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Namjoon was tired.
He'd been working overtime for a while now to help with university, and usually, it wouldn't have bothered him as much as it did. However, he and Seokjin had recently made the decision to wean themselves off of their heat suppressants.
There wasn't a real reason, not really. Namjoon had his first (and only) heat at 18 and immediately went on suppressants, the mood swings and desperateness heats brought too much for him. Seokjin waited a little longer, not going on them until around 20. They were 22 and 24 now.
Seokjin had had his first heat in 4 years a couple of days ago; Hoseok and Yoongi had taken care of him for most of it, but Namjoon was only there for the end, which he still felt guilty about, despite his hyung's reassurances. He'd really wanted to spend Seokjin's heat with him more than he actually did; though he knows that Seokjin didn't mind, he still felt the press of sadness and disappointment on his chest. He despised work sometimes, hating the fact it kept him from his boyfriends.
He could feel his own preheat symptoms creeping up on him, and truly wanted nothing more than to go home into his boyfriends' arms and whine and complain until he felt better, however he had to put as many hours as he could in before having to call out for his heat.
The manager of the bookstore he worked at was an omega as well, thankfully. She was named Joohyun and was very understanding, letting him stay and reshelve until she clocked out. He was truly grateful for her, and promised himself to buy her a gift in gratitude for it (though the only reason she let him stay was because there was work to do; she definitely wouldn't let him if there wasn't).
Their bookstore was in the heart of the city, which was ruled by the prestigious university that resided in it. Therefore, plenty of students from it came in, either looking for some time away from the school or looking for a book to read for pleasure. They were looking into starting to carry books from the university at a discounted price; not everyone was able to get a full ride like he did, and the cheaper the books were the better.
Namjoon took a look at his cart; he'd reshelved most of the books already, and he still had about an hour until Joohyun left. He thought about going into the back and stocking a new release that came out tomorrow, but he was sure one of his coworkers would handle it tomorrow morning. And besides, his desire to go home and be comforted was greater than the need for an extra 10 bucks.
He finished shelving the books on his cart and yelled to Joohyun that he was leaving, clocking out as he did so. He heard her yell back something, most likely a goodbye, but he didn't catch it, due to the sharp pain that took his lower back. Namjoon cursed and got into his car. He immediately dialed for Hoseok, desperate to feel safe. As it rang, Namjoon took a quick recap of his situation.
He preheat had started. He was alone at night, though in the relatively safety of his car. His back really, really hurt, and he just wanted to go home and cry. Or maybe nest. Or get fucked.
Namjoon put the keys into the ignition at the same time Hoseok picked up. He let out a whimper - just hearing his voice made him miss him even more. Hoseok was always the best to call in situations like these - where he needed comfort and the promise of cuddles - because of Hoseok's caring and empathetic personality. He always made Namjoon feel warmer inside, even at bad times like this.
"Joonie? Are you alright?" Hoseok sounded concerned, and Namjoon whimpered again, trying to drive home as quickly as he legally could. Namjoon had recently - 3 months ago - gotten his license, and he wasn't daring enough to break speed limits just yet. Driving still scared the shit out of him.
Luck seemed to be on his side, however. It was late enough that weren't that many cars on the road, so he could make the 15 minute drive without having a mini heart attack every time someone cut into his lane without putting on their indicator.
"Just missed your voice Seokkie. I think my preheat started when I left work a couple minutes ago." Namjoon knew he sounded pathetic, and by the sympathetic noise Hoseok made, he picked up on it.
"Oh baby, get home quickly alright? I'd come to get you but I can hear you're already on the road. You wanna hear about Yoongi falling asleep on Seokjin? Oh. he was so cute, Joon-ah. Though he's an alpha, I still want to cradle him in my arms and coddle him like I do to you and Seokjin." Namjoon knew he was trying to distract him from the pain in his back, and he appreciated it immensely.
Namjoon let out a chuckle; big, excited Hoseok cradling small but serious Yoongi while he pretended to not like it was an adorable image.
"That's so cute Hoseok. I hope you got some pictures of them. Yoongi really is adorable when he's asleep, especially when he's with Seokjin." The contrast between the two was too cute.
"Don't worry, Joon-ah, I did. He's so cute when he curls up like a cat on Jin's chest. I'll send you the pictures now; just don't look at them on the road, alright?" Namjoon gave a yes, and turned onto the street that their apartment was on.
The apartment was two bedrooms; both came with full sized beds, which they ended up moving into one room and sleeping across both. Four people on one full bed wouldn't work, but on two, there was room to spare.
"I'm nearly there Hoseokkie, I'm gonna hang up now. I love you, see you in a second."
Hoseok repeated the last bit and hung up as Namjoon pulled into their parking spot. He climbed to the second floor using the stairs despite his back pain; the elevator would take too long just to go above one floor, and he wanted to see his hyungs now.
He knocked once knowing someone would be there, and he was proven correct when Seokjin opened the door quickly, almost as if he was waiting directly behind it (which he was). Immediately, he pulled Namjoon into a tight hug, and Namjoon suddenly felt the press of tears behind his eyes, so happy to be home and in the arms of one of his mates.
"Hi hyung," he whispered into his broad shoulder. Though Namjoon was taller, he could make himself smaller when he wanted to, and now was definitely one of those times.
Seokjin tilted his head up, pulling Namjoon into a kiss, which he eagerly met. He had missed Seokjin so much, and getting to kiss him after the day he'd had felt like a balm on his heart.
"Hey Joon-ah. You look so tired baby, we should never let you work as late as you do. Here, come in." He gently led Namjoon to the hallway where their bathroom was, fretting over him and his appearance as they went.
"Yoongi's prepared a bath for you and Hoseok's taking out the bedding and clothes to nest. We just want you to relax, alright baby boy? You're not allowed to do anything; your hyungs are here for you."
Namjoon sniffed, overwhelmed with all the love he was receiving. He didn't deserve them, they were so perfect. Tears welled up in his eyes again, and he tried to wipe them away discreetly.
Seokjin knew him too well though, and gently took his wrist that dried his eyes with in his hand.
"Baby. We love you so much. So, so much. You're so perfect, Joonie. You're our baby, we're so lucky to have you in our lives. You make everything better here, even if you might not think so. Thank you so much baby boy." Seokjin's voice was so earnest and full of love he couldn't help the tears that fell from his eyes and the sob that left his throat.
"Oh Joonie, don't cry baby. Here, let's get you into the bath, alright? Yoongi'll wash you up; you always said you like his hands the best." Seokjin opened the bathroom door as Namjoon let out a wet laugh, tears still in his eyes.
Yoongi was there, as Seokjin said he'd be, sitting on the edge of the bath. He was naked except for a pair of boxer shorts, probably betting on the fact that Namjoon would want to bathe with him.
He was right.
"Hey Joon-ah," Yoongi whispered, holding out his arm to pull him into a hug. Seokjin gently pried Namjoon's hands off his shirt - when did they get there? - and left them with a quiet "I'll be in the bedroom."
"Hi hyung," Namjoon replied, quickly moving to be enveloped in the arms of his mate and best friend. He'd never say it out loud, but Yoongi's hugs were his favorite. He barely gave them out unless someone asked, but when he did, Namjoon felt like he was in heaven. Yoongi hugged like he had no intention of letting go, which was exactly what Namjoon needed to feel.
He sat on Yoongi's lap, knowing full well he was too large to fit comfortably, but he didn't want to let go of Yoongi just yet, content to just sit down on top of him and rest his head on his shoulder. Yoongi hummed quietly, rubbing a hand up and down his back while the other massaged at his lower back.
After a while of sitting there - Namjoon didn't know if it was seconds or minutes - Yoongi spoke.
"We ever gonna bathe, Joon? The water'll get cold soon." He didn't stop his ministrations on his back, however, ready to go along with Namjoon if he said no. Namjoon pouted at the thought of getting up, but he did it anyways. Yoongi had already gone to the trouble of making it and adding his favorite oils to it.
"Yeah, you're right."
Yoongi ran his hand through Namjoon's brown hair, before reaching for the hem of his shirt and asking silently with his eyes if he could take it off. He nodded, and Yoongi pulled it off slowly. Namjoon appreciated the energy in the room. It was soft and unhurried, no sexual undertones for it despite the preheat he was currently going through.
Namjoon had a feeling he did it on purpose, and felt a rush of love for Yoongi. Don't get him wrong, he definitely did want to get fucked by Yoongi, and would be once his heat hit, but he valued the peaceful and loving mood as much as he did the sexual and desperate.
Yoongi finished stripping himself and Namjoon and quickly and gently pushed Namjoon into the bath closer to the faucet before coming in behind him, wrapping his legs through his. Yoongi bathed him slowly and gently, wanting his love to be shown in every swipe of the rag and every hand through the hair. He splayed kisses across Namjoon's back before washing it, tickling him. He giggled when Namjoon pushed water back at him in retaliation.
Yoongi was so cute, despite his grumpy demeanor. He was as wanting to be loved as any of them were, and Namjoon was always ready to show him through his words and actions.
He finished bathing Namjoon and himself, and he grabbed a fluffy towel that he and Seokjin started referring to as the 'heat towel', as Hoseok and Yoongi claimed it would only be pulled out during preheats and heats because of its price. It was the softest towel Namjoon had ever and will ever touch.
Namjoon let himself be wrapped up in it by Yoongi, who arched up to give him his first full kiss on the mouth. Namjoon absolutely melted into it, whining softly when he couldn't free his arms from the towel burrito he was put into to place on Yoongi's shoulders.
"Come on Joon-ah, let's go to the bedroom. Seok's and Jin are in there taking out some shit for your nest and rubbing their scents all over it to refresh them."
Namjoon nodded, letting himself be gently pushed into their bedroom. There wasn't much in it, as most of the space was taken up by the two beds they all shared. There was a small closet full of their scent-heavy clothes (saying they were dirty made it feel more disgusting) that they'd started to pile up for Seokjin's heat a couple of days before, and a bedside drawer stocked with lube if Yoongi and Hoseok wanted to have some fun without their omegas.
The door was already opened, and he was met with the sight of his other two mates grabbing random articles of clothing from the pile and rubbing it over their bodies, paying special attention to their necks. After they'd decided it was thoroughly scented, they threw it onto the two beds.
A large pile was already there, and just seeing the clothes and sheets there on the bed made his fingers twitch with the urge to reorganize them. Every omega had the urge to nest, and they'd only be satisfied with it when the scent of either their mates or an alpha was comfortably surrounding them.
"Hey Joonie, are you feeling better?" Seokjin stopped his mad scenting and came over to Namjoon, unwrapping him from the towel and placing an oversized sweatshirt that he was positive was Hoseok's into his hands.
With a nod and a timid smile, he slipped it on. It came down to a little bit below the tops of his thighs; Hoseok had bought it oversized purposefully, and from what he remembered, Jin had worn it through his own heat until the warmth became too much.
Raising the collar up to his nose, he smelled both Seokjin's and Hoseok's scents, but none of Yoongi's. He turned to Yoongi and pointed to the collar, what he wanted unsaid. Yoongi gave one of his gummy smiles that absolutely melted all of their hearts and obediently came over to scent him and the sweatshirt.
Namjoon sighed in content, closing his eyes as he reveled in Yoongi's nose and cheeks running across his scent glands and the fabric of the sweatshirt. When Yoongi decided he was scented enough that he could be smelled, but not overpowering the other two, he pulled away and ushered Namjoon to the beds.
Immediately, Namjoon started to organize the shirts and sweaters and jackets in the way that made the most sense. Some of the smells were stronger than others; Namjoon practically wilted at Hoseok's scent on a blanket, but threw a t-shirt back to Seokjin to rescent when the only thing he could smell was his favorite cologne.
Soon enough, he'd finished his nest and turned back towards his hyungs to get their approval. A nest to an omega was something that was entirely of their own, and they desperately needed praise for it, or else they'd start over and wouldn't stop until they got their approval.
"It looks really comfortable Joonie, can we come in?" Hoseok asked with a sunny smile on his face, and his other hyungs nodded in agreement. Namjoon beamed, gesturing them in and moving to settle himself comfortably in the middle against the wall of pillows he'd built up.
His hyungs joined him, Hoseok moving to his left and Yoongi to his right. Seokjin climbed up between his legs and rested his head on his chest, arms coming up to wrap around him. Namjoon buried his face into his dark hair and let out an unconscious moan, glad to be surrounded by the people he loved the most in this world.
Yoongi cooed at them, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Hoseok leaned his head onto Namjoon's shoulder and grabbed his hand, gently rubbing his thumb across his knuckles. Namjoon didn't know how long they laid there - he was sure it was at least a couple of hours - before he started to feel himself get warmer than normal. He knew then that his heat was about to kick in for real.
He took a quick glance at his mates' faces. All of their eyes were closed, and Yoongi was letting out gentle snores (which he totally denied he had) telling that he was asleep. Hoseok and Seokjin looked relaxed, but it was difficult to tell when his mind was so distracted and he was slowly getting cooked by his and their body heats.
Namjoon whimpered, starting to sweat heavily and leak slick from the smell of Hoseok and Yoongi laying down right next to him. He turned his head and sniffed at Hoseok's hair, regretting the decision immediately when a huge glob of slick practically felt out of him.
He could feel his cock harden fast, and by the grunt Seokjin made, he was awake and felt it as well. He looked up to Namjoon with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and slithered down his body, gently lifting up the sweatshirt to expose his dick, already seeping precum that slid down the shaft.
Seokjin licked his lips before giving the head a kiss, which caused a quiet gasp to fall out of Namjoon's mouth. That awoke Yoongi, who blearily stared at Namjoon's face before having his eyes dart down to Seokjin's mouth on him.
"Oh Joonie, your heat's finally here, isn't it baby? You need your hyungs to take care of you? To fuck you so hard you'll be begging for a break, even in the throws of your heat? I don't think you'll be able to handle it, you're like a fragile doll." Yoongi's voice was mocking, slightly condescending, and Namjoon loved it. He wanted to prove him wrong, wanted to go above and beyond Yoongi's expectations.
Namjoon whimpered, shaking his head.
"N-no hyung, you're wrong! I can handle it. You can't a-ah!" A particularly hard suck from Seokjin at the same time his nipple was pinched caused his sentence to choke off. Hoseok was the culprit, his sunshine smile long gone and replaced with a devious one. Namjoon loved how easily Hoseok could go from caring and soft to sexy and teasing.
"S-Seok, more." Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows, feigning confusion.
"More what, baby?"
"Play with my nipples, please Seokkie." Hoseok's eyes darkened with arousal, but his hands didn't move. Namjoon cried out, half in annoyance and half in pleasure, as Seokjin had just taken him entirely down his throat.
He risked a glance at the man, and what he saw was downright sinful. Seokjin's plump lips were an abused red, and completely stretched out across Namjoon's fat cock. He moaned at the sight, and thrust his hips up into Seokjin's wet heat, chasing his orgasm.
Namjoon could feel it brewing, and he choked out another plea to Hoseok. Hoseok just looked at him with a shit-eating smirk on his face, confusion long-gone.
There was nothing Namjoon could do about it, and he hated it.
"Come for us, doll. Come on, baby." Yoongi ran a hand through his hair and tugged, hard. It sent Namjoon careening into his first orgasm of the night, the feeling so strong it brought tears to his eyes. He came into Seokjin's mouth, and he swallowed it all. Namjoon moaned-sobbed loudly, quickly overwhelmed with oversensitivity as Seokjin kept sucking. Namjoon didn't think it should feel as good as it did.
"S-S-Seokjin hyung please stop," he sobbed. For a second, he was afraid he would, but Seokjin seemed to realize that Namjoon was enjoying the pain oversensitivity brought. He kept sucking on his soft cock for a few more moments, and then pulled off. He made to leave the safety of Namjoon's nest, but at his sound of protest he stayed, stroking Namjoon's inner thigh and muttering praises softly.
"Joonie, you did so well. It felt really nice, didn't it baby? I'm so proud of you for taking it like the good boy you are, you're so good." Namjoon preened under his praise, a tired smile on his face. He knew his fatigue wouldn't last long; he could already feel the desire starting to burn him up from the inside again.
"Yeah, you're always so pliant and willing for us, even when you're not in heat. Thank you baby boy," Hoseok coos at him, giving him a kiss in apology for earlier. Namjoon kisses him back eagerly despite his exhaustion, and can already feel his cock starting to harden again.
"You should take your clothes off, Namjoonie, or else you'll overheat." Namjoon struggled to reach for the hem, but was still too weak to move his arms. Seokjin sighed at his attempt, but it was fond and full of adoration for him.
Seokjin moved up and set his knees on either side of Namjoon's legs, positioning himself to be able to maneuver the sweatshirt off of his body. He threw it to the foot of the bed, incase Namjoon wanted to add it to the nest, but he doubted it.
Slowly, his other hyungs followed his lead, and soon enough, they were all naked and half-hard. Namjoon's mouth watered at the sight of Hoseok and Yoongi's cocks; they were about his length, except the base was thick and heavy with their knots. Seokjin's dick was just as pretty as he was. It was longer than any of theirs, but thinner, with a dusty pink head and clean-shaven balls.
Namjoon left his little alcove against the wall of the nest and sat in front of Yoongi instead, with Seokjin to his right. They were silent for a bit, as Namjoon thought about his next course of action. He knew he was overthinking this, but he wanted his heat to be as pleasant for his mates as it was for him. All three of them could see the silent war in Namjoon's head, but Yoongi was the one who spoke first.
"Joon-ah, don't overthink it. Whatever you want, tell us. This is your heat, not Seokjin's, and it's not mine or Hoseok's ruts either. You can think about what you want and put that before any of our pleasure, okay doll? This is all for you," Yoongi soothed.
At Yoongi's words, he calmed down his thoughts and gave him a grateful smile.
"I want to get f-fucked by Yoongi hyung, and try to suck on Hoseok's and Seokjin's cocks. Is that okay?" He was a bit apprehensive, not one to usually detail any sexual fantasies out loud. However, they all nodded in unison; none of them looked mad or annoyed, which calmed him.
"Lay down on your back, Joonie. Legs facing my way. Hoseok and Jin can go around by your head and have their way with your mouth, okay?"
Namjoon nodded, eyes excited. Slick was steadily coming out of him the more he thought about finally being knotted. He was so caught up in his little fantasy becoming reality he didn't notice Hoseok's cock pushing his lips apart until his head hit his tongue. He immediately pounced, craning his neck up trying to get his cock down his throat.
He was never the best at deepthroating, but he wasn't too bad, if he said so himself. He sucked and bobbed for a while, Hoseok's moans encouraging him to keep going, to take him deeper. Namjoon was sinking hard into his heat, letting his primal instincts to please his mates take over.
A few quick jerks of his cock brought his attention down to Yoongi, who in a few quick seconds lined himself up and sank into him. He bottomed out almost immediately, and Namjoon hummed in pleasure around Hoseok's cock, causing him to moan.
Yoongi didn't go fast immediately, starting off with slow, gentle thrusts of his hips. He let out little alpha grunts of pleasure, too manly to fully let himself go (at least for now).
"Oh fuck Namjoon. You're so tight, so wet for alpha baby. You can't wait for me to knot you, right? To fill you up with my seed and breed you until you can't help but get pregnant. That's the dream isn't it?" Yoongi's words were filthy, and he wasn't the only one affected by them.
Hoseok, at hearing that, thrust faster into his mouth, getting closer and closer to his own release. Namjoon could feel his knot swelling at the base, but he knew he wouldn't pop it completely because he wasn't buried in his ass.
Sometime during this, Seokjin had grabbed Namjoon's hand and he was unconsciously jacking him off, his whines of pleasure mirroring Namjoon's. Seokjin was so beautiful during sex, so raw and open and Namjoon wanted to let him do anything he wanted to him.
"Joon, Joon baby I'm comin-" Hoseok choked off as he pulled out of Namjoon's mouth to come on his face. Some fell around his mouth and eyes, which he collected onto his fingers and shoved them into his mouth, swallowing Hoseok's come as Yoongi fucked his ass gently, not yet wanting to breed him. Seokjin took Hoseok's place in his mouth, and without bothering to collect Hoseok's come from off his face, he went down on Seokjin almost as brutally.
Seokjin, being an omega, had a longer refractory period than alphas, except during his heat. Namjoon had hoped that his own pheromones could impact Seokjin like they did Hoseok and Yoongi, but it didn't seem to be the case. Namjoon knew he'd have to quit earlier than the two alphas.
Namjoon decided to make this as pleasurable for Seokjin as he possibly could, seeing as he'd be out for the count after this.
He fondled his balls and took him all the way down his throat, a more difficult challenge because of his length. Seokjin's moan was high-pitched, his voice wrecked and cracked, and fuck, was it hot. Hoseok was behind Seokjin, playing with his nipples gently, and all the while Yoongi was still fucking him.
Seokjin bent forward, the pleasure becoming nearly too much. He didn't pop knots, but Namjoon enjoyed taking him down his throat as much as he did his other mates. He pulled off his cock but immediately started jerking him off again at his whine of protest.
He thrusted into Namjoon's closed fist as he moved it up and down his shaft. His eyes were closed - Namjoon didn't know when that happened - and Hoseok was leaving large, dark hickeys on his neck.
"I'm close, baby," Seokjin warned. Namjoon just looked at him with earnest eyes, eyes that just begged him to come on his face. Which is exactly what Seokjin did. With a groan and a final thrust into Namjoon's fist, he came over Namjoon's face, most of it landing across his cheeks and out of the reach of his tongue.
Seokjin collapsed backwards in exhaustion into Hoseok's embrace, and the two curled up in a corner of the rest, recuperating and taking care of each other. Namjoon finally gave his full attention to Yoongi, who started to speed up in his thrusts.
Namjoon knew that today was going to be tamest day of his heat; the desire inside of him burned, but didn't consume him entirely. From what Namjoon remembers of his only other heat, his second day was the worst. He didn't remember exactly how many times he came, but it was far too many to count.
Yoongi fucked into him with sharp, quick thrusts, holding one of Namjoon's legs for easier access. His face was contorted in pleasure, and he finally let himself go, moaning as loud as he wanted and praising Namjoon at every thrust.
"Joon-ah, you're so tight for me baby, so wet. It feels good doesn't it, your alpha fucking into you. All you want is my knot, isn't that right? You're a slut for it Namjoon. God, look at you. You're not even denying it."
Namjoon cried out and suddenly came over himself, the affect of his words and his cock suddenly finding his prostate too much for him. Yoongi didn't stop, just kept fucking him at a brutal pace. He could slowly feel himself start to harden again, and Yoongi cooed mockingly at the sight.
"Aw, poor Joonie. That orgasm wasn't enough, right? Only thing that could satisfy you is a thick knot inside of your ass, keeping you tied to me. You want it, right Namjoon-ah?"
Namjoon nodded desperately at his words, and reached down a hand to start jerking himself off as Yoongi pounded into him with all he had. He could feel Yoongi's knot starting to catch on his rim, and he started clenching his hole around Yoongi's cock every time he fucked into him.
Yoongi groaned so dirty Namjoon nearly came from it. His thrusts started to become sloppy and irregular, so Namjoon kept clenching around him tightly.
"You take my fucking cock so well baby, you'll take my knot even better," Yoongi moaned out. Namjoon knew he wouldn't say these things normally, which just made it even hotter.
Yoongi's knot was finally too wide to take out, so he kept thrusting into him, and finally he came, burrowing himself deep in Namjoon's ass. Namjoon came quickly after, a couple more jerks of his cock sending him over the edge. He collapsed onto Namjoon, ignoring the come splattered onto his stomach. The movement jostled the knot and Namjoon whined in pain.
"Sorry baby," he whispered into his ear. Namjoon just huffed and wrapped his arms around Yoongi's back, trying to keep him as close as possible. Namjoon heard some rustling, and Seokjin and Hoseok appeared next to them, holding water and wet towels.
"Drink up. That means you as well Yoongi," Seokjin commands, and who were they to disobey their omega?
Yoongi's knot finally went down after about 10 minutes and he pulled out, but quickly put his fingers back inside instead to keep the come trapped inside. Namjoon was grateful for it; usually, he'd despise it, but his heat was making him think differently and he'd probably die if Yoongi let the come fall out of him.
Now that Yoongi was off of him, Seokjin quickly cleaned up Namjoon's stomach and face, and he blew a sleepy kiss at him in thanks. Seokjin blew him one back, his chipmunk cheeks adorable.
Hoseok brought over a plug with a pink heart on it and gently inserted it into Namjoon. He smiled sleepily at Hoseok in thanks, who smiled back in return. Namjoon knew he'd be back at it soon, but for now he enjoyed the sensation of the plug inside of him and his hyungs laying on either side and on top of him.
"Love you Joonie," Seokjin mumbled from on top of him, his eyes half-closed. His alphas on his sides whispered love yous as well, and Namjoon was so, so happy.
"Love you too, hyungs," he said, closing his eyes and falling asleep almost immediately.