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Jungkook is confused. He's currently in his new own bedroom that he won't be sharing with anyone anymore. Unsurprisingly, he won rock-paper-scissors against all his hyungs. He's supposed to be elated to finally have his own privacy; not that he doesn't have any privacy before.

Having your own space of privacy while doing god-knows-what is essential for a growing man. Especially for Jungkook, since he's recently been personally attacked by none other than their leader. Namjoon.

Lately, their leader has been cuter than ever before. Don't get him wrong, he's already cute even before they debuted. Namjoon acted tough and charismatic throughout their trainee and rookie days to coincide with their concept. But Jungkook knows how much of a big fluff ball Namjoon actually is when Namjoon sometimes forgets pretending.

Jungkook knew that Namjoon has had an affinity for pastel things when they were only a rookie group. He noticed his leader owned a couple of pastel oversized sweaters with sweater paws. He didn't really think much about it. He thought everybody has a soft side and we show it every once in a while.

Well that's what he thought.

Not until Namjoon's collection of ryan plushies AND pajamas that not only him but all the members realized that he's an actual fluff ball. He remembered when they were still roommates and he had to stop himself from imagining things that weren't supposed to even cross his mind for his leader. His hyung. His Namjoon.

Oops.

He came.

Now why is he confused again? Oh right...he feels empty and lonely. Maybe because of the fact that he's used to Namjoon's presence when they were roommates.

And also Seokjin Hyung.

He wipes himself off and throws the wet wipes that he used for uhm...relieving himself to the trash. Thankfully, he hasn't dirtied his overly expensive new sheets. That would be a problem.

He doesn't like it when Seokjin hyung and his Namjoon gets shipped so much by ARMYs. He knows that their leader and the oldest hyung have undeniable chemistry. They're like the mom and dad of the group. He gets it. He envies-- no scratch that, he is jealous of Seokjin because he gets shipped with Namjoon without even trying.

But why do the fans almost never ship him with his hyung? He tries so hard to subtly cling to his hyung whenever he gets the chance. He wants to be shipped with his hyung too. But ARMYs only regarded it as brotherly love. Or worse, like a father and son relationship. Bitch no. He would be a daddy, only for Namjoon that is.

Jungkook sighs and lays on his bed while casually surfing through the web, wanting to read what ARMYs have been up to. And to lowkey search for any rare namkook fanfictions that Google provides.

He hears a knock on the door and Jungkook grunts as a reply to whoever is on the other side. The door opens to reveal someone who he may or may not have fantasized prior to this situation. And he'd be damned that he actually forgot to lock the door before he did his deed. He could've been caught!

"Hey," his deep voice reverberates through his almost perfectly quiet room.

Of course, it has to be Namjoon. He blushes when he remembers that he freaking came just moments ago when he thought of Namjoon as his possession.

"Hey, hyung. What's up?" he adjusts to a sitting position and lays his back on the headboard of his bed.

"Oh, nothing really. Just came here to check out your new room." Namjoon skids his way through the room, circling around the room and making Jungkook feel anxious. He DID clean his evidence. But he's still not sure.

"Oh okay. Feel free," he answered. He scanned Namjoon's outfit and damn does he look adorable. He's wearing his ryan pajamas and his hair looks slightly damped. He must have taken a shower before he came to his room.

When there's not much to look at, Namjoon looks at Jungkook and slowly makes his way to him. "Can I?" Namjoon asked, hesitating.

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. He nods furiously and he moves aside to allow some more space for Namjoon. Well, his bed is a little too big for him so it's not much a problem.

They find themselves lying on their sides, intently looking at each other. Jungkook can't help but feel the heat of his face rise up. Namjoon's been acting weird and quiet, suddenly barging into his room with the excuse of 'checking out' his room when he could've done that a while ago with the other members.

"Hyung." Jungkook's hand made its way to Namjoon's soft locks.

"Hmm?" Namjoon replied with a hum and closed his eyes.

"Why...why are you here? I-I mean it's not that I don't want you here, I'm just curious." he blabbered.

Namjoon giggles quietly and Jungkook swears his soul might have disintegrated from his body when he saw Namjoon's pearly white teeth and those deep dimples. God, those fucking dimples. He physically stops himself from reaching to those deep dimples and poke it, pinch it and kis- okay stop.

He was answered with a long silence.

Namjoon instead moves closer until he was nuzzling into Jungkook's neck. Jungkook visibly stiffens but he wills himself to bravely put his hands on Namjoon's small waist. No words were exchanged. Just both of their soft breathings molding with the peaceful atmosphere.

It's like a silent agreement that whoever breaks the silence will also destroy the serenity between them. Jungkook doesn't expect Namjoon to answer nor speak.

"I'll miss this." Namjoon's words made Jungkook's breath hitch and his heartbeats, sporadic. Jungkook thinks he might have a heart attack for he stops breathing for a moment and he feels like his heart is continuously being squeezed.

Then he finally remembers to breathe.

"I'm still here hyung." Jungkook felt a sudden surge of confidence and he feels the need to assure Namjoon that he will always be there for him. He won't ever leave Namjoon. Literally, he can't imagine his life without his clumsy and dorky but intelligent leader.

"I know. You're-...I just-...This will be the last time that we will be sleeping in the same room." Namjoon felt himself got hotter and wiggled closer than he could ever be in Jungkook's neck.

Namjoon's sad that he won't get to see Jungkook's sleeping form when he wakes up in the morning. How he looks more innocent than ever and those thin slightly parted lips are displayed that he wonders everyday how it would feel against his own.

Jungkook realized that, that would mean he won't get to see Namjoon in his ryan pajamas anymore. He won't get to to see his cute form all splayed all over his bed and his tummy slightly showing because of his excessive movements while sleeping.

Jungkook's free from Namjoon's loud snoring, according to Jimin. Although Jungkook doesn't really mind. He sleeps like an actual log and that's why they complement each other perfectly. Now, why does it feel like it's a curse that he won rock-paper-scissors?

Jungkook grabs Namjoon closer and kisses the top of his head. "Who says this will be the last?"

Namjoon looks up, his face looking genuinely surprised. And...is that a tear?

"Really?" Namjoon sniffed a little and Jungkook can't help but coo lovingly as he swipes a tear from his supple cheeks.

"Of course! You're always welcome here, hyung. You can come here anytime." He looked intently at Namjoon. Namjoon's lips curled up into a dimpled grin.

"But Jungkook..." Namjoon trailed off.

"What?"

"I clearly went in here at the wrong time." Namjoon pouted a little.

"What do you mean?"

Jungkook is confused.

"Your room smells like semen."

The End.

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This is not what I intended it to be.

EDITED: I did my best to fix the incorrect use of dialogue tags, punctuations, etc. I also fixed some awkward sentences.