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Namjoon had always been fascinated by Jin's fingers. From the way Jin-hyung plays his guitar to how those digits would dance across the ivory keys. Joon feels a touch of nostalgia as he remembers looking so intently at those fingers holding a knife or a spatula when Jin busied himself in the kitchen making the boys a homecooked meal during their rookie days. Namjoon has also, on more than one occassion, gotten distracted during practice when he would stare at how Jin-hyung holds the mic, imagining what other long and cylindrical object would fit well in Jin's hand.
Of course he had other reasons to be distracted by Jin during a performance, but that is besides the point.
Joon also loved the way Jin’s hands felt in his. He would take a giddy pleasure when he could hold Jin’s hand during challenges and when Jin would instinctively reach out to Joon for a celebratory shake. Namjoon would also seek Jin’s hand when they do their final bow after performances, twining their fingers together and feeling so thankful, having Jin close as he felt full of love, surrounded by the rest of Bangtan and ARMY.
On rare, quiet moments, when they don’t have to be anywhere in particular, Namjoon has also spent some time holding one of Jin’s hand in his, bringing it up to his face as he runs the fingers of his other hand over the ridges and curves of Jin’s, trying to memorize all of Jin by sight and touch. During this particular moment, Jin playfully flicked Joon’s nose when Namjoon had been too lost in thought, holding Jin’s hand too close to his face.
Jin softly chuckled as Joon pouted, pulling Joon closer so they pressed closer together on the sofa.
“What are you thinking about, Namjoon-ah?” Jin asked as he ran his own fingers over Joon’s hand, tenderly caressing the back of Joon’s hand with his thumb.
“Just imagining how a ring would look on your pretty fingers, Hyung.” Joon said.
“I wear rings sometimes. I think there are some pictures online if you really want to satisfy your curiosity.” Jin answered playfully and would have reached for his phone had Namjoon not held his hand firmly between them.
“You know what I mean, Hyung.” Joon said with a sigh, tapping the base of Jin’s left ring finger.
Jin smiled apologetically. “You and I both know-“
“We can’t. Not yet. I know, Jin.” Namjoon said with a sad look in his eyes.
Jin took one hand back to touch a spot on his chest where Namjoon knew Jin kept a simple platinum ring on a chain around his neck, that matches the one Joon had around his own neck.
“Not yet,” Jin said softly, before reaching out, fingers threading into Joon’s hair, to pull Joon into a kiss, that sweetly promised ‘but someday soon’ better than words could.