If there is only one thing Park Jimin could choose to be his favorite thing in the world, it would be holding Kim Namjoon's hands. Namjoon has large hands which Jimin can fit his whole palm in; arms lean enough that Jimin loves running his hand along it - though not as muscular as his, obviously, but still, Jimin loves it nonetheless; and fingers so long, thin and beautiful when compared to Jimin's own short and stubby ones.
Park Jimin simply loves holding Kim Namjoon's hands.
Despite what he loves about it, he has never told the older as much. Because how could he? Namjoon sees him only as a friend, a younger brother probably, but never more. Despite how Namjoon takes his breath away when he smiles, dimples out for the whole world to see, eyes growing into slits as he laugh, Jimin knows Namjoon only cares for him like how he cares for the other members.
Jimin just knows..
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"Jimin. Park Jimin. Earth to Jiminie."
Namjoon snaps his fingers in front of the younger's face after seeing him staring into the distance (which is nothing, really. Jimin is just staring at the mirror in their practice studio, probably deep into his own eyes, which is weird, because who does that, but apparently one Park Jimin does).
Jimin blinks, and his eyes refocusing on Namjoon's face in front of him.
"Hyung!"
"Yes, Jiminie. What were you thinking about?"
"Nothing."
Namjoon raises one eyebrow. "Sure," he says slowly, nodding. "Anyway, everyone's going out for dinner later. Are you coming with?" Namjoon jerks his head towards the other members who are gathering their stuffs to go back to their dorm after a long day of schedule and practice.
"Of course! I'm so hungry I need food like ASAP," Jimin groans. His stomach rumbles right on cue, as if agreeing with its owner.
Namjoon smirks as he holds out on hand to Jimin. Jimin's eyes widen, mind going back to his reverie earlier. Namjoon's large palms right in front of him, Namjoon himself offering it like it's the most normal thing in the world.
Of course it's the most normal thing in the world. People do it all the time. He's just helping you up. What else is there to be about? Pfft. Jimin chides himself silently in his head.
"Jimiin," Namjoon singsongs his name, wiggling his fingers.
Jimin has been staring at his hand and he genuinely wonders if he has dirt under his nails or a bruise from where he fell from his bed this morning or maybe a cut he doesn't realize he got from helping Seokjin in the kitchen yesterday (he swears he didn't chop anything! He was just standing there looking while Seokjin cooked) or something.
Something, Namjoon thinks.
Jimin blinks again and this time a slight blush tints his cheeks. He smiles brightly at Namjoon, reaching for his hand and Namjoon pulls him up. All at once everything suddenly becomes a blur of motion as Jimin's foot catches on his shoe lace and he stumbles, Namjoon's reflex acting fast as he opens his arms, just in time for Jimin to fall into him. It would have been on the edge of embarrassing if he had shrieked loudly, but as it is, Jimin lets out a monotonous "Ack!" while Namjoon grunts as Jimin's weight crushes him into the hardwood floor.
The others turn back at the sound of the commotion, Seokjin already halfway towards them. Jungkook comes over, too, cackling loudly.
"Are you guys okay?" Seokjin asks while helping Jimin up.
(Jungkook is still laughing loudly, hitting his thighs as he doubles over.)
"Yeah, I'm fine," Jimin answers, the tips of his ears a light shade of red.
