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Namjoon wonders whatever Jimin might be up to. He’s always doing things like these, wanting to surprise him. Namjoon likes it, loves it, of course. It’s just that it makes him so nervous because he never knows what to expect. Jimin is so good at this, at making Namjoon feel... he can’t even explain it. He only knows that the younger one is cute but can also make him feel so intimidated. He’s small but he can make Namjoon feel like he’s smaller than him, like he’s the one in control And, he likes it, loves it. Everything about Jimin is just loveable.
But, in moments like these, he can’t help but feel excited and overwhelmed. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve this, how it ended up in this, being loved by so many people, surrounded by such a big and wonderful family and having a boyfriend like Jimin. A boyfriend that loves him to the moon and back, a boyfriend he loves just the same.
“Jimin?” He asks, wondering why it’s all so silent.
The sun has barely come down yet everybody seems to have gone out. He knows better than to not consider it a part of Jimin’s “surprise”. He does wonder, though, wherever he might have sent them and with what excuse. It’s not like they all don’t know about he and Jimin, they’ve known ever since the start. But still, Jimin must be planning something... well, if he sent everyone away.
He hasn’t gotten an answer and it only makes him feel more nervous, anticipation building in his chest, his stomach doing a flip with excitement. Well, he might as well go looking for him because the younger one is clearly not going to come out.
He takes his shoes off and walks towards the hallway, making his way towards the end, where his room is. He stops, though. Maybe Jimin is in his own room. He takes a few steps back and knocks on Jimin’s door, before pushing inside. He’s a little bit disappointed with the fact that he isn’t there but it doesn’t take him long to notice there’s something on the bed.
He walks over, slowly. He wonders why it surprises him, even though it’s not something he hasn’t seen before. Jimin had uploaded this just a while before his birthday started. A nice and pleasant surprise that had sent the whole fandom into overdrive. Literally, ARMY’s from all around the world went crazy because of it and of course, a few of them started rumoring about it being an early birthday gift for Namjoon. Well, it was. He wonders why it’s here and if it has anything to do with Jimin’s surprise.
It only thrills him more. He, at the same time as everyone around the world, had seen this set of pictures, no caption, just Jimin’s name. Least to say, it had been enough for him to spring to his feet from where he was lying in bed and run towards Jimin’s room. But the door was locked and Jimin had told him to go away because he had a surprise prepared and he couldn’t see it until later.
Later is now and up to this moment, Jimin has done a wonderful job teasing him. And Jimin’s teasing is always so frustrating but at the same time, perfect. It’s overwhelming too, sometimes. But Namjoon loves all of those things. He doesn’t mind them at all. Jimin had gone out all day. Now, Namjoon isn’t offended by it because there’s no reason for him to be. Birthdays have never been something too huge for him, he’s not one to get angry if he’s not greeted by someone. But he’s mostly not angry because he knows that it’s all been part of Jimin’s plans. The going out before Namjoon could do something about the pictures he’d clearly uploaded for him, the uploading that video in congratulations, later on, the apologizing for not being there (with the silent promise of what was to come).
Namjoon has been anticipating this moment all day long. And still, Jimin doesn’t stop with his teasing. He takes his time observing the pictures for a second time, only now, he has a better image of them, he can see them closely. Jimin had done this on purpose, pretending to look shocked in the last picture, as if he’d been caught red handed. Such a fucking tease . Namjoon grins. And it’s all for him. At the end of the day, the world may be able to see a part of Jimin, to fall in love with every beautiful thing there is about him, but neither of them gets to hold the small boy while they drift to sleep nor do they get to kiss him stupid, nor do they get to have him the way Namjoon does.
He looks at the pictures for another second, before putting them in his pocket because those are for him, no doubt. He decides that Jimin must be in his room, so he moves towards there, not stopping until the door is closed behind him. It seems empty, at first glance but Namjoon spots the light coming from under the bathroom door and he smiles, not even bothering with turning the lights on. There’s no need for that, he knows. Instead, he moves towards the bed, where there seems to be something else.
It’s sash , like those that are used when models are participating in a contest or when someone wins for some government spot. He laughs out loud when he reads what it says. Mr. President . It shouldn’t be like that but it makes something hot grow in his lower stomach. God, whenever Jimin calls him Mr. President. He might as well push that thought away before he starts getting too excited. He supposes he must put it on, so he passes it over his head and places it diagonally across his chest. He then sits at the border of the bed and waits, hoping Jimin will have mercy on him and finally stop with his teasing.
It takes a few seconds but the door to the bathroom finally opens and Jimin’s small frame comes into view. Now, Namjoon isn’t sure about what he was expecting but Jimin is standing fully clothed (wouldn’t have been a surprise to find him naked) and with a shy expression on his face. Jimin gets shy sometimes, too. He’s a very particular soul, honestly. Namjoon will never get tired of him. Everything just keeps feeling perfectly new with him.
“Hey,” the younger one breathes out.
Oh, wow. This reminds Namjoon of the first time they were together. It had been months after they’d gotten together and even then, they’d been dancing around each other for months, too. That first time. God, Namjoon will never forget it. It had been special and unique but it had also been with Jimin and that solely was enough. Jimin had been shy, just as he seems to be now, he’d also been standing in the entrance of the bathroom, fully dressed. Today he’s wearing black and tight jeans, a white shirt, tucked into the waistband of them. His hair is messy, probably because he’s been carding his fingers through it, something he does half the time.
“Jimin-ah,” he whispers, encouraging.
Is this his surprise? A reminiscence of their first time together?
“Happy birthday,” Jimin murmurs, taking a few steps forward, closing the bathroom door behind himself.
The room is dark again but Namjoon doesn’t mind it. He’s not sure if Jimin is actually nervous or if he’s just pretending to be, but if he really is, then it’s better that the lights are off because he relaxes when it’s like that.
“Thank you, baby,” he whispers, his eyes having adjusted to the darkness and spotting Jimin’s body coming closer.
“Lean back?” Jimin asks, voice still low.
Namjoon obeys, leaning back onto his elbows, so that he can still look at Jimin’s body shifting closer. He’s painfully conscious of the soft voices that are being exchanged and of the way Jimin’s breathing is so heavy in the room. Namjoon himself is getting worked up and nothing has even happened. It’s just really exciting.
“What do you have planned for today, my little mochi ?” Namjoon asks, a smile making its way onto his lips.
“That’s a surprise,” Jimin says. The younger one finally stands in front of him, close enough that he’s standing in between Namjoon’s open legs. The older one stares up at him, jaw clenched because of his nervousness. “Let me be good to you, yeah?” Jimin asks.
Namjoon releases a soft exhale, breathing shaky. This really does feel like their first time, the nervousness and shyness of it, the expectation and anticipation. It’s all right there. God, everything with Jimin just feels this way and he fucking loves it.
“You want to be good to me?” He asks, softly.
“Yeah,” Jimin murmurs.
He hasn’t touched Namjoon and it’s getting a little frustration.
“Touch me?” He asks in a whisper.
Jimin’s lips turn into a grin and Namjoon’s stomach swoops. Oh, God. Maybe he was pretending to be shy because right now he looks like a demon ready to have his way with his prey. He lowers his head, looking at Namjoon through his eyelashes and he shakes his head, taking a step away. Namjoon groans, letting his head fall for a second and then brings it back up because he doesn’t want to miss a single thing of whatever is about to happen. He adjusts himself so that he’s holding his body on his hands, still behind his back and now he’s a little bit taller, has a better view of Jimin’s small frame.
“You have to be good, too,” Jimin says, voice different than it had been just seconds before. He lifts his hands but doesn’t move them more after that, Namjoon finds himself following the movement, anyway. “Look at me,” Jimin orders and Namjoon —fuck— he quickly does, eyes meeting Jimin’s.
He watches as Jimin moves his hands to where his shirt is tucked into the waistband of his tight jeans and swallows the lump that has formed in his throat, as the younger one starts lifting it, taking it out. Skin is put into view as Jimin keeps moving it. Fuck, is this a continuation of the photobooth pictures? Because he really hopes so.
Jimin’s shirt falls to the floor but it doesn’t make a sound. Namjoon keeps his eyes on Jimin’s face but he does risk a glance downwards, towards his well-toned body. Muscles sharp even though he’s so small and delicate, sometimes. Namjoon particularly loves his thighs, so he’s hoping that the pants are coming off, next.
And they do. Jimin makes a whole show out of it, siding it down his thighs, his legs, his feet. He giggles when he stumbles and looks up at Namjoon, shy. Shy again. Ugh, Namjoon doesn’t think he’ll be able to survive this. It’s too much and it’s making him nervous. Shy Jimin makes hi m feel some kind of way. Intimidating Jimin also makes him feel some kind of way. Jimin as a whole makes him feel some kind of way.
He stars moving up when Jimin takes a step closer but the younger one shakes his finger in the air as if saying no. Namjoon gulps again, leaning back on his hands. Jimin puts his hands on his shoulders and holds himself steady as his knees fall to the mattress at either side of Namjoon’s thighs. He keeps sliding forward until he’s fully seated on the older one’s lap and then he smiles softly, leaning forward to give him a small kiss. It has Namjoon searching for them once he breaks away, far too soon. Jimin kisses him again but it’s still brief. He then kisses Namjoon’s forehead, in between his eyebrows, his nose, his cheekbones. He does it so softly and gently, lips delicate over Namjoon’s skin it almost feels like they’re butterflies. His chin, his jaw on both sides, his neck. Oh, God. He’s tilting his head backwards and Jimin’s kissing his neck.
He shifts in his spot, noticing that things are starting to get heated down there and his slacks are already turning slightly uncomfortable. But he has no time to ask for anything because Jimin’s face is back in front of his and it distracts him quite quickly.
“Do you like me shy?” The younger one asks, leaning in to kiss Namjoon’s lips. Th e older one closes his eyes but has to open them again when the kiss is cut short. He pouts, wanting more. “Do you?” Jimin presses.
He nods.
“I do,” he whispers, hoping he’ll get another kiss, longer this time.
“Do you like me intimidating?” Jimin asks, then.
“Yes,” Namjoon answer because he does, for fuck’s sake.
He loves everything about him, the answer won’t change no matter what Jimin asks.
“You’re gonna have to choose one, Joonie ,” he whispers. He kisses him again, but it’s still too brief to be enough. Namjoon is getting on edge. “I can’t be both at the same time.”
Honestly, how the fuck is Namjoon even supposed to choose one? He can't deal with any of them because they both make everything so intense. Jimin had been shy the first times they’d been together —scratch that, he’d been shy since they’d gotten together, when they kissed or hugged, or just looked at each other. But then they’d discovered together what they liked and what they didn’t and in between it all . T hey’d discovered that Jimin loved it when Namjoon was under him and he was doing all the work, he was pushing them both over the edge, when he was intimidating and just had to look into Namjoon’s eyes for him to stop moving, stop trying and just take what Jimin was giving him while riding him.
So, exactly how is Namjoon supposed to choose?
“Whatever you want, please,” he whines. “Just — please . Anything,” he finds himself begging.
Jimin’s smile grows. He ’s such a teasing one. It drives Namjoon crazy. He wants to touch him but Jimin had told him not to move, so he’s not about to do so. But he’s so close, so heavenly pressed against his body, chests together, Jimin’s ass making it very difficult for Namjoon to stay calm. Because, please . That ass is so perfect.
“You look so hot in a suit,” Jimin mumbles, a pout forming on his lips. He hides his face in Namjoon’s neck and holds on tight to him in a hug. Oh. Is he going for shy Jimin? Is that what they’ll be doing from now on?
“You love it when I wear suits,” Namjoon rasps, letting his nose brush Jimin’s hair. It smells like peaches and it’s delicious. He closes his eyes when he feels Jimin’s lips now insistent over his skin, no more feather-like kisses, now he’s mouthing at Namjoon’s skin, nibbling on it in between his teeth and — fuck , Namjoon is starting to get hard.
“Is that why you’re wearing one?” He asks, softly.
Namjoon whines when Jimin shifts on his lap. It could be that he’s just getting more comfortable but Namjoon knows so much better. This is Jimin trying to turn him on even more. It works, of course it does.
“Mom and dad wanted me to go elegant for the birthday dinner they prepared,” he explains. “But it’s also for you because I know you love it,” he whispers. “You love how they feel against you, don’t you?” He asks, because two can play at this game.
Jimin whines this time, moving away and letting his head fall backwards, his long neck exposed to Namjoon’s lips. He knows just how much of a touchy subject that is. It brings both of them memories of that time they’d come back home after a party, horny and so desperate from having kept their hands for themselves all night, that Jimin had only slid down his zipper, brought down his boxer briefs and had quickly taken him inside. Namjoon doesn’t remember ever coming so fast in his life. They were both still practically dressed, Jimin having slid down both his boxer briefs and his pants, to his thighs, not wasting anymore time.
“Want me to fuck you like that again?” He asks.
Now that he’s remembered about it, he feels desperate and he’s started moving his hips, trying to create friction between them. He wonders if it’ll win him a punishment but Jimin seems to really want it too because he starts moving his hips at the same pace as Namjoon. He lets his forehead fall onto his and bites his bottom lip because — God — he knows how much Namjoon loves it when he does that. It’s so sinful.
“Want you to fuck me anyway you want to,” Jimin murmurs.
His hands fall to Namjoon’s shoulder blades and his hips grind forward with such force that Namjoon groans, cock already so hard that his slacks fucking hurt.
“I will,” he accepts. “I will but we need to get me out of this,” he says.
When he leans forward, hands leaving the mattress, Jimin shakes his head and pushes against his chest so suddenly that he falls back. He blinks up at him in surprise but Jimin just smiles sweetly, shyly and slides his hands over Namjoon’s chest, undoing the buttons of his button -up shirt.
Oh. Oh, Namjoon understands what’s happening here. He has to stay back and let Jimin do what he wants. So, apparently, shy and intimidating Jimin will be present tonight, which he doesn’t exactly hate. The best birthday gift ever, he knows. It’s not even about the sex. The gift isn’t the sex. The gift is just getting to enjoy each other, to make each other happy, to be together. The gift is to finally be able to be with each other because it’s been a while, what with comeback season, the new album they’re preparing, the end of the tour. It’s been a while. And they finally have time for themselves.
“Want to feel you,” Jimin whispers, leaning down to kiss over Namjoon’s chest. “Is that okay? Is that what you want?” He asks.
Namjoon just nods, eyes fluttering close when Jimin’s heavenly lips clasp to one of his nipples. He gasps, fingers itching to move and touch because Jimin’s body is on top of his and he wants it so bad. But he knows better and, instead, he fists the sheets in his hands, preventing himself from trying to move.
Jimin’s lips slide downwards, over his chest, over his abdomen, kiss the places right above the waistband of his slacks. Namjoon really needs the slacks to come off because they’re borderline painful now.
“Up,” Jimin mutters and Namjoon honestly just moves out of reflex, lifting his back from the bed so that Jimin can slide the shirt off his shoulders.
His hands slide down the older one’s arms in the process but they’re gone before he can enjoy it enough. After that, he’s thrown back onto his back and he decides to keep his eyes open because when Jimin is there, sitting on his lap, it’s a crime not to look. It’s like having an angel straddling him and at the same time, it’s like he’s actually a demon. He closes his eyes when Jimin fumbles with his zipper and sighs once he starts pulling his pants down. He helps him lifting his lips and finally , he’s free. Well, as free as he can get with boxer briefs still on.
When Jimin settles back on his hips, his ass pressed to Namjoon’s cock, he sighs, the friction so much better.
“Jimin,” he whispers, hands itching to move once more.
“Almost, hyung ,” he hears the younger one whisper and his breath brushes against his navel, sliding down from under his bellybutton, towards the waistband of his boxer briefs. Namjoon isn’t sure why but whenever Jimin calls him that, when they’re having sex, it only turns him on more. And he knows this because he does it all the time, teases him with words such as: ‘is hyung gonna take good care of me?’ “Want you naked,” Jimin says, voice whiny.
“Get me naked, baby,” Namjoon urges him on.
Jimin is fast to comply. He gets off of Namjoon and the older one lifts his head to be able to look at him. Jimin makes a whole other show out of taking his boxer briefs off, smiling shyly as he lets them hang from a finger, before they fall off the floor. He then hovers over Namjoon’s body as he hooks his fingers under his waistband and starts sliding down. His face floats so close to Namjoon that his lips brush against his cock while he’s going down and he groans, lifting his hips in a stupid attempt to get more.
But Jimin just smiles knowingly, throwing the boxers over his shoulder. When Namjoon moves to get into a comfortable position, Jimin lets his hands fall onto his knees. Oh, holy fuck. It’s not good having Jimin down there, like that, when his knees are parted because of his previous position. He opens his lips to talk but ends up failing miserably when Jimin’s hands press into his skin, sliding upwards towards his thighs. They keep going up until his thumbs reach the insides of his thighs and he gasps, twisting in his spot.
Jimin has the nerve to giggle .
“So sensitive,” he whispers, continuing with his way up to Namjoon’s waist, as he crawls back up to his lap.
He leans forward so that his hips float over Namjoon’s and his hands are positioned right next to each side of Namjoon’s head. Namjoon expects him to say something, to tease him some more or kiss him, even. But what Jimin does is so sudden that he moans, the sound ringing in his ears and his cheeks heating up immediately.
Jimin grinds his hips over Namjoon’s, his hard cock sliding against his. His hands move before he can stop himself and he lets them clasp onto Jimin’s hips, thrusting up to cause that delicious friction once more.
“Don’t move,” Jimin reminds him, lifting his hips so they’re not touching Namjoon’s anymore. The older one groans and lets go, hands clutching the sheets once more. He sighs when Jimin leans completely over him, his hips pressed against his, once more. He isn’t moving but just the feel of his cock against his is enough to make Namjoon feel good. He wants to move, he wants to be inside of him, he wants to have him so bad. “I’m gonna ride you so good, hyung ,” he whispers against Namjoon’s jaw. “ Gonna make you feel great ,” he mumbles.
Namjoon doesn’t even doubt it. He whines.
“Please,” he begs. He needs it, he really does. He’s starting to feel so desperate.
“I’m all ready for you,” he whispers and he moves away before Namjoon can process what it means.
“W-what — ” he stutters but Jimin is fast to explain.
“I showered before this,” he whispers.
Oh .
“You’re — ”
“Stretched open?” Jimin whispers, stopping him midsentence. “All for you.”
Namjoon groans, eyes closing and head pressing harder into the mattress .
“Fuck,” he murmurs.
Jimin is gone and back in seconds. He doesn’t even manage to open his eyes. He doesn’t want to. He wants to just feel him, it’s the only thing he needs. As soon as possible. And sure enough, the younger one is fast to comply, knowing exactly what he needs. A bottle pops open and then —
“Fuck,” he blurts out, again.
Jimin’s fingers are a bit cold when they wrap around his cock and he moans at the very first stroke, far too gone in this whole thing to feel embarrassed anymore. Jimin tightens his fingers around him, slides upwards painfully slow. He moves his hips because he can’t help it and clenches the sheets even harder.
“Just a second, hyung,” Jimin says.
He sounds awfully calm but when Namjoon opens his eyes to plead for him to hurry up, his gaze is just as desperate and he’s already starting to position himself over Namjoon’s cock. He sighs in relief, nodding when Jimin’s eyes lift to look at him in between his eyelashes. They’ve never been good at foreplay. The need to be closer to each other always overpowers everything else. So, of course Jimin is already ready for him, already moving to position himself.
It feels as good as it always does. Jimin is tight, despite having already prepped himself and when he sinks all the way down, ass flush against Namjoon’s hips, his head falls backwards, lips parting in a silent moan. It’s beautiful and Namjoon always pats himself in the back for managing to keep his eyes open while he’s entering Jimin, he never wants to miss this.
“I wanted to take it slow,” Jimin says, face coming back down. He’s talking calmly again but by the frown in between his eyebrows and the beads of sweat trailing down his temples, it’s clear that he needs this as much as Namjoon does. “But now I want to be fucked senseless and quickly. Do that for me, hyung?” He whispers.
Why? Just why the fuck does he have to speak like that? It does things to Namjoon. He groans, desperate to touch him but he knows Jimin doesn’t want him to. He nods as Jimin lets his hands fall onto the older one’s abdomen, bracing himself so that he can lifts his hips. When he does, they both moan, the feeling of Jimin around him, still so tight and so hot. It makes Namjoon thrust upwards at the same time Jimin comes back down.
But then it dawns on him what is happening. Jimin continues to lifts his hips and bring them back down, rapidly but in the meanwhile, Namjoon is helpless and can’t move properly. Jimin is doing this on purpose. Namjoon can’t thrust upwards correctly because his legs are hanging off the bed and it’s clear that he’s trying to make him desperate. But he’s enjoying it, of course he is. It’s so good to be like this, under Jimin’s mercy and unable to move, to do something about the aching arousal that’s flaring across his abdomen.
He tries his best, though. He thrusts however he can and ends up letting his hands move again, positioning them on Jimin’s hips. The younger one seems so lost in this that he doesn’t even budge, just keeps moving. Namjoon really isn’t going to last long if this keeps up. It feels so good and so intense, it feels better than ever and it’s probably because they haven’t had time for this in a very long while.
He uses his hands to bring Jimin down with more force, replacing the fact that he can’t thrust properly and he loves how Jimin’s hands slip because of how much they’re sweating, how he ends up collapsing onto Namjoon’s chest and doesn’t even bother to move back up. He’s had enough of this, clearly and Namjoon too, can’t wait another fucking second.
He manhandles Jimin’s body and throws him onto the mattress, falling right over him. They don’t break apart all the while that happens but he pushes in deeper inside of him with the new position, marveling in the way Jimin moans so beautifully. The sound vibrates inside his body and it only fuels him to go faster.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans.
“ Hyung ,” Jimin mumbles, a mess of words tumbling out of his mouth the next second because Namjoon thrusts deep inside of him, not moving his hips away as he circles them, the tip of his cock brushing against Jimin’s prostrate.
“I love you,” Namjoon mutters, before crashing his lips against Jimin’s.
Jimin tries to say something but he can’t because he’s trying to kiss Namjoon back. And his back is arching off the mattress, strong thighs pressing against Namjoon’s waist. The heels of his feet are clawing into Namjoon’s ass and fuck, it feels too good. It’s so intense and desperate and he loves it.
“So beautiful,” Namjoon whispers, breaking apart.
He drowns his face in Jimin’s neck because the younger one is clenching around him and it’s clear that he’s close to coming. Namjoon isn’t that far behind. He lets one of his forearms fall onto the bed, at either side of Jimin’s head and the other hand holds onto Jimin’s hip.
“I love you too,” Jimin says, a moan escaping his lips as Namjoon thrusts faster. “Want us to come together,” he whines, arching his back off the bed.
God, Namjoon loves how flexible Jimin’s body is. It’s so fucking sexy.
“Me too,” he whispers and stops moving.
Jimin whines, trashing on the mattress .
“Don’t stop,” he begs. “Please don’t stop, Joon.”
“Don’t wanna come without you, baby,” Namjoon whispers before he circles Jimin’s length with his fingers. He jerks him off at a steady pace, only trying to bring him closer to the edge so that they can come together.
And when he feels Jimin clenching around him again, he picks up with his thrusts, the hot feeling spreading like wildfire all over his body. It takes them seconds to come, Jimin’s teeth sinking into Namjoon’s neck (not too tight, fortunately) but it does nothing to muffle his screams as he comes, nails clawing at the older one’s back. It’s a bit painful but it feels so good. Namjoon feels his body turn into fire, his orgasm hitting him so hard he loses his breath. He whines into Jimin’s neck, staying deep inside of Jimin as he comes, body trembling with pleasure.
After that, he just moves out of instinct because his limbs feel like jelly — fuck that, his whole body feels like jelly. He takes a while before he manages to slide out of Jimin and he makes his way to the bathroom to bring a wet cloth. He cleans them up and they snuggle under the covers, naked and still sweaty bodies tangling under the sheets.
This, Namjoon likes it just as much as he likes the sex. Cuddling Jimin afterwards, holding him against his body and just being there with him. He smiles lazily and nuzzles his nose into Jimin’s hair.
“Love you,” he whispers.
“Love you too,” Jimin whispers back. They settle in comfortable silence for a while, breaths coming down from their high and hearts slowing down. “Your other gift is in my bedroom, by the way,” Jimin mumbles, lips brushing over Namjoon’s chest.
“I saw that,” Namjoon whispers, letting his lips kiss Jimin’s forehead and eyes closing shut as exhaustion takes over them.
“Not the pics,” Jimin says.
“Huh?” Jimin asks, opening one eye even though Jimin’s head is snuggled under his chin. “Another gift?” He asks
“This is literally only like, a ten percent of the gifts I got you,” Jimin replies, giggling softly, tiredly.
Namjoon groans.
“There’s more?” He asks. Jimin nods. “A lot more?” He asks. Jimin nods again. “A lot more like this?” He asks, then. Jimin swats his chest. “Just having you is enough,” he whispers.
Jimin sighs in content and snuggles closer.
“You’ll still love the gifts, though,” he assures.
And Namjoon believes him. Because he knows Jimin and he knows that whatever comes with him will always bring him happiness .