Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
————- ❈ ————-
"... Is that what's been bothering you?" Taehyung asks after a moment.
At this, Namjoon's head snaps up, his expression shifting from unease and failure to full of bewilderment.
"Namjoon hyung." He continues as he laughs quietly, his voice adoring. Leaning forward to gently grasp Namjoon's fists, he uncurls the tight hold of his fingers and grasps them into his own. "You do so much as a leader and everyone knows it. How could you think any one of us would be disappointed in you? For anything?"
The tall male's eyebrows knit together, his fingers tightening around Taehyung's. "I... I want to do the best I can. I don't want to say I can't do something because then I'll be letting people down."
"You won't be," Taehyung responds. "Not at all."
"But I don't want anyone to think I'm not trying hard enough," Namjoon expresses conflictedly, his lips curling so deeply into a frown as he stares at their hands. "And what if I become less hardworking because of it? What if I end up making too many excuses and take advantage of everyone's understanding? I... I can't take their love for granted."
He was playing with Taehyung's fingers as he spoke, a dead giveaway he was anxious.
Whenever they were in award shows, Taehyung knew ARMY had noticed the way Namjoon fiddled with each finger, crossed and uncrossed them repeatedly, or bit onto them until the wait was over.
After watching Namjoon fidget for a few seconds more, Taehyung lifts their interlocked hands up to his mouth, and gently, places his lips onto the leader's palm.
Then again, and again, until he's peppering sweet little kisses all over his long beautiful fingers.
"For all the hard work these hands have undergone for the sake of BTS." He pauses to tell him cutely before going back to showering little pecks of affection.
What starts off endearing eventually becomes silly as he begins to open his mouth and make loud wet smoochy noises, acting as though he's gobbling Namjoon's hand.
"Om nom nommm." Taehyung giggles, leaning forward to jump onto the leader so that they both fall back onto the bed.
"Ew, you nasty." Namjoon groans in disgust as he lightly shoves the younger off his chest after he leaves a particularly slobbery kiss on his knuckle.
Taehyung only cackles theatrically as his head lands onto a pillow and to his relief, Namjoon's lips curl into a dimpled smile, his eyes downcast.
They both lay in pleasant silence, Namjoon looking up at the ceiling while Taehyung faces him blissfully, the both of them feeling much better.
"Taehyung-ah." The tall male murmurs after a while.
"Hm?"
"We should sleep now."
Taehyung nods slowly. "Yeah. But Hyung."
"Yes?"
"Tomorrow... what we just talked about... let's do it again as a group, okay?"
"Alright."
The tall male turns to look at the younger then, his eyes hooded tiredly and gaze surprisingly warm as he reaches forward to pinch the younger's chubby cheek fondly.
Taehyung whines and smacks his hand away before climbing off the bed to return to his own.
He holds back a hiss when his body reaches his sheets, chilled from the cold air and lack of body warmth.
Curling into a fetus position, he grabs the extra pillow next to him and wraps his arms and legs around it out of habit.
