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Once upon a time, Namjoon thought that being with his soulmate will solve all the problems he had in life.
From the loneliness to the stress, he thought his soulmate would be like his own knight in shining armor, ready to whisk him away from all the evil and troubles in this world.
Until one day, Namjoon stopped and realized that wait a minute, I’m not a damsel in distress.
Actually, he didn’t just realize that one morning. It was a slow and tedious process of realization and self-love, but Namjoon got there nonetheless.
Like now. There’s so many things in his life that changed ever since he started dating Jungkook, and Namjoon sometimes wonders why he didn’t allow himself to experience this sooner.
“It’s okay,” Jungkook teased him, poking his dimple as they gobbed down their cotton candy stick during their third date. “Your stubbornness was part of what I liked about you.”
“Don’t tell me that you ‘like a challenge’?” Namjoon snorted with air quotes as they walked around the theme park. They were too old to be here, but Jungkook mentioned that he had always dreamt of having an ultimate cliché date with his soulmate. Namjoon was too weak to deny him of anything he wanted.
“No,” Jungkook laughs, shyly wrapping an arm around Namjoon's waist. “I think I just like a lot of things about you.”
It’s so corny, but Namjoon still blushes like a teenager. “You’re such a sap.”
Jungkook giggles again, poking Namjoon’s other dimple. “But you like me anyways.”
And that’s when Namjoon understands that yes, he too liked a lot of things about Jungkook. That includes his sappiness and the way his eyes crinkled when he giggled at him like an angel. It all made sense.
Namjoon wouldn’t change him for the world.
But like any other person in this world, there are some things they also don’t like about each other. Jungkook didn’t like the way Namjoon shut off when he was feeling too much, choosing to shut him out instead of sharing his burden. Namjoon also didn’t like how nosy Jungkook was sometimes, the younger man forgetting that while they were now together, they still had their own personal boundaries.
Admittedly, there had been several bumps as they navigated their relationship, but both Namjoon and Jungkook sure as hell tried their best to pass through them together.
Because at the end of the day, nothing and nobody was perfect, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth it.
Jungkook wishes he could say that they took it slow, too. He wishes he could tell their future children that he indeed completed all levels of courtship, starting from asking Namjoon’s parent’s permission to be with their beloved son, to the fact that they went on twenty seven dates before he even managed to kiss Namjoon’s lips.
But unfortunately, he was admittedly too weak for deep dimples and for boys whom he had matching moles with. We’re such soulmates.
It only took them two dates (the second one where Jungkook got back at him, appearing in Namjoon’s apartment fifteen whooping minutes before their movie date, because he was competitive like that) for Jungkook and Namjoon to share their first kiss.
Some might liken their rushedness to impatience, but for Jungkook and Namjoon, they’ve already wasted five years by staying away from each other. They can have this.
So before Jungkook dropped Namjoon off of his apartment complex, the young writer tilts his body from the front seat, cupping Jungkook’s face gently before allowing their lips to meet in a long overdue kiss.
It was at that very moment that Namjoon confirmed that fairy tales weren’t real, because if it did, then how can such a magical kiss exist in reality instead?
It’s so, so wonderful.
It was inherently safe to say then that things only escalated from there. After their third date, they had a full on make out session in Namjoon’s apartment when he asked the younger man to stay a little longer. Somewhere between their fourth and fifth date, Namjoon and Jungkook had a small quarrel, but they both made up before the day ended, because Jungkook hated going to bed angry. It was their first time spending a night together, just cuddling in bed.
Sometimes, they’d get a little frisky too. Jungkook might find himself on his knees at random moments, and Namjoon might find his fingers wandering somewhere here and there during those days he decides to be brave. But neither of them were ready to go all the way just yet.
They still needed to tick off a few things before they bared themselves completely into that level of intimacy.
First, they needed to establish trust. They learnt a lot of things about each other in their past two months, more than all the things they’ve learnt about one another for the past five years. It feels a little weird sometimes, how their soulmate both felt like a stranger and someone so familiar. But along with that new and refurbished knowledge came a bond that the soulmates gradually built as they dated.
Two and a half months later, some time after their seventh date—because they were both still busy with book tours and their own deadlines—did Namjoon finally find himself staring at Jungkook with more than an innocent glint in his eyes.
Jungkook only took two seconds to respond.
They’ve just come home from a road trip, and Jungkook was a little exhausted from driving around and making out at random spots in the city. He invited Namjoon to sleep over, which isn’t really anything new anymore, and Namjoon gladly accepted.
His strength returned, however, the moment Namjoon smirked a bit too mischievously at him.
He pushes Namjoon’s back against his door frame without any warning whatsoever, their lips meeting in a heated kiss. One thing Namjoon has learnt about Jungkook as they got more intimate is that the younger man liked exerting a bit of dominance over him, whether he does that consciously or not. Despite him being younger, Jungkook liked having the upper hand over Namjoon, showing off his strength that made the writer feel a little woozy sometimes.
Namjoon still believes it’s on purpose though. But then again, Jungkook would suddenly look up at him so shyly, eyes blown wide and a little bit bashful, and Namjoon all but melts. After all, he’s only a man with a functional heart and an equally functional cock.
Thankfully (and secretly), Namjoon also liked being a little pliant.
“Jungkook-ah,” He groans when Jungkook began nipping at his jaw. Lips a little too rough, teeth a little too harsh. “Mmm, Kook, do you...”
“Do I what?” Jungkook barely pays him any mind, focusing on his task of mapping every inch of Namjoon’s long neck with his lips. “What do you want, hyungie?”
While this is no longer a new experience for him, Namjoon still finds himself unable to think straight. So much has happened today, they’ve made out at so many parking lots as they went on a road trip for the better part of the afternoon. It’s a no brainer that now that it was late in the evening, both their bodies were pent up with a fuck ton of sexual tension.
That, and Jungkook looked too hot and beautiful with the wind blowing against his blonde undercut hair, a tattooed arm on his steering wheel, the other intertwined with Namjoon’s hand.
“Anything you want, baby,” Namjoon found himself mumbling. “Whatever you want.”
Jungkook hisses a little at the endearment, teeth biting down on Namjoon’s earlobe a little too deep. The offer was just too tempting.
“What if I wanted you?” He mumbles against Namjoon’s ear, hands finding its way against Namjoon’s waist. “What if I wanted to have you tonight?”
He pulls back just enough to see the look on Namjoon’s face. Namjoon almost gasps, Jungkook’s eyes were so heated, probably a mirror of his own. He can barely stop himself as he bends down to capture Jungkook’s lips in another deep and rough kiss, hands flying around his neck.
“Then have me,” He says against Jungkook’s swollen lips. “I’m all yours, you know that.”
Despite the shyness he’s feeling, Jungkook hungrily pushes Namjoon further to the door, arms caging his head as they kiss even more passionately. “Really? I can have you now?” He asks so bashfully, it’s adorable how it was such a contrast to his strength.
“Yes, Kookie, you can. I want to be yours as much as I want to make you mine.”
The words had Jungkook gulping. He lifts Namjoon up from the floor, the writer’s legs wrapping itself around his waist with a yelp. He knows he’s heavy, he’s probably heavier than Jungkook. But the younger man manhandles him without even flinching, and Namjoon’s jaw is slack even until they reach the mattress in his bedroom.
“You are such a show off,” He groans, more turned on than annoyed, a moan accentuating his words as Jungkook buried himself against his neck.
“Mhm, I do like showing off all the wonderful things I have.” Namjoon could feel the way Jungkook smirked against his neck as he trailed a series of kisses against his golden skin. “Like you.”
Namjoon inhales sharply.
Jungkook’s nose scrunches when he talks again, a pleasant smile on his lips. “I always want to tell the whole world about you, you know, about how lucky I am that you’re my soulmate—mine.”
“Jungkook,” Namjoon breathes out airily, voice heavy with emotion. “Fuck, you’re so sweet.”
Jungkook lifts himself from Namjoon’s neck with a toothy grin, eyes looking straight into Namjoon’s heated gaze.
“Only for you, hyungie.” He smiles, honest but cheeky. “All of me is just for you.”
Namjoon doesn’t doubt his words, not for a single moment.
It makes him feel wonderful—absolutely delighted to know that Jungkook was happy to have him, too. The same way Jungkook helped Namjoon understand that he can be happy on his own, Namjoon also aided Jungkook in comprehending the fact that he was already more than enough, with or without Namjoon’s validation.
“All of me is just for you too, Kookie.” Namjoon doesn’t know why his eyes were misting, but he pulls Jungkook’s face up to leave a long and meaningful kiss on his lips. “M’yours, baby. I’m so happy to have you.”
Jungkook giggles, flattered. He kisses Namjoon again before his lips move about his entire face. For a long time, that’s all they do. They simply kiss, lips pressing against each other’s face and body without rush. It took them almost five years to be here, both of them wanted to savor the moment.
It wasn’t until Jungkook’s fingers began unbuttoning Namjoon’s polo that the temperature around them dropped by a few degrees. Jungkook’s lips were as eager as his fingers, sucking mark after mark on his neck, like a young pup trying to be a dominant alpha.
“Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon breathes out, pausing momentarily before pulling on the sides of Jungkook’s shirt to lift it above his head too. “Are you sure about this?”
“I am, hyungie.” He answers back easily, reassuring Namjoon with another long kiss. “I am if you are.”
Namjoon doesn’t think for long, not when all the blood from his head is rushing down south just at the mere sight of his soulmate’s muscled torso, adorned with several swirls of ink that made Namjoon feel dizzy with want.
“Yeah, of course I am.”
Jungkook only hums in response, switching their positions so that Namjoon is now on top. The writer straddles his hips, and it’s only then did they realize how hard they both were. The brush of their clothed cocks evokes a moan out of their lips, both men suddenly feeling a little more excited.
“I wanna taste you,” Namjoon breathes against Jungkook’s neck, where he’s leaving his own set of marks like a teenager. “Please, baby, can I?”
Jungkook actually groans out loud. “Yes, fuck, of course you can.”
Namjoon smirks. He didn’t exactly elaborate when he asked to taste him, but Jungkook assumed that Namjoon would go straight for his cock. What he just didn’t expect is for Namjoon’s lips to map out his torso first, starting with his glistening pecs, lips soon finding his nipple.
“Ah, hyung,” Jungkook hisses, head throwing back a little as the sensitivity focuses on his nub. “Oh god.”
He watches with a hiss as Namjoon tongues his erect bud, the young writer having his fun in sucking them one after the other. He makes sure that Jungkook’s nipples are all red and hard before he moves down to his abdomen. There’s not a patch of skin in Jungkook’s body left untouched—Namjoon’s tongue and lips gliding against every inch, worshipping his beloved like how Namjoon had always dreamt of. He kisses down Jungkook’s abs, graciously brushing his lips over his muscles before they find the waistband of Jungkook’s jeans.
“You’re so hard, baby,” Namjoon states as he mouths Jungkook’s cock over his jeans, as if it wasn’t blatantly obvious. “Let me take care of you?”
Jungkook nods desperately, his lips getting caught in between his teeth as he watches Namjoon with a heated look in his eyes. “Please do.”
And Namjoon did.
He unbuttons Jungkook’s jeans, gentle and graceful. He throws Jungkook’s pants somewhere down the ground, leaving him in his boxers. Namjoon smirks a little when he sees a wet patch already forming in his undergarments, and Jungkook glares at his judgmental face.
“S’your fault, you know?” He whines as Namjoon chuckles. “Please, hyung, do something about it?” Jungkook pleads, because if Namjoon doesn’t touch him right now, he’s going to scream.
“Oh don’t mind if I do.” Namjoon coos, pushing down Jungkook’s boxers off of his body. Despite the numerous tattoos on Jungkook’s skin, from his torso down to his sleeve, Namjoon’s eyes automatically zero in on his soulmate tattoo. The clematis just beneath his hip bone was in a gorgeous shade of purple—almost violet. Namjoon’s heart warms as he sees it, fingers brushing over them gently.
Deciding to start there, Namjoon’s lips find the tattoo, leaving a long kiss on that patch of ink making Jungkook’s breath hitch. Namjoon moves so softly around it, almost sentimental, so he gives him the time.
“I absolutely love this on you.” Namjoon mumbles, but what he really wanted to say is that I wouldn’t want anyone else to wear my mark besides you. Or maybe, I’m glad it was you.
He has a feeling though that Jungkook already knows.
Soon, his lips move from his hip bone to his crotch. He wasn’t cruel, he pleasures Jungkook’s cock thoroughly—making him feel so good, just like what he deserves for being so nice to him too. Namjoon begins from the tip, swirling his tongue around the head with drops of precum that formed on the slit, before licking down his cock with a sultry look in his eyes as he stared straight into Jungkook’s eyes.
“You taste so good.” Namjoon moans lewdly, loving the way Jungkook cussed. He wraps his lips around the head again, drooling on his cock to get it all wet before moving back with a loud ‘pop’. “Tell me what you want, baby. How do you want to do this tonight?”
Jungkook groans through his gritted teeth, it’s getting hard to think straight especially when Namjoon wrapped his hand around his length to match his sucking. The image of his hyung sucking him off will never get old. “I—I don’t know, how, oh fuck, how do you w-want it, hyungie?”
Namjoon decides to take him deeper into his mouth, just to mess with him a little bit more. “I could either fuck you if that’s what you want. Bend you over my cock, and let me fill up your ass. If you want it, just say so. You know I’d do anything for you.”
Jungkook inhales sharply, back shuddering, and his cock spurts out even more precum at the mental imagery of that offer. “A-and the other option?”
Namjoon smirks. “Or you can put your big cock inside me, Jungkookie, I don’t mind. You can stretch my ass with this, baby,” He accentuates his words by suddenly deepthroating him once, sending Jungkook’s hips flaring up with a groan. “Fuck me like you want it, I’ll even let you cum in my hole too. Do you want that, Kookie? Do you want to fuck hyung instead?”
Namjoon already knows the answer before Jungkook even responds, his cock was literally twitching inside his mouth before the artist nods desperately.
“Yes, yes, please hyungie. Let me—let me fuck you, please.”
Namjoon chuckles, leaving a peck on Jungkook’s tip as he massages his balls. “Anything for you, handsome.”
Before Jungkook could answer back, Namjoon takes him back into his mouth, truly beginning to suck the soul out of him. He blows him like a champ, and Jungkook is only mildly jealous thinking of how good Namjoon was at this, meaning he must have had a lot of practice. But right now, Namjoon was here, licking along his shaft from base to tip, swallowing him whole and even allowing Jungkook to fuck his mouth. All thoughts of jealousy leave the window as he stares at Namjoon’s swollen lips wrapped prettily around his cock.
“Hyung, please enough, I don’t want to cum until I’m i-inside you.” Jungkook groans out, tears leaking from the corner of his eyes as he grips the bedsheets. Namjoon doesn’t look any better after having his throat fucked, but he does look smug. He made Jungkook look that messy—look that beautiful.
“Do you want to stretch me?” Namjoon asks as he leaves one last kiss to Jungkook’s cock, already knowing where Jungkook kept the lube from his nightstand. “Or I can do it myself.”
Jungkook tsks, snatching the lube from Namjoon’s hands before pushing Namjoon to his back. “No, no, let me do it.” He says petulantly, ripping off Namjoon’s jeans and boxers all in one go. “I can do it, hyung. I want to do it.”
“Easy tiger,” Namjoon teases with a chuckle. Now that he’s all naked for Jungkook’s eyes to feast on, he does feel a little shy. “M’not going anywhere.”
Jungkook huffs. “You better.” Before he prowls towards the juncture in between Namjoon’s spread legs. “Can I touch you, hyung?”
He’s so polite. Namjoon couldn’t help but giggle. “All yours, baby. Be a good boy for hyung.”
As expected, Jungkook’s eyes darken and Namjoon couldn’t help but smirk. He always knew Jungkook had a praise kink.
“I’ll be good for you, hyungie, I promise.”
Namjoon didn’t doubt that for one moment. Originally, he expected Jungkook to simply stretch him with his fingers. That’s why he was completely surprised when instead of the cold lube gracing his rim, a warm and wet muscle brushes against his entrance instead.
“Oh Jungkook, what the—”
He silences himself off with a loud moan, thighs twitching from where Jungkook threw them over his own shoulders. Jungkook has decided use his fucking tongue to get Namjoon ready. He licks incessantly along Namjooon’s rim, spreading his hyung’s ass further apart to expose his pink and puffy hole that looked too delicious to be left alone. Jungkook finds his tongue licking against it, before pushing right inside his walls.
“Fucking hell, oh shit, Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon groans out loud, hands flying to the younger man’s hair. While he might not be completely prepared, he’s not a fool to turn down a rim job, especially one done by someone so eager like his Jungkookie. “Ah, ah, ah, Kookie baby, oh shit.”
Jungkook pairs his licks with some sucks against his rim, tongue basically fucking his walls. He’s also unable to stop himself from leaving marks around Namjoon’s hole, two on his left cheek, four on his right. It truly looked delicious.
Distracted by so much pleasure, Namjoon barely even feels it when Jungkook begins fingering him. The next thing he knew, a cold finger was pressing in along with his tongue, and yet Namjoon barely felt any pain. His cock kept twitching from how good he’s feeling, drool and tears coating his face, but he couldn’t care less. Jungkook was making him feel so fucking amazing.
“You’re so good, fuck, such a good boy, Kookie,” Namjoon keeps the praise coming, knowing that it pushes Jungkook on. “So good, angel, ah ah ah, fuck!”
One finger became two, then three, and finally Namjoon is stretched and ready.
“Hyung,” Jungkook gasps, his lower face wet with lube and spit, and Namjoon thinks he has never looked this hot. “Can I please, can I f-fuck you now?”
Namjoon was already nodding before he even finished his sentence. “Come here, Kookie. Fuck me, go ahead.”
Jungkook rushes to obtain a pillow, placing it under Namjoon’s hips. He coats his cock with some lube, pumping once, twice, hissing because he’s so hard and he needs to be inside his soulmate right now.
He lines his cock against Namjoon’s rim, groaning at how inviting the warmth felt with just the tip in. When he looks up at Namjoon, the writer pulls him down to give him a long kiss. “Go, baby. Fuck me.”
That was all Jungkook needed before he pushed right in.
The slide was a little tight, seeing as Namjoon hasn’t been with anyone for so long, but Jungkook distracts him with a kiss to his lips as he bottoms out. The moment he’s all in, Jungkook buries his face in Namjoon’s neck, both men groaning at how amazing it feels.
And that’s when Namjoon hears it.
“Hyung,” Jungkook gasps softly against his collarbone, nibbling on his skin gently. “Joonie, I love you.”
In that moment, Namjoon swore he could have come right then and there.
He gasps, breath stuttering as he takes in Jungkook’s words. Carefully, he lifts the younger man’s face from his neck, Jungkook watching him with a vulnerable look in his eyes.
“Jungkook, I-I—”
“You don’t have to say it,” Jungkook silences him with a kiss, a little nervous. “I just want you to know that I love you, hyungie.”
And Namjoon almost laughs because good god, how can anyone in the world not love Jungkook?
Namjoon might not believe in God, but if he does get a chance to meet him in heaven, he’ll thank him for sending him his best angel. He’ll thank God for giving him Jungkook.
“Jungkook, I—” Tears suddenly form on the corner of Namjoon’s eyes, and that alone made Jungkook tear up too. “I love you so much, baby. Fuck, I love you too.”
He just had to say it, because Jungkook deserves to know.
“Y-you do?” The first tear falls from Jungkook’s eyes, Namjoon kisses it away.
“I do, Kookie,” Namjoon whispers against his cheek, before breathing it against his lips so that Jungkook could taste his love. “I’m in love with you, Jungkook. I’ve always been in love with you, and I, fuck, I love you so much.”
It all comes spilling out of Namjoon. He finally gets his chance to say it and it all came in perfect timing. Jungkook kisses him so deeply that Namjoon tastes his love too. It’s the sweetest thing he’s ever had.
“I love you too, hyung. I’ve loved you from the start, and I’m just—I’m so glad that it’s you.”
No more words were needed to be exchanged after that. Jungkook begins fucki—making love to him so sweetly, their hands intertwined together beside Namjoon’s head as Jungkook thrusts into him. His movements are unrushed but not aimless, Jungkook’s cock hits Namjoon right where the author begins seeing stars. Their lips are perpetually locked in a loving kiss, even as tears begin to form in their eyes from how emotional they both had gotten, not once did they disconnect.
“You’re so good, Kookie, you’re making me feel so good,” Namjoon compliments him as he kisses Jungkook’s shoulder, urging him to go deeper. “Harder, baby, come on. I love you.”
Every thrust is punctured with a seal of their love. Both their moans are swallowed by each other’s lips as Namjoon feels Jungkook bury himself inside his stretched hole up to the hilt, over and over again. Namjoon has never had or felt anything like this, and even as Jungkook lifts them both from the bed, thrusting harder and deeper inside of him now that they’re chest to chest, Namjoon could have sworn that if death paid him a visit tonight, he’d die a happy man.
“M’close, hyungie.” Jungkook groans against his swollen lips, hands tight around his waist as his thrusts become more rapid and rushed. It felt so good. “I’m gonna—fuck I’m gonna c-come, love.”
“Yeah?” Namjoon bounces harder on his lap, meeting Jungkook’s thrusts with equal vigor. His own hands are wrapped securely around Jungkook’s neck, his own cock trapped in between them, giving him that sweet friction he needed to be pushed off the edge. He didn’t even need Jungkook to touch him, Namjoon was tethering on the edges from Jungkook’s cock brushing against his prostate alone. “Then come for me, Kookie.” He grits out, feeling his own orgasm building up so intensely. “Come with me.”
Jungkook only thrusts in once, twice, and four more times before he groans out loud. Namjoon follows him not a second too late, their loud moans blending beautifully as it bounces off the bedroom walls.
It’s perfect.
The moment the two soulmates finally reach their climax, both their lips were still connected in a searing kiss, whispering nothing but a repetitive confession of their love for each other, now and forever.
When morning comes, Namjoon sees that Jungkook is already awake. The younger man was staring at him, still naked. His neck was evidently marked by Namjoon’s ministrations, and Namjoon would almost feel shy about it, if only he didn’t feel a little smug.
“Hi, beautiful.” Jungkook whispers, and Namjoon already finds himself blushing way before he even says his first word in the morning.
“Hi.” Namjoon mumbles back shyly, voice still gruff with sleep. “How long have you been awake?”
Jungkook draws circles along the shoulder blade exposed to his side, his legs shifting underneath the covers to pull Namjoon closer to his body.
“Don’t know. Got lost in time staring at you.”
Namjoon snorts, body vibrating as he chuckles against Jungkook’s hold. “Are you really this sappy during mornings after sex?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Jungkook finds himself giggling back. “You were just too beautiful, hyung. I could stare at you forever.”
After last night, one might think that he’d get over being so shy. Such words shouldn’t make Namjoon feel this way anymore, and yet his heart still skipped a beat. He reaches up to cup a side of Jungkook’s face, thumbing on the apples of his cheeks.
“I love you, Ggukie.” He says, accent a little rough, because Jungkook beat him to it last night, and he’s made it his personal mission to always be the first to say it every day. Knowing Jungkook though, he won’t back down from a challenge.
“I love you more, hyungie,” And he was right. Jungkook one ups him again by placing a kiss on his forehead. “Love you so much. I’m so glad you’re my soulmate.”
The words make Namjoon’s heart swell. He feels like bursting, staring at Jungkook who’s looking back at him with so much love is making him feel emotional. He thinks of everything they’ve both been through pre and post knowing about their bond. They’ve made it so far, and while it indeed took them so long to get here, Namjoon still thinks it all came at the right time.
“And I’m right, you really are a sap in the morning.” Namjoon says with a light grin. “I like you like this though.”
“Is this code for wanting me to fuck you every night, just to get me all mushy when the sun comes up?” Jungkook smirks cheekily. “Because I am telling you right now, hyung, I can keep up.”
Namjoon snorts so loudly, and Jungkook all but cackles as Namjoon repeatedly hits his forearm.
“Way to ruin the morning, Jungkook,” Namjoon pretends to groan as he spins around and covers himself with the sheets. “Good night.”
Jungkook chuckles, arms coming to wrap around Namjoon’s waist from behind, his chest feels warm on Namjoon’s back. “I’m just kidding, come on, hyungie. Get up. Let’s have breakfast, I’m hungry.” He bribes Namjoon with kisses to the back of his shoulder and to the side of his face. “Feed me pancakes, my love.”
Namjoon tilts his blushing face sideways, squinting his eyes playfully at the young man. “I bottomed, shouldn’t you be the one feeding me?”
Jungkook pretends to think about it, before grinning mischievously again. “But hyung, I thought you loved me.”
When Jungkook puts it that way, Namjoon can only raise his white flag.
He groans in defeat. Ass sore, he lifts himself up from the bed, wincing slightly now that he’s sitting up. The younger man only watches him with an amused smile. “Fine, I’ll make you pancakes.” Namjoon grumbles, even though there’s a smile threatening to break out on his face.
Jungkook only cackles in absolute triumph.
And Namjoon thinks he can never ever love anyone else as much as he loves his Jungkookie.
Breakfast is a sweet affair. After freshening up, the two gentlemen head to the kitchen, refusing to separate even just for one moment.
Namjoon doesn’t know how he managed to cook some pancakes with an extra body wrapped around his back, basically breathing down his neck, but he managed.
“Sorry if I’m clingy.” Jungkook doesn’t sound apologetic at all. As a matter of fact, he even snuggles deeper against Namjoon’s nape.
“You’re fine.” Namjoon mumbles back because Jungkook’s touch is also grounding, and he feels warm. Everything about Jungkook is so nice. “Just get some plates for us though. And get the syrup, pancakes are almost ready.”
Begrudgingly, Jungkook extracts himself from Namjoon’s back. Not for long though. He makes a quick dash for everything Namjoon requested, and he’s back to latching onto his soulmate’s back by the time Namjoon places the pancakes on the plates.
“How will you eat if you won’t get off of my back?” Namjoon sighs when he feels Jungkook not so subtly brushing his lips against his nape, arms tight around his waist from where Namjoon is sitting on the counter.
“Hmm,” Jungkook hums thoughtfully, kissing on that spot where Namjoon’s neck meets his shoulders. “Feed me then.”
Namjoon sighs exasperatedly, throwing Jungkook an exasperated look even though he tilts his head back to give the younger man better access. “You are becoming too spoiled.”
He complains, but then Namjoon is already lifting a forkful of pancakes with syrup to Jungkook’s lips.
“And yet you still love me.” Jungkook accepts the bite with a cheeky grin knowing that once again, he won.
“Will you really pull that up every single time, Jungkook-ah?” Namjoon huffs, breath hitching as Jungkook’s lips brush against his sensitive spot.
“Mhm, is that a complaint I’m hearing, Mr. Kim?”
Namjoon smiles.
“You know it isn’t,” Because there’s no use in fighting the truth. Namjoon indeed loves him, so much. “Come here, I’ll feed you.”
He suddenly pulls Jungkook to sit on his lap so that the young artist could still hide on his neck as Namjoon continues to feed him.
“Comfy?” He asks as he runs a finger through Jungkook’s long blonde locks, the younger man looking like a cat as he basically purrs in Namjoon’s arms.
“Very.” Jungkook accepts another bite, before surprising Namjoon with a peck to his lips. “Love you.”
Unable to stop his grin, Namjoon only rolls his eyes playfully. “Will you ever get tired of saying that?”
“Depends.” Jungkook is back on his neck, adding more marks as if Namjoon didn’t already have a constellation of them all for the world to see. “Will you ever get tired of hearing it?”
Namjoon didn’t even have to think for long. “Absolutely not.”
“Then you’ll be hearing it for the rest of your life.” Jungkook kisses him just beneath his chin, and Namjoon’s breath gets caught up in between his lips.
For the rest of his life. That sounds absolutely wonderful—like a dream come true. Jungkook was his dream come true and he can’t believe that this man in his arms wants to stay with him forever.
“I love you so much,” Namjoon finds himself dropping the fork, capturing Jungkook’s lips in another searing kiss. He tastes like maple, sweet and addictive. “Jungkook-ah, I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Namjoon repeats it so many times, and Jungkook hungrily drinks it all up right from his lips. All of Namjoon’s love is just for him.
“I love you too, baby. Love you so much.” He responds, returning the passionate kiss. But before it could go any deeper, Jungkook suddenly pulls back in thought. “Which, by the way, reminds me. I have a gift for you.”
Surprised at the sudden twist, Namjoon couldn’t help but gape. “A gift?” He asks. “It’s not my birthday?”
“And? You’re my soulmate? Can’t I spoil you a little?” Jungkook winks at him cheekily and Namjoon could only snort while giggling.
“You’re awful,” He pokes Jungkook’s sides before asking, “What is it by the way?”
Jungkook excitedly hops off Namjoon’s lap, lifting a finger at him as he dashed out of their kitchen. “Wait here. I just finished it but I want to give it to you right now.”
Namjoon smiles at how giddy Jungkook looked as he skipped like a bunny to god knows where. He didn't wait for long though, Namjoon barely managed to take three bites of his pancake before Jungkook came trudging back in, holding a medium sized canvas in his arms.
Shyly, but evidently excited, he hands it over to Namjoon with a charged grin. With a furrow of his brows, Namjoon reaches over and flips it gently to face him.
And, “Oh.” Namjoon finds himself freezing, throat closing in a little as he stares at Jungkook’s masterpiece.
It’s a painting… a painting of them.
Of two puzzle pieces abstractedly shaped like the two of them fitting together to paint one beautiful picture.
Oh my god. Namjoon was rendered speechless.
“Do you like it?” Jungkook asks, a little nervous because it’s been three whole minutes and Namjoon has neither said a word nor moved a muscle. “I know it’s not much, but it’s one of a kind. You’re the only person in this world who has that.”
And that seals it for Namjoon.
He smiles, so, so goddamn happy he doesn’t think any other moment in his life could compare to the bliss he’s feeling right now. His eyes water as he stared at the two puzzle pieces connected together that weren't concretely shaped like them, but Namjoon recognizes it.
After being with him for so long, Namjoon recognizes the outline of Jungkook’s face, he notices the slope of his own nose and cheeks. It’s there—it’s them. Jungkook’s face was buried against the dip on his neck, Namjoon’s head above Jungkook’s own. They’re made to seem like two puzzle pieces that had their own thing going on, already complete without the other, but looked infinitely brighter now that they’re connected.
“And I’m so lucky, fuck, I am.” Namjoon gasps out, jumping from his seat to give Jungkook a kiss that had him bending backwards. “Holy shit, Jungkook-ah—oh god, this is… this is mine.”
Jungkook chuckles, finally, he liked Namjoon’s reaction. “You didn’t answer my question.” He teases, as if Namjoon isn’t already crying from pure tears of joy.
“Do I like it? God, why are you even asking that?” Namjoon asks indecorously, peppering Jungkook’s face with so many kisses until Jungkook was a giggling mess. “I love it, I love it. Thank you so much, baby. It’s so beautiful, and I love you. Thank you so much.”
Namjoon has never gotten a gift this lovely, and yes, he’s not just talking about the painting.
“I’m glad you like it too, baby.” Jungkook wraps his arms around Namjoon’s waist, but not before gently setting down the painting on the counter. “It’s all for you. Everything I have is only for you.”
Namjoon inhaled sharply, the need to sob suddenly felt overwhelming. But Jungkook is here, and he’s so happy, he doesn’t want to ruin the moment by starting to ugly sob.
“My soulmate,” He mumbles instead, pulling back a little just so he can cup Jungkook’s face. The younger man barely holds back a gasp as he sees the love shining in Namjoon’s eyes. It’s so beautiful it left Jungkook completely breathless. “And you thought you weren’t good enough, when you’re more than w-what I could ever ask for. Hell, you—you’re more than what I deserve.”
“Hyung,” Jungkook breathes out, almost in a whine as his breath stutters. Loving Namjoon might have been painful at some points, but it’s the best decision Jungkook has ever made. “Hyungie, Joonie, I love you, baby. Thank you.”
It was absolutely worth it.
“Thank you too, Jungkookie. Thank you for being patient, thank you for never giving up on me.” Namjoon answers back, thanking all his lucky stars. While destiny might have played around with him, Namjoon still thinks he had gained their favor. Because at the end of the day, they blessed him with Jungkook. “I’m the luckiest person in the world to have you.”
Jungkook smiles so breathtakingly stunning, and Namjoon makes it his mission to see that smile on his face every day for as long as he’s breathing. The same way Jungkook has sworn to do everything he can, so that not a day would pass by that he isn’t graced with the deepest and prettiest dimples in the world.
“Me too. Love you, my angel.” Jungkook breathes against his lips, before sealing his words with another kiss. And another, and another. And a million more to come. “And you were right, two puzzle pieces feel less lonelier than a single one.”
As a man nearing his thirties, Namjoon would’ve never thought that he’d still meet his soulmate someday. Everyone gets theirs before they’re even twenty, but Namjoon was almost a decade late.
And yet, he thinks, Jungkook didn’t come a moment too early nor a moment too late.
Learning and loving goes side by side, Namjoon learns this the more he spends time with Jungkook. Even at his age, he still continues to learn things that Jungkook, thankfully, helped him understand little by little.
First, Jungkook wasn’t the sole bringer of happiness in Namjoon’s world. The young writer realized that he was already more than capable of making himself happy. Instead, Jungkook made him happier. The same way he didn’t complete Namjoon, Jungkook simply made Namjoon feel less lonely—stronger with him by his side.
Two puzzle pieces feel less lonelier than a single one.
Namjoon didn’t need Jungkook to save him. Instead, Jungkook was there by his side as Namjoon realized that the only person who can save him and who is in control of his own happiness is himself.
Jungkook taught him that before he can love somebody else, he first needed to love himself.
In the end, Namjoon learnt that he wasn’t meant to treat Jungkook as his everything, instead, Jungkook was just a man who had everything Namjoon could ever want for and more. And that’s enough… Jungkook was more than enough.
Perfectly imperfect, Namjoon loved him beyond any string of fate, and beyond what destiny has ever dictated. With no ‘because’ trailing after those three little words—not I love Jungkook because he’s my soulmate.
Rather, Jungkook’s my soulmate because I love him.
FIN.