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Jungkook steps off stage, listening to the suddenly far away noise of the crowd cheering and the closer chatter of security, stagehands, the camera operators, and everyone else going about their work. He’s that familiar combination of drained, light-headed, and revved up that follows a show, and all he wants is fried chicken and a shower.
He passes off his water bottle with one hand and receives his phone with the other. He opens it as he walks, scrolling to the group chat, which someone (probably Jin) has renamed “ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ.” He snorts.
Did you take good care of our Jungkookie? Jimin asked half an hour ago.
Why, do you think the flowers were too small? Namjoon replied.
Jungkook types ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ, considers, and adds three more for good measure.
He gets his fried chicken backstage, debriefing the show with the staff; his mind wanders every time he looks at the flowers, but he plows his way through both the food and the work. Then he’s in the car home, flowers secure next to him.
It’s quiet as Jungkook lets himself in, juggling the flowers and his bag. He pauses to listen more closely for music or a television. Neither, and Jungkook tiptoes towards his bedroom until he hears snoring. He muffles a giggle.
He settles the flowers in the kitchen and sneaks into the shower, probably more carefully than he really needs to. He pops out a few minutes later and runs through his nighttime routine as quickly as possible. Then it’s into the bedroom and under the covers, where Namjoon makes a sleepy noise and turns to let Jungkook wrap himself around him.
“You were perfect,” Namjoon murmurs into Jungkook’s hair.
“I missed my first line!”
Namjoon frees a hand and bops Jungkook on the nose. “Perfect.”
“Ugh,” Jungkook says, just to make Namjoon laugh.
Namjoon tangles their legs together. There’s a great deal of warm, bare skin pressed against Jungkook, giving him vague thoughts of something more active, but the post-concert energy is starting to drain away, and it’s warm and quiet and comfortable here. He’s starting to drift, just a little, when Namjoon says, “Thank you.”
“For…?”
“For what you said.”
Jungkook smiles into Namjoon’s chest. “Thank you for what you wrote.”
Namjoon runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, and Jungkook settles into him more heavily.
“I do cherish you, hyung,” he says. He thinks of the announcement waiting to be released, of everything in front of them. “Don’t forget that.”
“I won’t,” Namjoon says, his voice a little hoarse. His arm tightens around Jungkook. “I couldn’t.”
Jungkook kisses Namjoon’s chest, right above his heart. Sleep creeps up on him again, and Jungkook lets it, content and comforted.