it had all started with jimin’s undying insistence that they celebrate the conclusion of their “boy in luv” era, having finally filmed their farewell stage just hours ago.

“come on,” jimin whines, tugging on namjoon’s shirt sleeve. “taehyung and i are finally of age! let’s go, let’s go!”

namjoon rolls his head and side-eyes jimin with a pointed look.

“please?” jimin shoots the leader a huge grin, eyes disappearing into twin crescents. “i promise i’ll be good!”

jimin’s smile is blinding.

and really, who can say no to that?

the boy looks like a toddler begging for candy.

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“hyung help me!” jimin cries, lunging behind a startled yoongi and hiding in the tiny gap between the couch cushions and yoongi’s back.

“what?”

“you get back over here you little punk!” namjoon roars from elsewhere inside the apartment, stomping out into the living room brandishing a toothbrush, a trail of bubbles splattering in his wake.

“save me!” jimin squeaks, burrowing deeper into the couch. and yoongi snorts at the sight of a froth covered namjoon fuming before him, hair sticking up every which way from having just woken up.

“aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” yoongi grins, settling against the shivering lump behind him as namjoon jabs the toothbrush in the direction of yoongi’s chest.

“hand him over quietly and no one gets hurt,” namjoon growls, a small bubbly puff dripping to the floor.

“i’m not cleaning that!” seokjin calls from the kitchen where he’s frying up a dozen or so eggs for breakfast, and namjoon grunts in response.

“jimin, now,” namjoon reiterates his point with a predatory smile, teeth bared as jimin tries to bury himself even deeper.

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