you chuckle along with him, smiling brightly at the friendship between the young boys.
"it actually ended up suiting him. he sleeps like a cat, as you can see. he also needs attention but if you take advantage of it, he gets mad and attacks. it's quite cute."
jimin rolls off you, landing rather harshly on the floor. both you and namjoon freeze, awaiting his complains but nothing comes. he presses a finger to his lips and stands, extending a hand out to you.
biting the inside of your cheek, you take it, whispering a thank you to him as he helps you stand. hand in hand, you both run out of jimin's room. the door closes gently behind the two of you, bearing the weight of both you and namjoon pressed against it.
"fuck, that was intense," he puffs out, looking down at your still intertwined hands. slowly he lets go, apologising sweetly.
"no, it's ok. don't we have training now?"
he shakes his head, the ends of his hair falling from their place on his head cutely. your hand still tingles from when he held it and you want to reach out and do it again.
