Chapter 3 of my MinJoon fanfic on AO3 is up.
Summary: When Kim Namjoon and Park Jimin initiate more skinship to distracted from the fact that the two youngest in their group were disgustingly in love, Namjoon finds himself in a rather precarious situation.
Because Namjoon had always been fond of small things, cute things, sweet things. And all aspects considered, it wasn’t a huge surprise.
Slowly, Kim Namjoon falls in love with Park Jimin.
Continue reading for a small excerpt:
The whole time since Namjoon lives in Seoul, home was still a small house in Ilsan, with too many books to read and a messy, uncared garden full of weeds since his parents have no time to take care of it, and Kyungmin and he are far too lazy.
Home, now, is a small two-room apartment with too many boys, a shabby shower that runs out of warm water after 13 minutes and 36 seconds, forcing them to share on multiple occasions with awkward smiles and awkward glances. A place without enough space to breath properly, let alone move without stumbling over another pair of limbs or articles of clothing.
Home, now, is a room with seven beds for seven boys, dreaming the same dream every night and day, who fight and laugh and cry, and Namjoon is thankful for it.
Home, now, is a place that smells like Seokjins cooking and Hoseoks cologne, sounds like Taehyungs singing in the shower, and Jeongguks squeaky teenage-boy laughter and Jimin stealing their shirts and Yoongis notes all over the place.
Home, He wonders when he closes his notebook for the night and takes Jimins outstretched hand before turning off the light and closing the studio door, is maybe not a place, but the people filling it.
And for a second he wonders when they became a family.
