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jimin was worried. his boyfriend, namoon, wasn’t acting like his usual self – he had no enthusiasm anymore, his smiles were weak, he hadn’t been out of their shared flat once and he was barely eating. jimin suspected – knew - it had something to do with the fact that when he introduced jimin as his boyfriend to his family a week ago, many members of the kim family that he loved the most weren’t happy. at all. jimin knew it was haunting namjoon, keeping him up at night. this couldn’t go on.
jimin plotted. when namjoon was having a nap, jimin snuck into the bathroom.
(there was no need for him to creep along on his tiptoes when namjoon slept like the dead but he did it anyway.)
after calling the friends they both shared, whispering as loud as he could while keeping an ear out for the steady snoring from namjoon, and getting them in on his plan, he felt a lot more accomplished. he decided to forego the tiptoeing when he left the bathroom, instead, jimin walked normally up to where namjoon slept on their couch – naps were the only way namjoon got any rest anymore so he still wanted to be careful though – and cautiously lied next to him. jimin smiled to himself when namjoon’s arms enclosed around him automatically. jimin tried his best to make the rest of the day a happy one for namjoon but he became too distracted in ordering things online as fast as he could, guiltily pressing “next day shipping” on it all. namjoon’s day remained to be a quiet, unhappy one.
in the morning, jimin was awoken from his sleep by an insistent banging on their front door, accompanied with screaming and yelling.
“namjoon, namjoonie, the door, babe,” jimin whispered in namjoon’s ear, shaking him gently.
groaning but with no real defiance, namjoon trudged out of bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. he slammed open the door with little to no care, cringing at the slam of the door against the wall.
“what the fuck,” namjoon sighed, “is this?”
this referred to his and jimin’s friends; taehyung, yoongi, jungkook, hoseok, and seokjin all outside their door, with matching devilish smiles on their faces and large bags on their backs.
“this,” taehyung declared triumphantly, “is a kidnapping.”
namjoon raised an eyebrow.
“of who?”
“you,” yoongi said drily. the others nodded. before namjoon's tired brain could even process what was going on, hoseok and jungkook grabbed his arms and began to drag him out the door. namjoon struggled back almost successfully until he felt a push from behind him.
“sorry!” he heard jimin's voice sound out as the door shut behind him and he was left, in his pyjamas, surrounded by a gang of his friends looking victorious.
“before you yell! here’s some clothes and shoes,” hoseok pulled the said items out of his bag and handed them to namjoon.
namjoon glared.
“no.”
“do you want me to force you?” jungkook asked, smirking, “because i will do it.”
namjoon changed into the clothes.
namjoon tried calling for help from jimin from where he was inside their apartment but heard nothing in return. giving up, he reluctantly went with his completely batshit crazy group of friends, who surrounded him like guards.
jimin giggled cheekily from behind the other side of the door, still in the bedroom, fighting off the feelings of guilt he had when he heard namjoon yell, with the reassurance from himself that this was in fact, a very good idea indeed.
namjoon was tired. after the encounter with his family and the harsh words spoken to him by those he held dearest, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything. he had no energy to do anything at all. he had tried weakly to snap himself out of it but every time he tried to be happy, he heard their harsh words in his head, condemning him. condemning jimin.
so really he was quite glad that despite the entire setup, all he and his friends actually did was go shopping. he really hadn’t wanted to and protested the entire way but eventually, he found he was almost enjoying himself. his friends knew he loved fashion so they allowed him to spend hours scouring each shop, trying on all the clothes he bundled into his arms. even when it got to the point where usually at least one of them would complain, they all kept encouraging him and smiling. namjoon almost forgot to be suspicious.
almost.
“don’t bother asking why you’re here,” hoseok’s voice sounded in namjoon’s ear just as he was about to interrupt jungkook and seokjin to ask what was happening, as they were trying on hats and giggling together. namjoon had figured they would probably be the easiest to break, considering yoongi would never spill and would definitely never let hoseok either and taehyung had disappeared into a changing room. namjoon hadn’t realised that yoongi and hoseok were actually sneaking up behind him, as he had opened his mouth.
“just relax, joon,” yoongi patted namjoon’s shoulder, “enjoy buying ugly clothes, eh?” hoseok nodded vigorously, slipping a hand into yoongi’s. namjoon found his eyes glued to their conjoined hands – the way they were fitting perfectly around each other, the gentle stroking of yoongi’s thumb over hoseok’s hand. namjoon sighed, missing jimin more than ever. hoseok smiled gently at namjoon before grabbing a hat from the side and placing it on namjoon’s messy hair. namjoon laughed weakly but even that was enough to garner a beam from every single one of his friends.
(minus taehyung, who had this point, had gotten locked in the changing room and was stuck there for about twenty minutes, calling for help, before his friends even realised that he hadn’t come back yet.)
as the early morning melted into afternoon – where they enjoyed a meal out after rescuing taehyung from his tiny prison – then began to shed into evening, namjoon finally found himself being dropped off at his home. they all grinned at him as he knocked carefully on the door, before wishing him their love and scampering off.
namjoon was concerned – what was this? why did jimin need him gone? or did he just want him gone? was he sick of him and wanted time to himself? namjoon almost drove himself crazy, waiting for the front door to open. he wished he had his keys. he wished he had never gone to meet up with his family, wished he had never taken jimin with him, wished he hadn’t felt brave enough to introduce jimin as his boyfriend - as the love of his life.
finally, the door opened.
namjoon wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t jimin standing in front of him in a soft, giant oversized jumper to contrast with his ripped jeans, his small hands almost completely covered, just the tips of his fingers gently peeking out. and bunny ears.
namjoon stared at them.
jimin fidgeted from side to side.
namjoon kept staring.
jimin squealed and hid his face in his hands, a blush glittering on his face.
namjoon gently stepped inside and shut the door behind him, reaching his hands for jimin’s. he held them away from his face and bent his neck down so he could be as close to jimin as possible, leaning his forehead against jimin’s. jimin was a whole head smaller than namjoon and namjoon was used to having to lean down but every time he did, it just reminded him how cute jimin really was.
“what is this? you’re a little bunny,” namjoon hummed and jimin squealed again, his face heating up more.
“you’re laughing,” jimin whispered, his eyes shut. namjoon was taken aback. was he? oh. he was. he was there, holding jimin’s arms, his forehead pressed against his boyfriend’s and he was laughing. truly laughing, cooing at how cute jimin is. jimin stepped back a bit, freeing himself from namjoon’s gentle grasp. he opened his eyes and using his large sweater sleeves, curled his fists and his sweater into little fists, holding them up to his chest.
“boing boing,” jimin squeaked as he hopped. and he kept hopping. “boing boing, boing boing,” jimin hopped around the place, his fists still curled tight into his little makeshift paws. he grew more confident, bending his knees and jumping around the room.
namjoon watched in almost shock before he laughed so hard, he fell to the ground. he sat on the floor, gasping for air, as his newly turned bunny boyfriend bounced around him, “boing boing”-ing the entire time. namjoon ended up lying on the floor, tears of laughter falling from his eyes as jimin got more and more enthusiastic in his bouncing.
“jimin, jimin, stop,” namjoon cackled out, as he grasped at his own sides, stitches of laughter hurting his stomach.
“no, no, no,” jimin bounced his way over, his feet firmly together, “up, up, up you get.” breaking his hands out of their makeshift paw shape, he grapped namjoon’s larger hands and pulled him up. namjoon staggered to his feet, wiping his tears from laughter away.
jimin held namjoon’s hands in his own, bouncing up and down, encouraging his boyfriend to jump with him. namjoon tried to jump in time with jimin but couldn’t stop laughing, his legs genuinely weak from laughter. jimin stopped suddenly and letting go of namjoon’s hands, bounced his way to the cupboard.
namjoon hadn’t noticed but on top of their cupboard, there was another set of bunny ears.
“no, jimin! don’t you dare,” namjoon giggled and protested but at jimin’s own giggles, he willingly ducked his head to be crowned with black bunny ears to contrast with jimin’s own pink ones.
“oh! i forgot,” jimin bounced his way to another corner of the room, where a speaker sat on their living room table. he put on music – loud and bouncy music, bright and cheerful pop. turning back around to grin at namjoon through his still there blush, he began to dance wildly.
he swung his arms in every direction, jumped and span, singing as loudly as he could when he knew the words and just making noise when he didn’t.
(namjoon had sneakily taken out his phone to take a few photos of his dancing boyfriend to post on instagram later. he hadn’t posted in a week and he figured his first post back would obviously have to be jimin.)
jimin danced his way over to namjoon and namjoon easily joined in. the pair spun and bounced and twirled, as dancing as terribly as they could. for a dance student, jimin could really dance horribly when he wanted to.
they danced and danced together, laughing the entire time, holding hands. song after song passed and passed as they got more and more out of breath. eventually, namjoon had to give up and collapsed onto their couch, sweat completely staining his armpits. jimin giggled, out of breath and sweat sticking his fringe to his forehead, and attempted to pull him off the couch again.
namjoon groaned through his laughter but allowed himself to be pulled around once again. jimin led him to their kitchen, turning off the music as he passed the speakers. in the kitchen, food covered the table – cake of all namjoon’s favourite flavours, sweets of every kind, chocolate bars, biscuits and a variety of muffins, savoury and sweet. flowers and confetti littered the table as well, as well as sheets of stickers. namjoon picked up a sheet of sticker as he took a seat at the table, jimin taking the seat opposite. the stickers were all smiley faces and colourful quotes of “cheer up!”
“jimin,” namjoon sighed out, his eyes unwillingly filling up with tears, “i’m really sorry.”
jimin’s smile dropped from his face, and his hands paused from where he was sticking a smiley face on his cheek.
“why are you sorry? do you not like it? was this really stupid?” jimin bit his lip, worried and namjoon almost leapt out of his seat to comfort him.
“no! no, you’ve got it wrong, i- i love all of this. i just,” namjoon made himself stare unwaveringly into jimin’s eyes, “i’m really fucking sorry for this last week. i completely shut you out, i haven’t - i haven’t been good to you.”
a thump against the table made namjoon jump. jimin had slammed his hand against the table albeit considerably gently. anger wasn’t really his strong point.
“don’t be sorry, namjoonie, please,” jimin pleaded, “you were sad, that’s understandable. you are sad, i know, you’re allowed to be! your family were horrible to you, to us,” namjoon dropped his head in shame, “but that doesn’t matter. maybe – maybe we are wrong and they’re right, maybe this is wrong but what does it matter? we’re happy together so let’s just dance and eat and i know, i know in the end, this could all go wrong but let’s just be happy together. i love you, namjoon.”
jimin wiped his eyes with his sweaters sleeves but it was pointless as he began to sob more. namjoon stared at him, tears running down his own face. namjoon stood up so fast, the chair fell back. he almost ran to where jimin sat, falling to his knees and cradled his face in his large hands.
namjoon kissed jimin’s tears away, kissed his sweaty hair, kissed his nose, kissed his lips gently. gently once, then gently twice.
“i love you so much, park jimin,” namjoon kissed his lips again and again, punctuating each word with a kiss, salty tears falling onto his knees, “you make me so happy. you make me so fucking happy.” jimin smiled through his tears and they kissed each other again and again, briefly, softly, like a promise.
“you know,” jimin giggled quietly, “this would probably be far more romantic if we weren’t still bunny men.”
namjoon laughed back, loudly and triumphantly. jimin beamed at him, his giggles getting louder. they sniggered together, their tears fading, only happiness left.
namjoon stood up, gently pulled jimin up off the chair before he sat down himself. he bought jimin down to sit on his lap, resting his head on jimin’s shoulder, his rabbit ears nestling against jimin’s. jimin bit back his usual worries of being too heavy for namjoon - he didn’t want to ruin this with negativity.
jimin picked up a muffin and fed namjoon a bite before taking a bite himself. namjoon swallowed and kissed jimin’s neck gently.
“thank you,” namjoon mouthed into jimin’s neck.
jimin smiled to himself, his worries melting into thin air along with namjoon’s.