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Jungkook rustles softly on the large bed, his dark hair spread out on the pillow like a messed up halo. He yawns lightly, stretching his limp muscles. A warm ray of sunshine illuminates on his face, making him scrunch his nose, eyes going shut as a reflex.
He turns to his side, only to be met by broad, tanned skin. Right. He's not alone. His husband is resting peacefully right beside him, soft sighs leaving his mouth as he dreams. The fluffy, white covers contrast his skin beautifully.
He smiles, last night's memories flooding in his mind and settling onto his cheeks in the form of a deep blush. He sits up a little, his--- namjoon's--- shirt falling off of his shoulders, barely, but, enough to reveal a short trailer that leads to inches of smooth skin.
He raises his hand and moves Namjoon's blonde fringe out of his eyes. Chuckling to himself, jungkook decides his husband is in desperate need for a haircut. A decent one, not like the hurried ones he had had before.
Slowly moving the blanket off of his lower body, he gets out of the bed, his movements light and concentrated, hoping to not wake Namjoon up. After so long, he has gotten some time off work. Jungkook doesn't want to ruin his peace.
He moves towards the windows, and peeks slowly from where the ray of sun is seeping into the room, lightening up the royal blue blinds.
Mauritius, is a nice city.
Jungkook decides as he eyes the restless people going about their day in cars and bikes, lighting up the city as if it needs to be any more brightened. The sun is scalding hot and jungkook feels as if he can hear the excited chatters all the way up to their hotel room floor.
Smiling, he turns around, effectively knocking a wooden vase off the stand. He cringes at the loud sound and quickly crouches down to pick it up. Thankfully, it isn't broken. Perks of keeping plywood vases instead of ceramic ones. Jungkook just hopes he didn't wake namjoon up.
That hope doesn't get to blossom, however, since the bed creaks a bit when namjoon squirms around, clenching his eyes as he groans, the loud sound must've been unpleasant to his overly sensitive ears. Obviously.
"What's going on?", namjoon asks in that deep voice of his that jungkook has come to love more than anything. It's a little scratchy from sleep but other than that, it's raspy enough to give him goosebumps. It's perfect, oh so perfect.
"Nothing. Go back to sleep", jungkook says when he snaps out of his thoughts. "What are you doing on the floor, bun?", namjoon asks softly, struggling to keep his eyes open. "Nothing, baby. Go back to sleep", jungkook repeats himself, smiling as he does.
Namjoon makes a sound that sounds vaguely like a whine. "Come here. 'm cold", he pouts, lower lip protruding as far as he can let it out. Jungkook just knows he would've made those big, shiny puppy eyes if only he wasn't still so damn sleepy.
"You have the blankets, love", jungkook teases, ready for another complain. It doesn't come, though. Instead, namjoon makes an annoyed face and flops back down on the mattress, turning his back to jungkook with an exaggerated huff.
Jungkook rolls his eyes. His husband sure is a dramatic man. Standing up, he makes his way to his side of bed, slowly climbing up on the white sheets. "Joonie", he whispers into Namjoon's ear, his long hair falling on the older's cheek.
"Joonie, baby, love, sweetheart, darling, sexy---", "Okay, okay. I'm not mad anymore", namjoon whines and sits up, caging jungkook in his arms. Jungkook moves a little to get himself comfortable.
"Don't use weird nicknames so early in the morning", namjoon grumbles but he's smiling, eyes still comfortably shut. Jungkook grins. "Why not? You're sexy. My husband is the sexiest man alive!", he announces loudly and namjoon groans, eyes going wide and cheeks stained a deep red.
"Oh my god, you're so cheesy", namjoon complains, hiding his face in Jungkook's neck. Jungkook kisses the crown of his head. "And you're sexy", he teases, only for namjoon to whine again.
"You're the sexy one. Look at these legs", namjoon counters and brushes the back of his knuckles on Jungkook's smooth, shaved leg. The younger shivers. "You were so hot last night. I'm sure everyone heard me", namjoon adds, pressing a kiss to his neck.
Jungkook makes an embarassed noise. "Don't say it like that. It's so...". Namjoon raises an amused eyebrow. "Why're you so embarrassed now? You were so dominant yesterday. Don't you remember making me cry?", he asks further, adding oil to the fire that is Jungkook's embarrassment.
"I'll make you cry again tonight if you don't shut up", jungkook says and immediately gets off of Namjoon's lap, swiftly pushing him back on the bed and climbing on top of him.
"Bold of you to assume I wouldn't love that", namjoon smirks, sending him a wink. Jungkook gasps. His husband really is shameful. "You're so...", jungkook trails off and pins Namjoon's hands on the pillow above his head.
"Weird. I know", namjoon says and his smirk turns into a contented smile, his dimples only deepening. Jungkook shakes his head. "Beautiful", he whispers and kisses his forehead. "Talented", a kiss to his cheek. "Smart", another kiss to the corner of his eye. "Caring", another to his neck. "Perfect", a soft one to his nose.
"Mine", with that, jungkook connects their lips, slowly but eagerly tasting all of Namjoon's mouth, letting himself savour the flavours that seem vaguely like mint. Neither of them have bad breaths, a bonus point that ensures extra good morning kisses. Take notes.
"Yours", namjoon says in a hushed tone, letting himself be kissed sleepily. Jungkook smiles sweetly and lays down on Namjoon's body, his upper form resting on Namjoon's chest and lower torso slightly off his legs so that he doesn't put too much of his weight on the older.
"I'm so glad Yugyeom and Jaebum are getting married so soon. At least I have an excuse to be like this with you", namjoon says as jungkook wraps his arm around him, holding him close.
"You mean it gives you an excuse to get cozy with me?", jungkook raises an eyebrow. Namjoon chuckles as he nods, softly pinching Jungkook's scrunched up nose. "Now that's a lie and we both know that. You literally don't stop touching me when we're home", jungkook says haughtily.
"Hey, you aren't any better!", namjoon exclaims as if he has been betrayed. "Never said I am, love", jungkook says and laughs when namjoon flops him down on the mattress and hits his head with a pillow, careful to not actually hurt him.
"Oh so you gonna be like that. Fine", jungkook says and picks up a pillow, too. Aiming it nicely, he throws it at namjoon when he's turned backwards, effectively hitting his butt.
Namjoon turns around, shocked. His face heats up, a flush already forming on his cheeks, even reddening his dimples. "That's not fair!", Namjoon whines and stomps his legs on the ground as if he is a toddler.
Jungkook jumps on the bed and goes to namjoon, opening his arms around the older and then caging him in his embrace. "You complain too much", he says as he pecks Namjoon's lips.
"But you love me", Namjoon says, flipping his non existent long hair.
"You bet I do", jungkook replies, resting his forehead on Namjoon's. He stares deeply into his eyes and then he realizes.
Namjoon is only in his boxers.
"Wait, can you please dress up?", he asks, fast and breathless. "Why?", namjoon frowns. "Because I won't be able to control myself then. We can't attend the wedding with you on a wheelchair", jungkook replies, licking his lower lip.
"Oh god", namjoon groans, clearly flustered. Jungkook moves his hand from Namjoon's back all the way down to his hips, caressing slowly, eliciting little sounds from the older. He moves his head to capture Namjoon's lips when---
"Room service!"
And Jungkook groans while namjoon laughs, hurrying to get dressed up.
Jungkook watches fondly as namjoon rummages through their bag to find decent clothes. Namjoon throws a tee and jeans towards him and he catches them easily.
And jungkook doesn't need to say the words in his heart for namjoon to know but he does anyway.
"I love you".