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Even after 12 years Yoongi still can’t help but smile stupidly into Seokjin’s lips when Seokjin wakes him up with his “I can’t believe I’ve put up with your ass for 12 years” kiss. His morning breath is probably disgusting but Yoongi hears no protests from Seokjin when he deepens the kiss, pulling him over so Seokjin hovers on top of him as Yoongi threads his hands through his hair.
Pulling away, Seokjin has that infuriating smirk on his face that would irritate Yoongi a whole lot more if it was any other day. “Happy anniversary babe,” he says, leaning over the side of their bed to grab his gift for Seokjin.
They were celebrating their fifth anniversary as a married couple that day. A lot had happened in the last four years. They had moved into a larger apartment and despite Yoongi’s initial hesitation had adopted two fur babies. Seokjin brought back Jjanggu randomly one evening without so much as a heads up text to Yoongi. It took Yoongi a few days to warm up to their new addition to the family but after waking up from a nap on the couch to find Jjangu cuddled into his side all of Yoongi’s initial hesitation wafted into the air.
Holly’s addition to the family was much smoother. One of Yoongi’s coworker’s dog had just had a litter so when Yoongi stopped by one afternoon and his coworker asked if he wanted to meet the babies Yoongi couldn’t say no. He had no intentions to bring home a new puppy but when one of the little fluff balls climbed into his lap, something inside his heart snapped and he left their house with Holly in one arm and the big stack of files in the other.
Yoongi walked into their apartment that evening with Holly in hand and simply placed him on Seokjin’s lap. “Who’s this?” Seokjin asked skeptically. “Your new son,” Yoongi answered matter-of-factly with a half shrug and the discussion ended with an amused scoff from Seokjin.
Besides that one week Seokjin had gotten so passive aggressively jealous over one of Yoongi’s new friends that culminated to a massive fight (which in turn led to another week of Seokjin groveling to make it up to Yoongi) the couple had lived in relative peace. All other disagreements and disputes far too childish to cause any damage to the foundation to their relationship. They bickered but they did it with love so there was never anything difficult about their relationship.
Between Seokjin fussing over what to wear for the day and Yoongi overcooking their breakfast it was like any other day. They had exchanged gifts earlier but they had no other real plans. They decided ages ago that if their anniversary landed on a weekend they’d bother doing something more special than gift exchange or special meal but since it was a work day this time around they would settle in for a usual easy movie night in with double extra butter popcorn and a bottle of wine.
That evening when Yoongi gets home he expects Seokjin to have picked out some thriller or horror movie to watch (“We can’t watch a romance movie on our anniversary, Yoongi! We’re supposed to be the happy couple tonight!” he clamored on when Yoongi questioned his movie pick the first time he chose a graphic genre for their anniversary movie night). Yoongi doesn’t really know how to react when he sees the DVD from their wedding loaded up on their TV. He places the take-out fried chicken Seokjin had texted him to pick up on the coffee table next to the expensive champagne Seokjin likes to keep on hand for special occasions.
“Seokjin?” Yoongi calls through their apartment and is answered immediately with the sound of rustling coming from somewhere in their apartment followed by the unmistakable patter of Jjanggu and Holly’s nails running on the hardwood.
Yoongi bends down to greet his two overly excited furbabies and the three are met moments later by Seokjin who was already in his pajamas and ready for their lazy evening in. Standing back up, Yoongi doesn’t even get a moment to compose himself before Seokjin swoops down for a kiss. Yoongi feels hands wrap around his waist and pull him forward and he instinctively wraps his arms around his husbands neck and pushes himself up on his toes. A lifetime ago Yoongi was embarrassed about how he melted whenever Seokjin kissed him like this but Seokjin has always been so brazenly obvious about how much he liked having Yoongi in his arms that Yoongi stopped feeling so self conscious about being so needy.
“Hey,” Seokjin murmurs once they pull apart but tightens his grip on Yoongi’s hips to keep him from moving away. Yoongi hums in response but suddenly remembers their wedding DVD.
“Where the hell did you even find that thing?” Yoongi asks, motioning at the TV. The menu image was a photo of them posing with their marriage certificate. When Seokjin proposed they had decided to just go into city hall and sign the papers but Yoongi knew that he was just doing that to make him happy. He recruited his and Seokjin’s mothers to help him plan a surprise wedding, nothing big of course. But since they were actually going to do this getting married thing Yoongi figured they’d give in to tradition and actually have a wedding. Seokjin’s mother is probably the worse person at keeping surprises secret so when she unintentionally let it slip Seokjin took over all the details and Yoongi’s small wedding got a bit more out of hand than he had hoped. Still nothing major but definitely bigger than just a backyard thing he had been picturing.
Seokjin asked Jungkook to be their videographer and he put together the whole thing. He did a great job with the editing but they’ve only seen it once years ago. They didn’t even make it to the end since Yoongi got bored halfway through and just straddled Seokjin’s lap and started making out with him instead. Yoongi hadn’t seen the DVD since then.
“It was in the box titled ‘sentimental shit’ we stuffed in a corner of the hall closet when we moved in,” Seokjin says, letting Yoongi go and walking over to bend down next to the box sitting next to their coffee table that he missed when he walked in. Yoongi remembers that box since he was the one that titled it but he just thought it was filled with photo albums and stuff from their childhoods. “Look what else I found in here!” Seokjin says, pulling out one of Yoongi’s old composition books.
He had most of his other ones stored in his office but that specific one held the notes for the song Yoongi composed for Seokjin for their wedding day. Yoongi gave Seokjin two sets of vows that day: the ones he declared at the altar for the world to hear and the ones he gave Seokjin later that day in private through song. They were all the promises he only wanted Seokjin to hear and even though Yoongi was half mortified to sing them to him, both due to it being an overly mushy gesture and because he’s not the most confident in his singing voice, he left Seokjin speechless… a feat Yoongi can count on one hand how many times he’s been able to do.
“I totally forgot about this thing,” Yoongi grins while he flips through the pages. He agonized about that song for weeks and can’t help but laugh at all the crossed out passages he scribbled over in frustration. “Oh my god! I can’t believe I wrote some of this shit,” he said far too amused going through the thoughts of his past self. “Fuck, I was whipped for you. It’s honestly kind of gross.”
“Oh, please! You still totally are!” Seokjin mocked. He had settled in on the couch already. “You still creepily stare at my ass all the time! In public too! Where people can see you being a creep, Yoongi!”
“ Hey ,” Yoongi interjected. “Me perving on your ass is not the same as being the lovesick puppy who ‘vows to love you even when I hate you. What even is that? I think I stole that from Grey’s Anatomy. ” Yoongi was still far too engrossed in his composition notebook he didn’t realize Seokjin was staring at him.
“Maybe.” Seokjin sighed. Holly had hopped up on the couch and curled up next to him. “But you have kept that vow though.”
Yoongi looked up at his husband who was looking at him with those stupid stars in his eyes he got whenever he was trying to be gentle and makes Yoongi blush. “Go change so we can watch this thing,” he says after a minute. Yoongi didn’t bother hiding the smile that had creeped onto his face.
Seokjin had already popped the bottle of champagne and was on his second piece of chicken when Yoongi came back, pajama’d-up and ready for the sap fest of corny vows and intoxicated speeches. There was nothing truly extraordinary about their wedding. It was a basic ‘obligatory-romcom-ending-scene-cookie-cutter’ wedding and while it was still one of Yoongi’s most emotionally charged days of his life he didn’t look back on it often. His actual marriage to Seokjin is what he treasured but still it’s been more or less five years since they’ve watched the DVD so an evening of good old fashioned nostalgia is probably overdue. Yoongi also figures it’s time Seokjin find out the truth so either way he’s in for an interesting evening.
The opening photoshoot montage makes Yoongi laugh. Seokjin was a natural in front of the camera and looked great... Yoongi on the other hand was overly posed and his forced smile made him look sort of like a scarecrow. “We look like a puppet and ventriloquist,” Yoongi says, amused more by Seokjin’s laugh than the actual photos.
The first half of the DVD is pretty boring. Their wedding ceremony was lovely but honestly it did drag on too long. Seokjin curls into Yoongi’s chest with a hum when they start reciting their vows. “I wish we had gotten your real vows on video,” Seokjin says, adjusting his head so he’s looking up at Yoongi.
“No way. Those were only meant for you,” Yoongi half heartedly protests. Seokjin doesn’t press further and merely presses a kiss to the base of Yoongi’s jaw, curling back further into Yoongi’s chest.
Their reception is a cringefest. Last time they didn’t make it to the reception part before Yoongi got impatient. Oddly enough Yoongi had somehow repressed most of what happened. Their mom’s a crying mess, both their dad’s drunk off their ass, and can’t forget to give honorable mention to the “what you’d like to say to the happy couple” clips that Jungkook got from all their friends and family with various crude innuendos about their wedding night.
The rest of the DVD is uneventful by comparison. A lot of dancing and half drunk speeches from random friends and family members. Overall it was an average wedding day. Nothing too spectacular but Yoongi has to admit that even he enjoyed looking back at it.
It was a lovely evening but Yoongi is a little disappointed. Jungkook, that brat, added a credits section where he credited himself for everything. Yoongi opted to skip that part and started clearing the mess off their coffee table and heading to the kitchen to drop off their dirty dishes in the sink.
When he comes back into the living room he’s met with a slack jawed Seokjin, eyes widened and his finger on the pause button. “You look like you just saw a ghost,” Yoongi says, far more amused over his husband’s state to immediately look at what caused it.
“What the fuck?” Seokjin curses under his breath. Yoongi gives him a look and turns to the TV. He feels laughter bubble up in the back of his throat but holds it back. He wants to see what Seokjin has to say still.
“Yoongi,” Seokjin says after a beat. “What day is it today?”
Yoongi can’t help a smile, “the 16th.” He bites his tongue again.
Seokjin looks as if his entire world has been a lie. He can’t take his eye off the TV screen. It was a shot of them at the altar sharing their first kiss as a married couple with the words “Congratulations Seokjin and Yoongi. Married on November 15th, 2017” displayed.
Yoongi can’t contain his laughter any longer and busts out laughing much harder than he intended. This moment has been five years in the making and Yoongi was savoring every second of it. “I can’t believe it took so long. “
Seokjin snaps his head back from the TV to look at Yoongi. “ You knew? ” he asks, betrayal dripping from his words. Yoongi’s still smiling, far too amused by his husbands revelation. “You knew all this time and you never bothered to tell me?”
Seokjin was getting pinker and pinker by the second, he was at a loss for words and Yoongi could see he was about to pop. “Babe, deep breaths,” he reminds him. If looks could kill, Yoongi would be dead on the floor from the glare Seokjin was giving him.
“So let me get this straight,” Seokjin began again, “for the last four years…. You’ve just let me believe our anniversary was on the 16th?” Seokjin’s still fuming and Yoongi’s finding it harder to keep his laughter in. “Why?” he asks, this time narrowing his gaze on Yoongi.
Instead of responding right away, Yoongi presses himself against Seokjin and pushes himself on his toes to give a quick kiss to calm him down even just a little. “Do you remember our fourth anniversary?” Yoongi asks coyly.
“What the hell does that have to do with anything Yoongi?” Seokjin snaps and tries to push Yoongi off but he stays resolute. Seokjin looks annoyed but doesn’t move to get Yoongi off him again.
Seokjin was a stickler for dates and Yoongi knew he’d be horrified to find out he’s been wrong all these years. He had been preparing for the pushback but in all honesty Yoongi hadn’t expected Seokjin to take this long to figure it out. The longer it dragged out the bigger of a deal it was going to be so Yoongi was expecting fireworks and fire.
“Babe, think hard about our fourth anniversary?” Yoongi tells him. Seokjin furrows his brows as he tried to piece together what that meant.
“So...” Seokjin starts, still putting together what was going on. “For the last five years of our marriage… you just let me go on believing that our anniversary was on the 16th because… you’re a petty asshole?”
Yoongi rolls his eyes. Seokjin still wasn’t getting it.
Seokjin was getting even more frustrated and pushed Yoongi off him, reaching for his champagne glass and downing the rest of it.
“Babe,” Yoongi tries again, “ I forgot our fourth anniversary and you were such a dick about it for the next three years. Ring any bells?”
“THIS IS A REVENGE PRANK?” Seokjin yells indignantly. He’s bright pink and Yoongi’s pretty sure he sees fumes coming out of his ears. “Min Yoongi, tell me you’re not so petty to let me go on believing our anniversary was on the wrong day for five years?”
“Wish I could,” Yoongi says with a little shrug. His shit-eating grin only annoying Seokjin more. “But hey! It’s not all my fault! You’re the one that got the date wrong. And need I remind you that you were so passive agressive about me forgetting our anniversary.”
“But I didn’t forget , Yoongi. I just… must’ve put the wrong date in my calendar.” Seokjin’s reduced to a pouting mess. He pours himself another glass of champagne and the red in his cheeks starts going down.
“You’re such an asshole,” Seokjin says after a beat. “ I forgave you after three years. I haven’t reminded you once after we got married.” He’s almost sheepish it’s then that Yoongi starts to feel a little guilty.
“You know,” Yoongi says, taking a seat next to Seokjin on the couch, “I was so pissed at you.” Seokjin raises a brow. “That first anniversary. I thought you had forgotten altogether. I waited the whole day for you to remember. I was fuming when you came home late from dinner with your brother and still hadn’t remembered what day it was.”
“Why didn’t you tell me then? Why keep up this lie for so long?”
“You said it yourself, I’m a petty asshole,” Yoongi says, it pulls the slightest smile out of Seokjin.
“I can’t believe you.”
“I love you, you know that right?”
Yoongi didn’t expect Seokjin to kiss him just then but he pushes further into him. Seokjin pulls back with a huff, “It’s been 12 years now…. 12 years of putting up with your bullshit. I deserve a medal. At least a plaque.”
Yoongi hadn’t expected Seokjin to forgive him so soon. He had planned on having to grovel for a bit. Even at his worst and most annoying Seokjin always gives into Yoongi.
“12 years.” Yoongi intertwines his fingers into Seokjin’s. He places a soft kiss at the top of his hand and looks Seokjin in the eyes. He was still a little pink. Yoongi liked looking at him when he’s like this. Stripped of his defenses, allowing Yoongi to see him at his weakest. “Here’s to many more.”
“Yeah, yeah…many more to come where I can get you back for this humiliation,” Seokjin adds.
“Fair enough.”
END