Hi again. Well done if you've gotten this far, I appreciate your perseverance. The last ship left for this AU is Namjin. I ship this less than the others, so the story isn't as good, but I'm planning to write some other stories with some more ships because I feel like I skipped JHope out of this. So enjoy.

For the purposes of closure and continuing the storyline, Jimin and Yoongi did get together between the last story and this one.

Jin was tired. Really tired All he wanted was a hot bath and about 15 hours of sleep. He knew he would never get it because Taehyung existed, but he wanted to cherish the silence while it lasted.

He had spent the last 31 hours awake, which was a new personal best for him. He had spent most of it in the studio down the street practising and practising and practising. He knew his vocals weren't as good as the others' but he'd be damned if he didn't at least try to catch up. Hell, he wrote a whole song about that.

When he got back to the dorm, it was nearly midnight and everyone was asleep for the first time in weeks. Since half the group had coupled up, they were spending most of their breaks in each other's rooms. Namjoon, Hoseok and Jin were the only single ones left.

Jin smiled when he remembered when Yoongi finally admitted that he was dating Jimin. It was a good day for all three of them; Yoongi and Jimin spent all day locked in Jimin's room and Jin went shopping with all his newly earned money.

As the hot water slowly filled up the bathtub, Jin found himself reflecting on how the group dynamic was almost exactly the same. They were all so close that romantic connections didn't make much difference.

The steaming water enveloped and relaxed Jin's fatigued body. He listened to the sounds of the building around him: the whir of the air conditioner, the soft sound of Jungkook singing in his sleep, the gentle splash of the water around him, lulling him into a tranquil sleep state.

He was ever so tired after all

************************************************************************************************************************************He awoke with a start. He tried to breathe but he choked, causing a surprising amount of water to spill out from his lungs and onto the floor. What the hell?

He was lying on the floor of the bathroom in a puddle of water drained from his hair and body. He had a towel around his waist and another towel was folded behind his neck, supporting his head like a pillow. He had fallen asleep in the bath, essentially drowning himself. Someone must've rescued him, but who?

He was about to leave the room when he spied a handwritten note on the sink addressed to him. He opened it and read: Be careful, hyung. I can't save you every time. I'll try though. I love you.

Jin walked back to his room with a head full of thoughts, intending to muse some more on the mysterious note, but he was asleep by the time his head hit the pillow.

In his dream, he was falling. This wasn't unusual, he was usually falling in his dreams. That was probably significant on some weird, subconscious level, but Jin couldn't be bothered to find out what it was. He landed unharmed, as is the way in dreams. Namjoon helped him to his feet. He was usually in Jin's dreams as well. That was probably a little bit more significant and maybe not so subconscious.

They say you can't smell anything in dreams, but Jin swore he could taste Namjoon's scent – citrus with a hint of something more flowery. They didn't stop holding hands as they walked down a long road with the sun behind them, casting swirling silhouettes ahead.

Jin was faintly aware of his name being called, but he ignored it. He wanted to stay here in this dream, this moment forever. The whole world was ahead of him and Namjoon was by his side. Suddenly, something dark began running towards him and pounced.

Jin was jolted awake by Tae leaping on top of him and shouting. Jin rolled over in bed and tried to ignore the 21-year-old child. But goddammit he was persistent. It didn't help that Hoseok was laughing in the doorway. Jin cracked.

He forcefully sat up, pushing Tae off his bed and onto the floor and yelled,

"What is it, Taehyung?!"

Tae showed his crooked grin and just said "…hi," before sprinting out of the room with Hoseok.

Jin sat back and reflected on his dream. It had been perfect until Tae decided to intrude. He wasn't entirely sure if he liked Namjoon like that. All he knew was that being brothers wasn't enough for him.

All of a sudden, he remembered the note and his experience last night. He grabbed the note off his floor, praying that Tae hadn't seen it. Hell, he might have written it. He examined it frantically for clues.

The writer had called him hyung, but he was the oldest, it could still be anyone. He knew Jimin wouldn't dare leave Yoongi, especially at night, and vice versa. Tae was very awake and it was only 8 am so he must have been asleep by midnight along with Jungkook since they didn't do anything separately anymore.

That narrowed it down to Hoseok and Namjoon. Was Hoseok checking in on him this morning? Or was he just chaperoning Tae?

But the note said I love you. Did that mean as a brother? Or something more? It was hard to tell from writing, but it still didn't feel like a platonic phrase.

Jin decided that it would be easier to tell if he actually got up and interacted with his dongsaengs. He got dressed in fresh clothes which comforted his hot skin and left his bedroom. He was confronted with laughter that was loud, but so joyous it was heart-warming. When the owner of the giggles saw Jin, he exclaimed,

"Jin-hyung! Hobi made us pancakes!" It was Jungkook, of course, still in his pyjamas and entangled with Tae on the couch. They were trying to throw bits of pancake into each other's mouths and Jin felt faintly jealous.

Hoseok looked up and smiled a sweet smile.

"You slept really late and Tae was hungry, so I just shut him up a bit. But of course you can't leave the precious golden maknae out of anything, so I made some for him too." His facial expression changed to slightly concerned, "Do you want some? You seemed really out of it this morning."

Jin didn't respond. He was too busy analysing every part of Hoseok's sentences for clues. The only thing left to ask was,

"Has anyone seen Namjoon?" The answer surprised him.

"No, he's been in his studio since, like, midnight."

Jin calmly walked back to his room, not bothering to excuse himself. If Namjoon was out at midnight, he couldn't have saved Jin from drowning. So it was Hoseok. The one he didn't have a crush on.

He tried to stop himself from screaming into his pillow. Tae and Jungkook had been so easy. They liked each other and that was that. Even Yoongi and Jimin had been relatively simple after sorting out some complications. But Jin knew he would never love Hoseok except as a brother. And he would never say the same Namjoon.

He had to tell him. Namjoon was his closest friend and he deserved to know everything whether it killed him or not. When evening fell, Namjoon had still not returned. Jin decided to excuse himself as casually as possible, but practically ran out of the door.

It was strangely cold outside. Jin could see how erratic his breath was. His mind was racing with every scenario possible. Everything he could say and everything said to him in return.

Stop it, he thought. You're just telling him what's on your mind. It's nothing you haven't done a thousand times before. And yet his hand was still shaking as he turned the door handle to Namjoon's studio.

He found Namjoon sitting with his head in his hands, thinking hard. The room was small and messy and filled with bits of paper. He had been writing or trying to.

He started at the sound of the door shutting, spinning round in his chair, but relaxed when he saw that it was just his friend.

"What's wrong?" he asked groggily, confusing Jin.

"I didn't say anything was wrong."

"Your eyes did," he replied, involuntarily making Jin's heart skip a beat. He repeated, "What's wrong?"

Jin sat down, sighed, and let everything out.

"Last night, I nearly drowned in the bath. I didn't mean to; I just sort of fell asleep. When I woke up, I was fine, but there was a note on the sink saying I love you so I tried to figure out who it was from, but…"

Jin wasn't focusing on his words anymore. Just on Namjoon. The way his brow was creased with concern, the way his breathing gently undulated his chest and shoulders.

Somehow, Jin managed to say,

"…I think it was Hoseok." He paused for breath and watched as Namjoon broke eye contact and smiled. It was a beautiful smile if a confusing one.

"What?" Jin asked.

Namjoon locked him into a deep stare. Before he knew it, Namjoon's lips were on his and Jin's heart nearly exploded. It was only a small peck, but it felt like an eternity. Namjoon pulled away and chuckled at the dumbfounded expression on his hyung's face.

"You, Kim Seokjin, are an idiot. A hot idiot, but an idiot nonetheless"

And everything fell into place. The scraps of Namjoon's handwriting littering the floor, the consistently held eye contact, his dream, the kiss…

Jin just about had time to groan in realisation before Namjoon pulled him in again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more passionate. Jin slipped his tongue bravely into his lover's mouth and soon the two were fighting for dominance. Making out with Namjoon was rougher than expected, but they were both so hungry for each other, so starved of each other's love.

Namjoon broke the kiss and whispered huskily into Jin's ear,

"You wanna go back to my place?"

When Namjoon woke the next morning, Jin was gone. He had probably left early so as not to raise suspicion. The memories of last night were ringing in his mind: the ferocity, the heat, the feeling of Jin's body under his own. It was amazing. He pulled on some clothes and left the room to see that Yoongi, Jimin, Hoseok and Jin were awake in the living room.

He looked at Jin and blushed slightly, but so did the other. Jin greeted him.

"Morning! I'm sorry there's no breakfast, we don't have any eggs," he said.

"That's okay! I'll get some!" Jimin volunteered, opening his wallet. He frowned. "Okay, I'm missing about 30000 won, did anyone raid my wallet last night?"

Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok also reached for their wallets to discover the same amount of cash had disappeared.

"What the hell?" Jin exclaimed, really confused and a little bit pissed off, "Who took our money? And why?"

Yoongi took a brand new pair of expensive-looking sunglasses and put them on.

"You guys need to fuck quieter." He looked to Namjoon and then to Jin, then casually stood up and sauntered out of the room.

Jimin and Hoseok slowly turned their heads towards the pair. Jimin looked like he had just discovered a unicorn.

"Oh. My. God. There is no way you guys are dating!" Neither said anything or made eye contact with anyone, causing Jimin to squeal and skip into Tae's bedroom, from which more high pitched sounds emanated

Hoseok smiled in disbelief. "It's a hell of a coincidence that all six of you are gay, but that you all coupled up perfectly is a freaking miracle."

Jin smiled at Namjoon. "Yeah. I guess it is."

That could've been so much more detailed, but I went back to school today and I was so dead but that concludes this fic. Review and tell me if you loved it or hated it and I'll probably listen because I got nothing else going on atm.

Cya