Please read the end note. It is important.

Also. I'm sorry the update was so small. I'll update soon with a followup though.

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It was awkward. It wasn't romantic and Namjoon didn't feel like he was sleeping on a bed of roses and was floating on cloud nine. Sleeping next to Seokjin and Miho on his too small bed was very, very, painfully awkward.

Lying on the edge of his bed to keep a 'respectable distance' from the two, Namjoon lay wide awake staring at the sleeping figure of Seokjin lying close to the wall cuddling a body pillow; Miho lying between them. The younger male gulped as he watched the elder's chest rise and fall rhythmically, the little girl next to him, fast asleep like her uncle. Well, one of her uncles.

Huffing a sigh, Namjoon decided that sleep was not meant for him. He sat up noiselessly on the mattress ruffling his hair as he stared at the girl. Miho had her hands up near her head in tight fists and was open. Namjoon couldn't help but let a smile grace his lips. With shaking fingers, he moved his hand to try and touch her. But, just as his fingers barely grazed the soft skin of her cheeks, Seokjin made grunted in his sleep before opening his eyes.

The sleep and confusion in Seokjin's eyes were staring back at Namjoon as Seokjin tried to make sense of where he was. Or more importantly who he was sleeping with. Looking fairly unperturbed, he rubbed his knuckles in his eyes, sitting up as well. "Couldn't sleep? Was I snoring or something?"

And it was just wrong, especially because his niece was lying next to him. And Namjoon was well aware of how many times he would burn in hell for starting to have a lying next to a less than a month old infant. But seriously? Kim Seokjin's bed voice was just... Namjoon's still searching up the dictionaries for a proper word, okay?

"N- No. I- I... W- Wa... Ba- Chi- K-" Basically, Namjoon had turned into a broken record with not an ounce of meaning. "San- Ji- Ji- Ji- Wi-"

The elder frowned as he leaned over the girl's sleeping form and placed a warm hand (it was the perfect temperature for a , Namjoon would like everyone to know) over the younger's forehead. His face dangerously close to Namjoon's, lips swollen due to sleep. Eyes half-lidden and concern in his voice. Seokjin looked sinful in the moonlight that shone through the window.

"You should go back to sleep, Joon-ah." Seokjin cupped the man's cheeks and patted it a few times. "Is it because of Miho?" Namjoon chose not to speak and just nodded in response. He couldn't exactly say 'I'm because of you', right? The elder nodded back in understanding, brushing a few locks away from the male's eyes. "I have an idea." And with that, he was already moving out of bed. Gesturing Namjoon to stay put when the younger man made to move.

Namjoon stayed back as Seokjin exited the bedroom. As soon as the man closed the door behind his back, Namjoon fell into his mattress with a sigh of... relief. He brought his hand up to brush the very spot Seokjin had just caressed and he couldn't help but giggle. The man did ponder over the fact that they hadn't even been living together for three weeks, but Seokjin was already referring to him as 'Joon-ah' and was so free with him. Something in his gut told him he rather liked the man's openess.

Turning to his side, Namjoon watched his niece sigh gently and he didn't know what compelled him to do it, but the man found himself bringing his index finger up to trace the chubby flab of his niece's cheeks. And when the girl leaned into his palm, he couldn't help but smile.

The moment broke, however, when Seokjin opened the door once again. He was pulling a few blankets and a thick mattress behind him. Namjoon quickly got to his feet and helped the man with the bedding, setting the pillows and mattress on the ground next to the bed.

"Let me sleep here," Seokjin started and when Namjoon made to refuse, he waved his hands away. "Just make sure Miho is not on the corner. Trust me, I'm fine sleeping here."

Namjoon shook his head vehemently at the man's words. "No way, Hyung, you take the bed. I'll sleep on the floor."

Seokjin chuckled deeply, the sound resonating in every one of Namjoon's veins, and settled in the mattress before Namjoon could. Propping his pillow on the wall and sitting up with the blankets pooled around him. "Don't go back on what you said, Joon-ah." He teased, smiling.

Namjoon raised an eye at the man and sat back down beside him on the huge mattress. Pulling his knees to his chest, the slightly tal