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“Hey,” Jeongguk calls out into the emptiness of their house, stamping the snow off his boots and shrugging them off. “I'm home!”
At first he's only greeted with an echo, and he wonders if he'd guessed wrong and for some reason Yoongi wasn't actually home despite his car being in the driveway.
But then footsteps pad down the hallway, and Jeongguk's shoulders relax, as they always do, at the sight of his husband.
“Hey, love,” Yoongi says, stretching up to plant a lazy kiss on Jeongguk's cheek. “How was your day?”
“Long,” Jeongguk admits, rubbing his sore neck. Despite the fact that it was a Saturday night, he'd been at school all day working on a competition entry because the deadline was coming up fast and he was behind on his piece. His neck and shoulders are cramped from hunching over his easel for hours and hours.
“Yeah?” Yoongi's eyebrows pop up. “Why don't you go sit down, and I'll get you something hot to drink.”
“Sounds good,” Jeongguk admits. “Oh, wait—we got a package!”
“Really?” Yoongi's eyes travel down to what's in Jeongguk's hand. He takes the slender box from him, examining it. “It's from Namjoon and Seokjin.”
“Let's open it together,” Jeongguk suggests, taking it back and heading toward the living room.
As he settles in on the couch, Jeongguk can hear the quiet noises of Yoongi jostling their electric kettle and fumbling mugs out of the cupboards.
It's cozy—Yoongi's already got a fire going in the fireplace, and Jeongguk pulls one of their many blankets off the back of the couch to wrap himself in. Gingerly, he places the package on the coffee table and studies it.
What are Namjoon and Seokjin up to lately? They've visited a few times since Jeongguk and Yoongi's wedding three years ago, but it's been quite a while since their last visit.
“Guess,” Yoongi says, entering the room with two steaming mugs, but pausing just far enough awat that Jeongguk can't smell the contents.
Jeongguk purses his lips, serious. “Not hot apple cider—too late in the year for that. Hot cocoa?”
Yoongi shakes his head. “Mint tea. Sorry to disappoint.”
“Actually, I like that better,” Jeongguk says honestly. He takes the offered mug and inhales deeply. Mmm. “What have you been up to today?”
Yoongi joins him on the cough, slinging his legs over Jeongguk's. “Not work stuff, actually. I got our bills paid and finally fixed that issue with the laundry pipe.”
“Really? You didn't call anyone?”
“Nope.” Yoongi pauses. “It did take me literally six hours to fit it back together right, though.”
Laughing, Jeongguk pats his shoulder. “I'm proud of you, my big strong handyman husband.”
Yoongi kisses the corner of his mouth. His breath smells like mint tea. “Package?”
“Yeah.” Jeongguk picks it up and tears the edge open carefully, keeping the box completely intact as he slides the contents out. “Oh, what a surprise.”
Yoongi shakes with laughter. “Another children's book? Damn. This is what, the ninth?” He takes it from Jeongguk's hands and tilts it back and forth, mesmerized by the crowd of children holding balloons as they jump up and down, laughing and talking.
“I'm sure they're making good money,” Jeongguk says, peering over Yoongi's shoulder. “Every kid must want a fairy-made book.”
“True. Well, it's a wholesome use of their powers.”
Jeongguk's mind flicks back to a much more miserable exercise of fairy power and shudders. “Oh, Yoongi, I'm so glad I'm not cursed anymore.”
Yoongi is impossibly attentive—it's one reason why Jeongguk loves him so much. He sets the book down immediately and grabs Jeongguk's hands. “Me too. Nothing like that is ever going to happen to you again, believe me.”
“Don't worry on my behalf.” Jeongguk snuggles up to his husband, resting his head on Yoongi's shoulder. “You know I'm over it.”
“Mhm.” Yoongi lets go of one hand to pet his hair gently. “I know, but I have to be protective of my husband somehow.”
They fall into an easy kind of quiet, broken by the crackling of the fire and the soft sound of their breathing.
“Is Hoseok still coming for lunch tomorrow?” Jeongguk asks.
“Yeah. Oh, I invited Taehyung and Jimin too, is that okay?”
“'Course,” Jeongguk murmurs into his shoulder. “How long have they been dating now? Three years?”
“Closer to two,” Yoongi says thoughtfully. “It took the better part of a year before Jimin would give him the time of day.”
Jeongguk laughs at the memory. “I'm surprised that he didn't give up. Jimin can be pretty damn stubborn.”
“The only reason those two work is that Taehyung is stubborn, too.”
“Fair enough.” Jeongguk adjusts his hand in Yoongi's, the pad of his index finger tracing his husband's wedding ring. “Do you think they'll ever get married?”
“Maybe. I'm sure Taehyung would ask Jimin right now if he had any hope of a positive reply.”
Their conversation is interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing down the hall. Jeongguk pats his pockets, then realizes that it's his phone, still zipped up in his backpack. “Babe,” he whines, sticking his lower lip out. “Can you go get my phone for me?”
“But I'm warm right here,” Yoongi complains, already standing up. “Jesus, the things I do for you.”
Jeongguk laughs. “Hurry up!”
It takes Yoongi oddly long to return from the hallway. By the time he brings Jeongguk his phone, the call has already gone to voicemail. It's not a number he recognizes, and he's about to check the voice message when he catches sight of Yoongi's face.
“Gguk,” Yoongi says gently. “You—you still have this?”
Jeongguk's eyes land on the paper in Yoongi's hand, and his face reddens. “Um.”
“You carry this letter to school with you?” Yoongi asks in awe, unfolding it with utmost care.
Jeongguk knows exactly what it is. It's one of Yoongi's letters from when he was away at business school. But it's not just any letter—it's the letter where Yoongi confessed his feelings.
When he first proposed.
He knows every word of it by heart. It's not that he's embarrassed to show that he cares about Yoongi—of course not, but it's a bit awkward for Yoongi to know that he keeps it with him at all times. It's… well, it's sappy.
“Um,” Jeongguk says again. “Yeah. I… I like having it with me.”
Yoongi's next response is “oh my fucking god,” which Jeongguk is unsure how to take until Yoongi sets the letter down carefully and climbs over to press Jeongguk into the couch cushions with a searing kiss.
Jeongguk loves it when Yoongi kisses him like this—body to body, mouth hot on mouth, like Yoongi is over him and on top of him and everywhere so that Jeongguk can't see or hear or feel anything but him.
“W-what was that for?” Jeongguk stammers when they part.
“For being so utterly perfect.” Another kiss, this time to his forehead. “I can't believe you still have that, much less keep it with you. Do you even know how sweet that is?”
Jeongguk's eyes blow wide. He doesn't really know how to respond to this except— “Love you,” he breathes, leaning up to kiss Yoongi again.
They pull apart, and Yoongi laughs into his neck. “You're something else, love.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jeongguk says, wrapping his arms around his waist. He glances at the table next to them, his eyes falling again on the book that Seokjin and Namjoon had sent. “You know… Seokjin and Namjoon have been sending us a lot of children's books.”
“Mhm.”
“Do you think they're trying to tell us something?”
Yoongi pushes himself up so he can hold Jeongguk's gaze. It's entirely serious for about three seconds before they both burst out laughing.
“Oh, god, us as parents now? Shit, no way,” Yoongi wheezes. “Maybe in like… five years. Seven years.”
“We'll see,” Jeongguk agrees. “Definitely not now. That would be a shitshow.”
“Actually, though,” Yoongi says, suddenly sober. “I have been thinking about something.”
“Thinking about what?”
“Well, on second thought might be time for our family to increase.”
Confused, Jeongguk cocks an eyebrow.
“What if we adopted--”
“Absolutely not--”
“A cat?”
Jeongguk freezes. “Oh,” he says faintly.
They both sit up.
“It might be nice to have a pet,” Yoongi continues slowly. “It could keep us company when we have to work at home.”
Jeongguk blinks. The idea hadn't even occurred to him. “Who will feed it?” he asks, stupified.
“Us. Both of us.”
“What about the litter box?”
“Same answer.”
Jeongguk wrinkles his nose. “I don't like that idea.”
“Come on, love. You could use a little exercise in responsibility.”
Jeongguk frowns, elbowing him in the side. “Hey.”
“No, but really though. We could have a pet all our own! A Min family cat. It could curl up by the fire on nights like this and hiss at us when we make out.”
Jeongguk chokes out a giggle at that. Despite himself, the idea is growing on him. “Maybe. I'll think about it.”
“So yes?”
Jeongguk glares.
Yoongi waits.
“Fine, yes, let's get a cat,” he says, and then they're both rolling off the couch because Yoongi attacks his face with kisses and they lose their balance and tumble into a pile of blankets and cushions and arms and mouths.
“Love you,” Yoongi whispers into his ear as Jeongguk's chest shakes with laughter. “My heart is yours, love.”
“You just want a goddamn cat,” Jeongguk snorts, but he lets Yoongi kiss him silly anyway.