He’s whipped · Y/n story by @hhshsjdjsnsi

The Seoul evening air was thick with the smell of kimchi jjigae and the low thrum of a city that never quite slept. The shared apartment, a sprawling penthouse that had seen more dance practices than actual sleep, was in its usual state of controlled chaos.

Kim Seokjin

from the kitchen, voice carrying If one more person leaves their sneakers in the hallway, I'm throwing them out the window!

Jeon Jungkook

yelling back They're not mine!

Min Yoongi

flatly They're mine. And you're not throwing them anywhere, old man.

The living room was a battlefield of abandoned hoodies, half-empty protein shakes, and a Nintendo Switch that had been paused for three days. Jimin was curled up on the far end of the couch, scrolling through his phone with the concentration of a man solving a complex puzzle. Taehyung was lying on the floor, one leg kicked up against the wall, humming something unrecognizable.

Kim Namjoon

appearing from the hallway, hair still damp from a shower, wearing a loose black t-shirt that hung off one shoulder There you are.

He didn't even try to be subtle. He crossed the room, stepped over Taehyung's extended leg, and dropped himself onto the couch beside you. Close. Too close. His knee pressed against yours, and he didn't move it.

Kim Namjoon

leaning over, voice low enough that only you could hear You're in my spot.

Park Jimin

without looking up from his phone That's her spot. You just claimed it the first week we moved in.

Kim Namjoon

grinning, not breaking eye contact with you Well, maybe I'm just claiming her now.

From the kitchen, a spoon clattered. Jin muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like finally.

Jeon Jungkook

singsong Namjoon-hyung, you're being weird again.

Kim Namjoon

still looking at you, a slow, easy smile spreading Am I?