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Jungkook extends his hand out to grab Seokjin’s pillow, hooks an arm and leg around it and snuggles his face into it. He isn’t sleepy right now, just too lazy to function. Sunday mornings are for sleeping in till noon – it’s an internationally acknowledged fact, but things work differently in the Jeon-Kim household.
Seokjin is always up first, whether a weekday or weekend. It’s something he takes unnecessary pride in, and Jungkook indulges him, partly because he’s not a morning person. Even on the rare occasions (by some miraculous force of nature) he stirs awake and finds Seokjin asleep, he’ll just go back to sleep and wait for the shuffling of sheets before he wakes up.
So it goes that when Jungkook wakes up, it’s already bright and sunny, and the smell of whatever Seokjin’s cooking is wafting through the house.
Seokjin’s engrossed in making them both breakfast as usual. They do not do breakfast in bed, because he’s a stickler for cleanliness and Jungkook’s hand-eye co-ordination in the morning is abysmal. It’s one quirk of his that Jungkook secretly supports. In 5 years of being together, Jungkook has made breakfast exactly 5 times, only on anniversary mornings. The last anniversary’s efforts had been spectacularly disastrous, because Jungkook had made a failed attempt to be sexy and cooked naked in just an apron, coming very close to burning his body hair off. Seokjin hadn’t even been his usual mix of amused but endeared by the effort, and had banned him from the kitchen for a whole week. He’s not going to attempt doing anything sexy related to food for a while.
Sometimes morning-Jungkook is needy and clingy, and today is one of those days, so Jungkook trudges to the kitchen, takes Seokjin’s hand solemnly and drags him back to their bedroom.
“Cuddles,” he announces when Seokjin makes a questioning hum.
Jungkook throws back the sheets sloppily, climbs into bed with his hand still in Seokjin’s and throws the covers over them.
“It’s too hot,” Seokjin protests as he twists and turns to get into a comfortable position. When he’s turned opposite to Jungkook, Jungkook takes the opportunity and grabs his waist tightly, rubbing his nose against his broad back in a way that is guaranteed to tickle him. Seokjin’s white sleep shirt is bunched up to his ribs, and Jungkook has a good mind to discard it completely.
“Jungkook,” Seokjin says his name between giggles as he squirms his way out of Jungkook's grip, “Are these the cuddles you want?”
“Okay fine,” Jungkook says, suddenly longing for a proper one. He turns Seokjin around, fixes his shirt, rams his face into Seokjin’s chest and loops his arms around him.
He takes a huge sniff and says, “Are we using a new fabric softener?”
“Yeah, this one smells less flowery and more soapy, just like you wanted.” He takes a huge sniff of Jungkook’s head mockingly. “Are we using a new shampoo?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “You know we aren’t, nice try.”
Seokjin laughs softly and tugs him closer. “Sorry, it was just...such a domestic thing to say.”
“What was that supposed to mean?” Jungkook asks, a little unsure if he should be embarrassed.
“No, just realized that our honeymoon period is finally over.” Seokjin says.
Jungkook shifts a little and looks at him. “Babe, we’ve been living together for a year now.”
“Yes, but when have we had conversations this banal?” Seokjin counters. He reaches out and runs his thumbs over Jungkook’s cheeks. “Oh, don’t look so worried you idiot, it’s not a bad thing.”
“Doesn’t sound like a good thing,” Jungkook says, trying not to give away his disappointment in his voice.
Seokjin sighs. “I’m sorry; I didn’t put it quite correctly. What I meant is, this feels more like we’re married.”
“Talking about fabric softener?” he asks, a little less tense now.
“That’s part of it.” Seokjin says amusedly. “Anyways, breakfast is getting cold. Let’s go.” He moves to prop himself up, but Jungkook tugs him down sharply and clings to him.
“Five more minutes,” Jungkook whines with a pout, knowing full well that 5 years of seeing it hasn’t made Seokjin one bit immune to his pouty face. He’s very, very whipped for his husband, but more so when he pulls that lost puppy act on him.
“Fine,” Seokjin says 10 seconds later with a reluctant smile and Jungkook can’t help being smug.
In the end, it’s Jungkook’s growling stomach that gets them both out of bed, and Jungkook almost forgets he hasn’t brushed till he leans in for a kiss and Seokjin shoves him in the direction of the bathroom.
Sunday afternoons are just as lazy as Jungkook’s mornings. His job doesn’t demand any work beyond office hours, but Seokjin’s always busy writing and reading scripts or editing them. Sometimes Jungkook will sit beside him if he’s too bored to move after breakfast(or in the mood to stare at his husband for a few hours), and once in a blue moon he’ll give his useless input if it looks even remotely like a superhero story. Most days, Seokjin will busy himself with preparing lunch, and Jungkook will use the precious time to make progress in Overwatch.
Somehow Jungkook’s too distracted by what Seokjin said to play.
He knows Seokjin doesn’t mean it negatively, but what he said, in Jungkook’s head, sounds a lot like ‘the spark is dead’. And Jungkook, the young strapping lad that he is, refuses to let that happen on his watch.
“Let’s have sex,” he announces abruptly.
Seokjin looks up through his glasses and stops cutting. “What?”
“Let’s have sex,” he repeats firmly, sauntering over to the kitchen. “I’m in the mood.”
Seokjin laughs. “You are in the mood for afternoon sex? Don’t you want to play Overwatch?”
“No, I want you to fuck me,” Jungkook says flatly. Then realising how unsexy his tone sounded, he gnaws at his lower lip and runs his hand up and down Seokjin’s chest.
“I know what’s bothering you,” Seokjin says, letting him continue while returns his attention to the vegetables. “It’s what I said in bed, right? Jungkook, you’re taking it too seriously-”
“-are you really going to deny me sex?” Jungkook cuts him off, nipping at his earlobe.
Seokjin turns around and grabs his hands, looking very conflicted. “Babe, I’m flattered, but you have to get over that. We’re married, things change.”
Jungkook huffs in disbelief. “Yeah, they do.” He says bitterly and walks away. Seokjin, to his dismay, does not try to stop him.
As much as Jungkook wants to be strictly mad and show it very blatantly, the smell of food drags him to the dining table an hour later. He decides he’s not going to punish his stomach for his husband’s actions. Instead, he sits right opposite Seokjin, pointedly avoids looking at him and stuffs himself with more rice than he can take in one mouthful.
“Slow down, you’re going to end up choking.” Seokjin reprimands.
He can think of a lot of dirty comebacks right now, and it physically hurts to not blurt them all out in one go.
“You’re not still mad at me, right? Because that would be downright childish.”
The problem with being married to your best friend is this. They know all the right spots to hit you in, and Seokjin knows that if there's one thing Jungkook hates being called, it's 'childish.' It's a word he has heard way too much thanks to only having older guys as his friends; a term he despises being described as because he's heard enough people trying to dissuade Seokjin from dating him by using it as an argument.
"Of course not," he replies coolly and scoops the last bit of food from his plate. He can see Seokjin smirking silently in his peripheral vision, and it only adds to his rage.
Just as he's about to get up, Seokjin has him wrapped in his arms, chin resting on the top of his head.
"I'm not going to say it again okay? But I'm pretty excited that the honeymoon phase is over, and when I say that, I don't mean that our relationship is dead. I mean that we don't need to always have sex or do exciting, adventurous things together - we could be doing the most mundane activity and I'd still have fun as long as you were doing it with me."
It's shocking to hear Seokjin say things like this, because even before they started dating, Seokjin had always been like the tsundere male lead in an anime - his actions spoke more than his words did, leaving Jungkook to be the person more vocal about his feelings. Jungkook can count the times Seokjin has been sappy with him on one hand, and even his proposal doesn't make it on that list.
"Now have you forgiven me?" He asks, sounding morose.
"How do I not when you say things like that?" Jungkook speaks into Seokjin's shirt, relaxing against his torso.
Evenings are usually reserved for a ritual that Seokjin created when he first moved in and Seokjin insisted that they vacuum the house together and only on Sunday evenings like his parents did, claiming that it was the ultimate secret to a long-lasting relationship. Jungkook had made his own plans and created a playlist full of songs they could slow dance to. It had resulted in quite the petty squabble before Seokjin suggested easily that they could just do both.
When Jungkook goes to the bedroom to get out the vacuum cleaners, Seokjin is standing fully dressed in front of the mirror.
"Let's go for a walk?" He says, searching through his hair with extra care.
"What about vacuuming?"
"To hell with vacuuming," Seokjin says casually and Jungkook gasps audibly. "This week, I mean." he corrects himself. "Gosh, you're dramatic."
Jungkook drapes himself on Seokjin's back and looks into the mirror. Somehow Seokjin never seems to age, apart from the one gray hair found last week that he'd thrown a fit over. He's still the most handsome man Jungkook has ever laid eyes on, but now it's not the first thought that occurs when he sees Seokjin's face. Every so often, Jungkook forgets the effect Seokjin's face has on strangers, and is appalled by how openly they react on seeing him first. Suddenly Jungkook realises what Seokjin meant by things changing- he's gotten used to it, but in the way someone gets used to coffee. He can't do without it.
"What happened to long-lasting relationships and following parental traditions?"
"Eh," Seokjin shrugs and tilts his head to kiss Jungkook's cheek swiftly, getting his chin instead. "We'll be fine with just our love."
Jungkook laughs incredulously, kisses Seokjin's cheek back far more accurately. "Why are you so sappy today?"
"I'm offended by that statement." Seokjin in the mirror frowns. "I'm in love with my husband and want to show it for once, sue me." He turns around, shapes his fingers into hearts and smiles sweetly at Jungkook.
"This is disgusting." Jungkook says, walking to the wardrobe.
"Yes, disgustingly cute. Don't lie Jungkook-ah, I can see your grinch heart grow 3 sizes."
It does, but Jungkook's not about to tell him that.
It turns out, the walk was just an excuse to drag Jungkook to do things he doesn't like. One minute, Seokjin is ranting about work politics and the next, he's being dragged to furniture stores.
"You're not serious." Jungkook deadpans as they stand outside the store. He hates shopping with a vengeance. Having too many options to choose from with the constant fear that it may be a regrettable choice is frankly overwhelming, and reminds him of school tests. Shopping for furniture is worse, because their tastes are on the opposite ends of the world.
"That couch is disgusting to look at, and too many people have defiled it for me to sit on it without feeling nasty." Seokjin says, pushing Jungkook incessantly and in vain. Jungkook's resisting with full force.
"I'll just wait outside, can't you do this by yourself?" He says, crossing his arms to his chest.
"I am not buying another thing without your opinion and listen to you crib about it for the next month." Seokjin glares, and Jungkook knows exactly what he means.
"I was not going to sleep on the fugly heart shaped bed, okay!"
Seokjin's eyes widen angrily. "Fine then, come choose which couch you want and we'll buy exactly that!" This time, Seokjin uses his real power, and succeeds in pushing Jungkook till the sofas' section.
Jungkook scans the choices, watching from the corner of his eye as Seokjin glares at him impatiently. His eyes fall on a lime green couch which looks like it would barely fit into their living room and block the corridor to their bedroom. On the scale of fugliness, it's a whole 100. He turns to Seokjin smugly and points to it.
"This one."
Seokjin looks in the direction and his jaw drops.
Jungkook walks over and dumps himself on it, arms outstreched across its length.
"It's very comfortable, babe. Why don't you try it?" He pats the empty space next to him and smiles cheekily.
Seokjin's frozen to his spot, in absolute disbelief.
Jungkook teases him further. "This is my choice. Didn't you say, 'come choose which couch you want and we'll buy exactly that'?" he says, raising his pitch mockingly.
Seokjin looks flummoxed for a moment. Then his expression straightens, like he knows the game Jungkook's playing. He smiles back, says, "Okay, sweetheart. Let's buy it. Can you see a salesman around?"
Jungkook is familiar with that challenging look in Seokjin's eyes, and he's not about to back down."Don't you want to try it first?"
"No need to, I trust you." Seokjin says politely, looking around for the salesman.
It turns out, none of them know how to back down, and Jungkook's watching Seokjin sign the papers for delivery. "A huge bright lime couch in the middle of our living room," He's saying to no one in particular with gritted teeth. "Great."
"Great," Jungkook repeats, wondering who really won the fight if they're ending up with that in their house.
When they're halfway through dinner, Jungkook notices the way Seokjin has been looking at him cautiously.
"What?" Jungkook asks, touching his face worriedly.
"Nothing," he says, "Nothing's wrong with your face, stop touching it."
"Then why are you looking at me like I'm dying?"
"Shut up," Seokjin says, kicking him below the table. "How okay are you with the idea of adopting a dog?"
Jungkook swallows. "Are you planning to get one home?"
"You know the shelter on my way to work? This one dog keeps loitering outside it, and I feed him biscuits every day. He's gotten really attached to me, so I was thinking...." He trails off, waiting for Jungkook to join the pieces of the puzzle in his head.
"Alright," Jungkook says and grabs a chip from Seokjin's plate like he deserved it for approving Seokjin's request.
"Are you sure?" Seokjin asks, but the hopeful smile on his face is already growing.
"Yeah, I'm good with dogs, you know this." Jungkook steals another chip and smiles. "It better be cute though."
"You think cloud is cute." Seokjin rolls his eyes.
"Hey, you take that back." He retorts, but there's no bite to his tone.
"Jungkook, this better not be like the sofa situation from today. This is a whole living being we have to take care of."
"Will you relax? I know what I'm signing up for," he riskily extends his hand for a third chip, and gets slapped off as expected. "Anyways, it's good practice for when we adopt kids."
Even as he says it, Jungkook feels his cheeks starting to burn. The dormant volcano in their life is the topic of children. They've both avoided for the longest time, except for one honest conversation before marriage when they'd both confirmed they were open to having children at a later stage.
"We're talking about kids now, are we?" Seokjin asks with his eyes trained on his food, cheeks reddening.
"Well, now that the honeymoon phase is over..." Seokjin opens his mouth to protest but Jungkook shuts him up with a hand to the mouth. "No, you're right, it is. And I'm not saying we're ready for kids, because today was a stellar example of why. We're still too young and petty, but we won't be in a few years. Till then, the doggo will do."
"I don't like you very much," Seokjin says in a choked voice, refusing to look up.
"I know," Jungkook says and gets an undeserving kick in the foot.
Sunday nights are usually for ordering in and grumbling about work while watching anime, but today's a complete detour from tradition, so they decide to give the sofa a proper goodbye, and Seokjin decides to make it up to Jungkook for rejecting him in the afternoon.
They're lying on the couch, sated, exhausted and stark naked when Jungkook realises how things will have changed by next week. A big lime couch instead of this ugly beige sex sofa, a dog running around the house - this is probably his last Sunday like this.
But Seokjin is still right beside him, one protective arm around his waist, silently snoring. His shoulders will still be too broad for both of them to lie down comfortably on the new couch, and the dog will probably like him more just because Seokjin has the worst luck with dogs.
Suddenly change feels good.
Change feels great.