The snow fell relentlessly from the pitch black sky and Namjoon, who is inside his room, wonders how the hell Seokjin, Taehyung and Jungkook still have the energy to be outside playing around, throwing snowballs at each other after a whole day of work. Namjoon, who was on the verge of freezing his bits off, quickly retreated after being threatened with a giant snowball. 

They just came back from a fansign and Namjoon had been seated next to Seokjin.  

His thoughts take him back to the image of the beautiful man beside him, he was wearing a silk pink shirt that matched with the pink of his pretty lips and fully exposed his collarbones and neck. Only when Seokjin's gaze met his, he noticed that he was staring, this has happened a million times, mind you, and Namjoon always throws him a wink, loving the way Jin seems to get flustered at his shameless ways. 

 But… perhaps that's a trick of his mind and Seokjin remains unfazed, but Namjoon kind of hopes its not the later. He shakes his head at his own thoughts. It’s definitely only a trick of your mind. Namjoon tells himself. 

And who is he rooming with tonight? Seokjin of all people. 

Not that he is complaining, much on the contrary.  

He inspected the room around him, it’s a simple dorm like room, modest with a small window, that shows the lit street lamps and the falling snow, a closet, a bathroom and a bunk bed with stairs leading to the top bunk. 

Namjoon sighs as he changes into his blue pajamas, it’s pattern is little Ryan plushie heads. Yup. Hip hop is dead. 

He finds himself hoping that the hotel had magically ran out of bunk bed rooms and had only master bedrooms. 

Because of the shared warmth of course… He quickly explains himself. In this cold night sharing human heat would only be beneficial. Totally normal to think like this, only being practical. 

Sure. 

And Namjoon being the brain he is, a devilish thought crossed his mind. What if he detached the bunk’s stairs and hid them somewhere so that the top bed became inaccessible? It was way too close to the ceiling, impossible to access it without stairs. 

Namjoon rubbed his hands together, not only seeking warmth but also because of his great plan. Seokjin would have share the bottom bed with him. Taking a closer look, the wooden stairs could be easily removed, so he detached the quite heavy stairs and hurriedly hid them behind the closet. 

He smirked. Mission start. 

Namjoon lied down on the bottom bed and snuggled under the covers. He closed his eyes even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to fall sleep, the small bubbling of excitement growing inside of him prevented it. 

… 

The sound of laughter and chatter followed by a choir of “goodnight hyung” and “see you tomorrow”  indicated the presence of Jin. 

The dorm door opened and Seokjin entered. Namjoon shifted his gaze to him, he is looking as gorgeous as ever, his nose and cheeks flushed red because of the cold. 

He immediately smiled when he noticed Namjoon was still awake and looking at him, that smile that Namjoon wanted to be able to see forever, especially directed towards him. The way his lips lifted upwards. The way his eyes lit up. A smile so genuinely sweet that an unexpected warmth rushes through Namjoon every time. 

“Hello Namjoon.” Seokjin said softly. “Ahh, those kids have too much energy for me.” He added laughing. 

The state of Jin’s clothes proved that, he was covered in the white snow.“I can see that hyung.” Namjoon replied, his mouth twitching, a wide smile threatening to spill. 

Seokjin removed his long scarf and coat, shivering at the cold in that room as he walked towards the bunk bed, before noticing that something was wrong. 

“Oh... There are no stairs.” He gasped. 

“Really?” Namjoon said feigning innocence. 

“How am I supposed to get up there?” He paced across the room. “Perhaps with a chair?” 

“But hyung... That would be dangerous, don’t you think? The bunk bed is way too high” Namjoon immediately protested. 

“Then perhaps I could sleep in another room, I just don’t know if the beds are all occupied by the rest of the boys” Seokjin said already turning around making his way to go check if they really are. 

Before Namjoon grabbed his arm, the warmth of his hand spreading through Seokjin’s cold skin. 

Seokjin turned his head towards him, confused. Namjoon, flustered at his own reaction, quickly let go of him and said staring at the floor. “There’s no need to go check, there’s only two more rooms so they are no available beds.” 

Seokjin sighed. “Ah, what do I do...” 

“You could humm..” Namjoon took some time before continuing, feeling Seokjin's gaze on him. “You could sleep on my bed.” 

“But then where would you sleep? I can’t do that to yo-” 

“No, I mean...” Namjoon protested, the words sudden, tumbling out of him. “With me.” He ducked his head, fidgeting with the fabric of his clothes, a shy smile as he spoke. 

Seokjin froze, his bright eyes widening slightly in surprise. He adverted his gaze but the rosiness of his cheeks gave him away. 

“Okay.” He said simply, grinning wide. “If you don’t mind.” 

Namjoon walked back to the small bed sitting down gently on the edge of it, turning towards Seokjin again to encounter the view of his wide back. 

Namjoon emitted a small gasp, a feeling that something like a spark lit up in his belly. He subconsciously covered his mouth with his hand and quickly lied down the covers facing the wall. He faced the wall for literally five seconds before curiosity got him peeking from under the covers. 

Namjoon slid his gaze across Seokjin’s body, the lines of his body were long, taut and graceful and while he was undressing his jeans, revealing dark red boxers, he suddenly turned his head back at Namjoon. “Do you have any sweatpants and a shirt that I could sleep in? I forgot to bring my clothes they are all with the stylist.” 

Namjoon's heart accelerated. Hoping Jin hadn’t noticed his staring, he recollected his thoughts and answered. “There’s a pair of sweatpants in the drawers of that closet. The rest is with the stylist too.”  

Seokjin made his way towards the closet, bending over to open the drawer. Holy . Namjoon thought. He must be doing this on purpose. 

His hair was damp because of the rain and snow falling outside, his feet bare, wearing his sweatpants and he looks just like he belongs there. A sight that Namjoon doesn’t mind to always have in his room.  

“I guess I’ll have to sleep shirtless. But you’ll keep me warm,” Seokjin said, turning his head towards Namjoon, smiling. “Right?” 

Namjoon’s chest tightened, too flustered to say a word, his cheeks flaming red.  

In seconds his body is moulded onto Namjoon’s, sharing body heat. Seokjin is warm and his scent is comforting, he moves so that his back is against Namjoon’s chest, clasped together in a warm, slow and comfortable hug.  

Namjoon relaxed and let the happiness soak right into his bones. He closed his eyes and savoured the moment, he pursed his lips steeling himself against the wide smile that played at the corners of his lips, there couldn’t be a better ending for a long busy day. 

“Namjoon?” Seokjin whispered softly.  

“Hmm?” 

“Next time you want to sleep with me, you just have to ask.” Seokjin said, the tone of his voice indicating that he too was fighting a smile. 

Namjoon chuckled. “Okay.” He breathed, burying his head on the nape of his neck, whispering “Goodnight hyung.” He got the urge to place a soft kiss there, so he did, sending shivers down Seokjin’s spine. 

Last thing he is aware of before being plunged into the unconsciousness of sleep is his hand being lifted and placed around Jin’s waist, their breathing in unison, his chest rising and falling against his back.  

And the realization that he wants to always sleep like this.