Greetings, my dears!

I have had such a busy time these past couple of weeks, between going places and family emergencies, I want to let myself enjoy my summer more. I truly appreciate all of your lovely comments that are left on the chapters, as well as any questions anyone might have.

Enjoy!

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Eventually, a night full of fawning over his favorite baby boy in the entire world had passed, and Seokjin yawned as the early hours of morning rolled in and the recorded livestream for Namjoon's birthday ended.

Forgetting the concrete-like daze of exhaustion his mind was in from his hard day at work, he decided on watching a couple re-runs of some of his favorite television shows at the moment.

As one of the main characters from a detective series he was bingeing on recently found another clue to solving a murder, Jin set a frown on his plump lips when his eyes glanced over to where his phone sat beside him on the opposite end of the couch.

Jimin's words from hours earlier rung in his ears and made his fingers itch with anxiety.

The device next to him seemed to glow like some extraterrestrial object when the reflection of the light coming from the television set glittered across its metallic surface.

His firm thighs suddenly gathered close to his chest as he let the blanket nearly suffocating him slip from his shoulders and fall at his sides, his eyes now fixated on the floor, biting his cheek as he thought about what to do next.

This is fucking ridiculous, how the hell am I going to send Namjoon a direct message? Seokjin thought in fury, head tilting a bit and his lip simmering into a line that was as flat as the plane of his furrowed brow. It's not like Jimin knows how much Namjoon means to me. I'm aware that he wants to shove his dick through a poster of Yoongi in a lace shirt, but he doesn't know how embarrassed I would be to find out what Namjoon would think of me, a guy, running a blog practically dedicated to him. Being the sweetheart that he is, Namjoon would probably be flattered, but I'm stressed enough with keeping up with content from him, let alone him actually knowing me. I mean, if he knew about the work I put towards him, I would most likely need to dig myself a hole for shelter from the outside world.

A sigh of frustration and anxiety left his quivering mouth as he dragged a hand through his silky dark locks, groaning as he finally grabbed his phone from the armrest.

He opened his social media app and found Namjoon's official account that he was already following, tapping a little icon that said 'send a message' in white lettering.

The action led him to a blank conversation log between him and Namjoon's usernames, his thumb wavering over his pop-up keyboard as he glared at the pixels of Namjoon's profile photo, shaking his head slowly as he set his phone down and placed a hand over his heart whilst closing his tired eyes.

Jin never liked to ignore a request, but the one coming from Jimin's throat was just too overwhelming for his little heart to endure, especially since he had gone through enough of a roller coaster during the livestream of Namjoon's birthday.

The one thing that Jin had come to terms with throughout the years of knowing RM being present in the entertainment field of career is that he could only take so much of his cuteness before he had to stop himself and go perform another activity.

Namjoon's dimples might have expressed a gentle man in love with small creatures and cuddling with plushies in bed on a Sunday evening, but he was so ultimately powerful in the way that he could make a grown man such as Seokjin actually fucking coo over his behavior.

Although he felt honestly attacked by such adorable actions, Namjoon had always kept a special place in Seokjin's heart out of all of the members of the rapper trio.

Jin woke up that following afternoon with a knock at his front door.

Being groggy from the time he had actually fallen asleep, the male slugged himself from the couch with careful steps, scrubbing his eyes as he made his way to the entrance of his home.

Opening the door with the jut of his palm, his tired eyes widened when he saw his three best friends standing in front of him with wide smiles.

"Good afternoon, hyung, it's lovely to see that you're up." Jungkook chuckled when his pupils landed on the nest of hair sitting atop the elder's scalp.

Seokjin hummed back at him, fixing his pajamas and licking his lips. "Oh, really? It doesn't feel lovely to be up."

"I bet you had fun watching the home party last night," Taehyung smirked as they all stepped inside, his hyung closing the door after them and going back to the living room to cocoon himself inside his blankets.

"You can fucking bet on that, I nearly got a cavity from how sweet Joonie was when he received the cake," Jin smiled gently, remembering the child-like grin on the boy's face.

"Did you happen to see him bend over for that game they were playing? You do love gazing at his sweet ass, after all." Jimin snorted with a wide smile, Seokjin rolling his eyes at him.

"Well, of course, Hoseok made the camera focus on that anyway. Also, why are you horny at this time of day? I just woke up, for Christ's sake, and it's my day off." A grunt came from the oldest man as he laid his head back down on the pillow.

Jungkook snickered and relaxed himself into one of the surrounding chairs, "You know him, hyung, he's gotta have his serving of meat one way or another."

"I'm sprung 24/7, you could've swore that I was a flower in the midst of Spring." Jimin bit back, slapping his own thigh with his joke.

"We are aware of that, sweetheart," Taehyung replied, crossing his arms as he leaned forward in his seat.

"And yet you fail to realize that your ass in those pants is not helping the problem one bit," Jimin shook his head in dismay, sniffing with a sigh.

"This is the only pair I had left from the laundry I have to do, what do you want from me?" The younger questioned, driving a hand through his messy locks and pressing his lips together.

Jimin groaned and looked down at his shoes, "You saved the tightest pair for last, what the fuck is wrong is with you? You know fully well that I have difficulty controlling my animalistic passion."

"Jimin, for the love of god, we know that you slip out of your garments at the snap of a finger. But that's not the point, why are you all here?" Jin asked suddenly, stretching his feet out towards the coffee table.

"We want you to send Joon a message for his birthday," Taehyung answered simply, joining his cold hands together to warm them.

Jin smiled coldly and pursed his mouth. "And I want you to go fuck yourself on a textured dildo. Do you know how much that could potentially hurt me? I mean, I would have no other choice but to crawl into a nest if he was ashamed of what I was doing."

"All that he's meaning to say is that we think it's about time for you to send a message to your idol to brighten his day. And if Taehyung doesn't get his goddamn laundry done soon, Jimin's gonna have something else other than a textured dildo shoved up his ass." Jungkook uttered, going quiet after a while and Jin couldn't help but look longingly out of the window, wishing for the couch to swallow him up then and there.

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Hi, lovelies!

We're getting some character development in. This is accidentally turning into a bit of vmin, although I love every bangtan ship haha

I hope you enjoyed reading this because I loved writing it for you

Have a lovely day/night because you always make me smile

Love you~