Jimin sang the lyrics to the title song of the debut album absentmindedly as he stirred into the pot, standing in front of the stove and mimicking a part of the choreography loosely.

He hadn't noticed his boyfriend coming in, who'd initially came in to grab himself a drink to try to mend his splitting headache, but he found himself staring at Jimin instead, a soft smile sliding on his lips as his eyes detailed the man.

He was wearing Namjoon's university sweater -again- that was way too big for him and engulfed his smaller frame cutely, legs clad in black sweatpants that were synced just above his kitten slippers.

Jimin rarely looked better.

Namjoon took a few silent steps forward, both of his large hands wrapping over Jimin's shoulders and giving them a few squeezes in an attempt to release some of the tensions that had built there from all the practice and filming.

The younger leaned into his touch, his voice quieting down as only the soft boiling of the pot remained. Feeling his own muscles melt, all thought of his headache left Namjoon's mind softly.

The newly black haired man bent down slightly to place a soft kiss on the very top of Jimin's temple, just under his hairline. That made him turn around, leaving the wooden spoon in the pot and facing the older, glistening eyes looking at him from under his lashes.

"Hey." Jimin said with a soft smile, hands on the counter behind him.

"Hey." Namjoon whispered with a small smile of his own.

Neither of them spoke, simply detailing the other's face and enjoying the close proximity. But Namjoon felt his face being pulled by Jimin's inviting aura, both of his hands gently cupping the sides of his jaw, lips touching Jimin's softly.

The younger closed his eyes, tilted his chin up to press his lips harder against Namjoon's, trapping his bottom lips between his own before Namjoon kissed him back softly.

His thumbs gently stroked the side of Jimin's defined jawline slowly, making heat pool in the other's heart. One of his hands left the counter behind him to grab Namjoon's waist and pull him closer.

It had been some time since the two had gone further than a simple peck on the lips. Namjoon had been busy with editing the recordings of everyone voices on the music with Yoongi, and he never seemed in the mood, always having a worried look clouding his beautiful eyes. Jimin was happy to see Namjoon hadn't been brooding over their relationship and actually still felt desire for him. He felt wanted, he felt loved.

Namjoon didn't seem to mind, his hand traveling down JImin's chest as they both tilted their head opposite directions to further the kiss, before his fingertips creeped under his sweater.

They slowly slipped under the fabric, his cold and large hand caresing Jimin's skin. First his abdomen, than sliding over to his back and stroking it softly, pressing his hand closer for JImin's body to be completely pressed against his own.

His other hand left Jimin's jaw to slide down to Jimin's hip, before it traveled down the back of Jimin's thigh, pulling it for Jimin to raise his leg.

He did, both his feet soon leaving the floor as Namjoon held his thighs firmly, lifting him up with ease and carrying him just a few centimeters to the side to place him on the counter top, their lips never leaving each others.

Jimin gasped as Namjoon pulled his hips roughly, his body sliding closer to the edge of the counter and slamming into Namjoon's.

He smiled through the kiss, feeling Namjoon chuckle between his lips as he groped his thighs, Jimin's arms now both around Namjoon's neck. One of his hands travelled to Namjoon's hair, pulling it softly to put some distance between their faces.

Both of them were panting slighly, lips red and glossy. Namjoon's eyes were half lidded as they focused on Jimin's lips, his eyebrows furrowing sexily as Jimin licked them.

"As much as i love making out with you on this countertop, i might burn our dinner."

Namjoon snorted, blinking the lust away from his eyes and placing a last peck to Jimin's lips before backing away from the counter and letting JImin hop off, going back to where he was in front of the stove.

He turned the gas off, his hands slipping from the small button as he felt two large hands grope his ass generously.

"Yah!" He called, cheeks turning completely red as his breath caught in his throat.

But Namjoon only laughed it off, taking boals and glasses from the cupboards before taking their some chopsticks from their pot and heading to the dining room.

"I swear to god." Jimin sighed under his breath as he shook his head, wrapping his fingers around the pot's handles before bringing it to the table, going back to get some rice from the steaming rice cooker and placing it on the table.

"Have a nice meal." He said, as he sat down, Namjoon already cupping some rice into his bowl.

The older looked up, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Oh i will." He said as he winked, making Jimin blush again and shield his cute features with his hand earning a laugh from Namjoon as he reached across the table to pull it off his features.

"You're cute." Namjoon chuckled.

***

Jimin woke up in the middle of the night, rubbing his eyes slightly as they focused on Namjoon's chest that was right in front of his face.

He could feel Namjoon squeezing him really tight, probably the reason he'd woken up in the first place, mumbling things on top of his head.

Jimin believed he was still asleep from how slurred his words were, but Namjoon was trembling slightly -and it couldn't be from cold from how toasty it was under the covers with the both of them tangled into each other.

"We have nothing..." His voice ranged into unnatural tones, was he singing in his sleep? "othin... We have... nothing to... envy... to the world."

Jimin, eyes heavy with sleep, only slung his arm over Namjoons waist, stroking his back softly until he felt his body steady, no longer shaking, and his breaths even out.

A few incoherent mumbled tumbled from his lips again, but they were soon replaced by soft snores as Jimin sighed softly, snuggling his head into Namjoon's  chest and falling back asleep to the rhythm of his heart.

A/N:
so I learned a new word today and I find it absolutely beautiful so I thought i'd share it with you guys: "wistfulness"- a feeling of sadness because you are thinking about something that is impossible or in the past.