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Jungkook was always thought to be the first one to be married.
— One —
"I didn't expect Jungkook to be dating so early, or to be so bold, to be honest."
Seokjin lowers his phone and turns his head towards Namjoon, who had just come from the makeup room to plop down beside him on the waiting room couch.
Seokjin raises an eyebrow, before quirking his lip up just the smallest amount. "You come out of makeup, and that's the first thing you say to me?"
Namjoon purses his lips, before nodding. "Well, you're the oldest, so I-I just. Are you okay with it?"
Seokjin opens his mouth, before closing it and frowning. "I don't understand. Are you okay with it?"
"Well, of course I am! I just, it doesn't affect you in any way?"
Seokjin pouts in thought, before gently shaking his head. "If you're happy with it Namjoon, then it doesn't affect me at all."
"Then good, I'm glad," Namjoon grins, before standing back up, "I'm going to go check on the others, the concert is starting soon, so make sure you stretch before then."
Seokjin nods, giving Namjoon a thumbs up, and with one final, dimpled smile, Namjoon leaves Seokjin alone on the couch, just like he previously had been. But he didn't return to reading whatever was on his phone; instead he places it beside him.
He interlaces his fingers over his stomach and slides down until he is nearly hanging off the edge of the couch, digging his heels into the ground to keep himself propped up. He purses his lips in thought.
Was he really getting that old?
It was an existential thought, and thinking on it, he realizes that he really is aging faster than he previously had been aware of. It's not that he cares that much about the number, it's just the realization that he's been alive for a long time now, experiencing and doing things that other people would die for.
He smiles absentmindedly at the ceiling. He really likes this life, this type of happiness that he gets to revel in daily, partly his own, partly gifted to him.
He's about to close his eyes when another face pops into his view, and he's forced to keep them open as he stares into the large curious eyes of the person above him. He watches as the edges of the other's eyes crinkle slowly in delight, before they're pulling away and settling snugly into his side, forcing Seokjin to sit back up properly.
"What's got you so clingy today?" Seokjin teases, nudging the younger boy by his side with his elbow.
"I'm not being clingy," Jungkook protests, grabbing Seokjin's hands to gently massage his fingers. Seokjin doesn't protest, only relaxing his fingers to let Jungkook bend and pull them easier.
"I don't know," Seokjin says airily, "I'm usually the one pulling you to my side before a concert. You usually come to me after a concert."
"Well then I guess this will be a new thing then," Jungkook grins, before throwing Seokjin's hand callously back at him, making Seokjin's arm slap against his stomach. Seokjin groans, but lets it fall limp on his stomach.
"Really?" Seokjin whines. "I need that arm you know."
"I'll massage it later."
"You better be massaging my whole body later."
Jungkook playfully scrunches his nose up in thought. "If I'm getting paid."
"No."
"Then no."
"Rude!"
Jungkook only laughs in delight, and it sounds like the chiming of fairy tale bells to Seokjin's ears, so he only smiles fondly at Jungkook as the other tries to reign in his composure.
"So," Jungkook moves to sit crosslegged facing him on the couch, careful of where he was placing his shoes as to not stain the white leather, "what were you thinking about before I came? You looked pretty deep in thought."
Seokjin furrows his eyebrows, before he raises them up in understanding. "My life."
"Sounds boring."
"You share the same life I do!"
"Ah, fair, but my life is anything but boring. Continue."
"You know, Namjoon visited me before you came."
Jungkook's eyes peaked with interest, like they always do whenever Namjoon was involved. It was kind of adorable really. Namjoon doesn't see it, because he's as dense as a rock in those types of things, so Seokjin has made it his mission to tell him whenever it happens in private.
"What did he say?"
"That he was surprised you were the youngest and dating so soon."
Jungkook frowns a bit. "I'm not a child."
"I don't think that was what he was hinting at, since he followed straight after with the question of me being the oldest, and how I wasn't affected by it."
Jungkook's expression morphs into one of confusion. "Oh? Oh."
Seokjin nods. "And that's about it, but I'm not shocked. You are Jeon Jungkook after all, you could practically woo anyone you want, and they'd fall for you regardless. I'm kind of threatened."
Jungkook snorts. "I could say the same about you."
Seokjin waves him off, a small smile gracing his lips as he hoists himself off the couch. He stretches his arms above his head before turning back around to face Jungkook, only to catch him staring at Seokjin with an expression of pure astonishment, with his doe eyes blown wide and mouth slightly parted, like he had just finished climbing the tallest mountain and was taking in the view.
Seokjin's heart quivers.
When their eyes meet, Jungkook's entire face scrunches up into a grin, before he also stands up.
"Namjoon went to check on the others, so he's probably still in the dressing room," Seokjin informs him. "I'm gonna go stretch."
Seokjin is about to turn away when Jungkook's voice cuts him off, stopping him in his tracks and forcing his attention back on him.
"I could woo anyone I wanted, but I," Jungkook's head turns in the general direction of the dressing room, where Seokjin could barely make out Namjoon standing in front of the door from the corner of his eye, before turning his head to meet Seokjin's eyes again, a sickening type of affection that was hard for Seokjin to decipher on his own, "I think I found the perfect person already, and I don't think I want anybody else."
Seokjin swallows, and nods, before reaching a hand up to ruffle Jungkook's hair. Jungkook receives the gesture warmly, oblivious to the storm brewing in Seokjin's chest. "I'm glad, now go run off to find Namjoon."
Jungkook tilts his head in confusion, before nodding and walking off.
Seokjin watches him as he leaves, the energy draining out of his bones as he looks down at the hand that had been ruffling Jungkook's hair. He gently closes it into a fist, before walking away, a new type of adrenaline filling his veins as he walks off towards the break room of the venue.
He thinks, he doesn't really know what to do.
—
The thought wasn't always there. They hadn't even thought about it in their earlier years, but somewhere down the line, they started thinking about what they would do in the next chapter of their lives. Their current chapter was overwhelming for sure, a tidal wave of euphoria that they would want to drown in, but life moves on, and there was always the presence of 'what if'.
So the notion of Jungkook being the first to marry spawned, and now they couldn't really deny it.
— Two —
Seokjin strums his guitar lightly, before the sound is interrupted by Taehyung swinging open the door to his room and running in to jump onto Seokjin's bed, where he bounces lightly before settling down on the soft material of the blanket with a loud groan.
Seokjin watches owlishly from his desk, his fingers paused mid-strum as blinks at the man on his bed.
Jimin strolls in only a few seconds later with an exasperated look on his face, before turning to smile brightly at Seokjin.
"What happened?" Seokjin inquires quietly, leaning his guitar against the side of his desk.
"Jungkook is refusing to bring back some snacks from the market on his nightly walk, so now Tae's upset," Jimin explains.
"How else are we supposed to watch the movie?" Taehyung asks, turning over to glare lightly at the ceiling.
"With an actual meal?" Jimin asks obviously.
"But you don't like eating anything heavy after six."
Jimin frowns, before moving across the room to sit beside Taehyung on the bed. "I'll make an exception this time, okay? Just cook lightly for me tomorrow."
Taehyung eyes Jimin warily, and Jimin shoots him a reassuring smile. It doesn't take Taehyung long to give in.
"Okay, only if you're okay with it. I'll go make something then," Taehyung smiles.
"Where is Jungkook by the way?" Seokjin asks with a furrow on his brow.
Taehyung's smile turns into a devious one, before spinning around to face Seokjin with a flourish. "On a date."
Seokjin only stares at him with a bemused expression.
"You may think I'm joking," Taehyung raises his hands in defense, "but I'm really not."
"Who's he on a date with?"
Taehyung shrugs. "Who else? In the dead of night with an existential crisis on his shoulders."
"Namjoon," Seokjin smiles.
"Stop teasing him," Jimin rolls his eyes in amusement, before standing up to push Taehyung and himself out of Seokjin's room. "Don't worry hyung, Tae's only joking."
"I wish I was," was Tae's final response before the door closes behind them, leaving Seokjin alone in his room.
Seokjin's shoulders slump a bit, and he blows some air out of his mouth, before moving to the bed. He crashes down on his pillow, and randomly grabs at a stuffed animal on his bed before tucking it into his arms and curling around it. He closes his eyes, and fights down a wave of nausea building in his throat.
Time passes, and the sinking feeling in his heart only intensifies the longer he stays painfully awake. He turns over on his bed to stare at the ceiling, where the blinding light of the bulbs above him stabs at his peripheral vision.
He becomes aware of his heartbeat, and how the slow, successive beats echoes around his head.
He closes his eyes.
He feels hopeless.
—
Despite all those thoughts, they knew Jungkook wouldn't ever be the first one to make a move on whoever he was taking an interest in, but no matter what, he would have to be. It's what they always teased him with.
But they didn't come up with the notion of Jungkook being the first to marry because he was more reclusive just to tease him. It was his charm.
Sure, they each had their individual type of charm, each one being unique and fitting for each of their personalities, but Jungkook's type of charm was one of youth. He felt refreshing, his cool fingers reaching deep into the recesses of a soul to wake even the most closed off areas of exuberance.
— Three —
"So, Jungkook proposed."
Seokjin blinks, before nodding at Yoongi, who was sitting across from him on the dining table and sipping nonchalantly from a cup that Seokjin was sure was just filled with water. So why was he drinking it like it was some high class tea?
"You're not going to say anything about it?" Yoongi frowns, placing his cup down as gentle as he could.
Seokjin tilts his head to the side. "Why would I say anything about it?"
Yoongi shrugs, meeting Seokjin's eyes dead on. "I don't know, I just thought you'd be more, on the reluctant side."
Seokjin gnaws on his bottom lip for a moment, before shaking his head and lowering his head back down to read the book in his hands. "I don't have any qualms about it."
"You're really not going to say anything about it? You might never get another chance," Yoongi says quietly, but Seokjin could hear the hesitance in his voice.
Seokjin sighs, and lowers his book to look back up into Yoongi's eyes. "He's proposed. There's no going back on that. I can't change anything about it anymore."
Yoongi furrows his eyebrows and frowns, before nodding and standing up, seemingly deciding that leaving Seokjin alone to read his book in peace was the best option.
"Namjoon's a lucky man," Yoongi adds as an afterthought, and Seokjin nods with little hesitation.
"He really is," Seokjin agrees, but his tone sounds subdued even to his own ears.
Yoongi reaches over to place a hand on his shoulder, for what though, Seokjin doesn't know. Maybe he does know, he just doesn't want to acknowledge it. Not at this point, when he was so adamant to forget.
Seokjin keeps his head down, so he can only feel and hear it as Yoongi leaves, the other's hand sliding off his shoulder and his footsteps echoing throughout the kitchen until they fade completely.
Seokjin breathes in, and then lets it out.
—
Jungkook was always thought to be the first one to be married.
— Four —
"He's so cheesy, why is he mailing out wedding invitations when it's only going to a private family invitation and we already know all the details?" Hoseok remarks, but the proud smile on his face as he turns the golden card over in his hands is unmistakable.
Seokjin huffs out a small air of laughter, but the joy doesn't reach his stomach as he runs his fingers over the card, feeling the lace that was glued on the front under the pads of his thumbs.
"Are you excited?" Hoseok asks, the bright smile still not leaving has face as he looks up to face Seokjin.
Seokjin only nods and smiles, and he raises his head to meet Hoseok's vibrant expression as best as he could. He probably wasn't as convincing as he thought, because as soon as he makes eye contact, Hoseok's expression turns into one of concern.
"You're not," Hoseok states, like he knows that it's an absolute fact, even if Seokjin had done his best to mask that exact revelation.
"Am I really that transparent?" Seokjin asks, his face only falling into a solemn smile.
Hoseok only continues staring at him concern, and Seokjin forces himself to tear his eyes away from Hoseok's stare, fearing that judgement would soon cloud those eyes. He knows Hoseok wouldn't ever judge him, but his own mind is clouding with thoughts that he would rather not project onto the person across from him.
"Do you want to talk about it? Or a distraction? Or just," Hoseok places a hand on Seokjin's shoulder, "some alone time?"
Seokjin sucks in a breath of air and nods. "I think that last one would be nice."
Hoseok pats his shoulder, and stands up to make his way towards the door of Seokjin's apartment, one that he had purchased earlier in his lifetime, and was now living in.
"If you need anything, don't hesitate to call. I'll be right over," Hoseok reassures, and Seokjin shoots him one last smile before he leaves.
Seokjin's smile immediately falls, and he turns his attention back to the card in his hands. He runs his hand over the lace on the front one more time before flipping it open.
The interior of the card is simple. A solid white background with an embossed message printed on the right side.
To the joining of two families, two hearts, into one.
He skips over the first name, and looks at the second one printed on that page.
Jeon Jungkook.
It's beautiful, the gold lettering that was glistening underneath the light. Seokjin can't help the small hopeless smile that pulls at his lips as he runs his index finger over the name.
He looks back up at the first name printed above Jungkook's, and he can only stare at it for a second before his heart completely falls to his stomach like a rock. He does his best to read the name out loud, so he can get used to it.
"Kim-"
He can't even finish it, before he's shutting the card. He takes a deep breath in, and closes his eyes. Tears that he hadn't even known were formed slid down his cheeks, and he's forced to bring the card up to cover his eyes, fearing that someone could walk in any moment to find him crying.
He lets out small whine, and that's as much noise as he makes before he's curling into himself.
—
Jungkook was always thought to be the first one to be married.
Seokjin just wishes he was prepared for when it actually happened.
— One —
He thinks, he doesn't really know what to do.
He doesn't make it a step farther until there's someone crashing into his back, a pair of arms wrapping themselves tightly around his waist as they both stumble forward.
"Hey-!" Seokjin yelps out as he straightens his arms out beside hin an attempt to steady his footing. "What are yo-"
A pair of soft lips on his neck makes him falter in his words, and he's stunned into silence as they pull away.
"Good luck out there," Jungkook says softly, and Seokjin can feel his face and ears heating up as he slowly hikes his shoulders up to his ears.
Jungkook giggles quietly, before he kisses the back of Seokjin's neck again, gives his waist one last squeeze, and pulls away. Seokjin whirls around and reaches up to slap a hand over his neck, right where Jungkook had kissed it, and watches as Jungkook bounds his way back to his initial destination, the dressing room, where Namjoon was watching the two with a proud smile on his face.
Seokjin's face burns for the next ten minutes.
— Two —
He feels hopeless, because it's been over six hours since Seokjin had seen Jungkook. He curses that boy really, because he feels like Jungkook had classical conditioned him into needing to feel his presence beside him at all times.
Seokjin chuckles, and thinks that's not really the case. He loves Jungkook, and that's all he knows, whatever feelings he experiences that align with that thought is what it is.
They've been busy for a while now, and all he wishes for now is some quality alone time. Guess he'll have to wait.
He falls into a dreamless sleep, only to be woken up hours later when someone slips into his bed and wrap their arms around his waist, spooning him from behind.
Seokjin quints his eyes open to find the room basked in darkness, and he shuffles a bit to try to read the time on the clock.
"It's midnight," Jungkook answers softly from behind him. "Sorry if I woke you up."
Seokjin shakes his head, and tries his best to turn around, letting go of his stuffed animal just so he can turn around easier. Jungkook opens his arms up to let him do so until Seokjin faces him completely with a smile.
Seokjin wraps his arms around Jungkook's waist, and Jungkook only chuckles as he readjusts his arms around Seokjin's shoulders.
"No stuffed animal tonight?"
Seokjin hums as he shuts his eyes and buries his head into Jungkook's collarbone. "I think I can forgo it just for one night. But only tonight. It wasn't helping me sleep anyways."
"Really? You seem knocked out when I came in."
"But I woke up just as easily didn't I?"
"I think it's just because you have me on your personal radar."
"Then how did I not notice you coming in, hm?"
"Fair fair. Now shut up and sleep."
"Yeah okay," Seokjin nods, but that only lasts for a full minute before he's opening his mouth again. "How was your 'date'?"
Jungkook groans, and tightens his hold around Seokjin's shoulders. "Please don't embarrass me like this."
Seokjin giggles, and shakes his head fast enough so that Jungkook can feel Seokjin's hair scraping roughly against his chin.
It wasn't exactly a date, but the first time it had happened, was when Jungkook was having an internal crisis about his crush on Seokjin, and had asked Namjoon out of the apartment for advice because one, he trusted Namjoon with that type of love advice. Two, he didn't want that secret spilling out and having the rest of the group ruin it for him.
When they had come back at 1 AM in the morning, with the rest of the group sitting patiently on the couch waiting for them, Jungkook had impulsively blurted out that it was a date.
Jungkook did eventually correct himself after he had gained the courage to ask out Seokjin, but it came at the price of the other members calling it a 'date', whenever Jungkook asked Namjoon out for advice.
"You going to tell me or what?" Seokjin asked.
"No," Jungkook replied absentmindedly before pressing a kiss into Seokjin's hair. "No I don't think I will."
Seokjin rolls his eyes, but relents anyways.
"Goodnight then, you secretive loser."
"Goodnight, you loser who wishes he knew what was going on."
"That's quite a long name."
"But it's your name."
— Three —
Seokjin breathes in, and then lets it out.
He's about to go back to reading his book when Yoongi pops back around the corner, clinging onto the wall with only his head in view. "You sure you're not upset?"
Seokjin lets out a small yelp, before he throws his book in Yoongi's general direction. Yoongi's eyes widen a fraction of a second before slipping behind the wall, where the book bounces off and falls onto the floor with a thud.
"For the last time," Seokjin calls out, "I'm not mad Jungkook proposed to me first!"
Yoongi steps out from behind the corner and leans his entire body against the wall, deeming it safe to bare his entire body in plain sight now that Seokjin has no more ammunition in his hands. "But you planned everything out and put extra effort into the surprise. You're really going to let him propose first, with the help of Namjoon I might add, that lucky bastard, without saying anything?"
"Of course I am," Seokjin replies curtly, pushing himself up to pick up his book from where it lay on the floor.
Yoongi watches him as he does so, not even bothering to bat an eye.
"Besides," Seokjin straightens up with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "I'm proposing next week. He's not gonna know what hit him."
Yoongi laughs, and pats Seokjin's shoulder. "There's the answer I was looking for."
— Four —
Kim Seokjin.
The name embossed onto the card above Jungkook's.
Sometimes Seokjin thinks it wasn't even real. The wedding invitations were actually his idea, because he wanted to make sure that what was happening was real, but Jungkook took all the pretense for it, because he knew how embarrassed Seokjin felt about it.
Seokjin didn't really need to feel embarrassed, but he did. Maybe because the cards were like a way of showing off, that Jungkook really was his, but it's not like anyone besides their friends and family would know. Still, he wanted it to be known, however far he could reach without any repercussions.
It was real, and he didn't think he would ever stop being emotional about it.
A pair of arms wrap themselves around Seokjin's neck from behind, and Seokjin opens his eyes just in time to catch the sparkle of a silver band before it disappears around his shoulders
"Are you okay?"
Jungkook's soft voice ripples gently into his ears, and he feels himself calming down within an instant. Jungkook felt like a drug, one that calmed him down from all of his highs, even if Jungkook was the cause of most of those highs.
Seokjin wipes at his nose with the base of his sleeve, and cracks out a quiet 'I'm fine'.
Jungkook lets out a huff of laughter, and tightens his hold around Seokjin's neck, bringing his chin down to lean on Seokjin's shoulder so he could nuzzle his cheek into Seokjin's.
"Sounds fake but okay."
Seokjin snorts and reaches up to push Jungkook's face away from his, but Jungkook is stronger than Seokjin feels at the moment, nor was Seokjin even trying. Jungkook still takes offense though.
"Is that really how you're treating your soon-to-be-husband? I'm hurt," Jungkook pouts.
Seokjin laughs, and pushes away Jungkook away to lead him around the couch and onto his lap. Jungkook grins as he straddles Seokjin's lap, and Seokjin could only beam brightly up at him as he wraps his arms around Jungkook's waist, the wedding card still hanging loosely between his fingers.
Jungkook cups Seokjin's face lightly in his hands, and he leans down to press his lips gently against Seokjin's nose. Seokjin only closes his eyes, and basks in the feeling.
When Jungkook pulls away, Seokjin opens his eyes to stare up at him, the same twinkle in his eye never disappearing.
"You know," Seokjin smiles, "you were always thought to be the first one to be married."
Jungkook chuckles as he runs his thumb across Seokjin's cheeks. "I know."
"I just wish I was better prepared, because I didn't expect for me to be the one getting the honor."
Jungkook's face morphs into one of adoration, and Seokjin can recognize it, from catching Jungkook stare at him with the same expression multiple times, where his eyes go soft, and the edges of them crinkle just the tiniest bit, and the soft but wide smile that consumes his lips. It's beautiful.
Jungkook is beautiful.
"You are too. You are beautiful," Jungkook whispers, and closes his eyes as he leans his forehead on Seokjin's. Seokjin follows suit, shutting his eyes in content. "And the honor, is all mine."