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namjoon opened the door and found seokjin sitting on the sofa, a wad of tissue on his hand. he felt his heart dropped.
oh god, he was crying.
and oh, god , he thought. so pretty , he thought.
the red flushed skin under seokjin's eyes and on the tip of his nose, the grabby hands seokjin made telling namjoon to come to him-
namjoon walked. he walked and walked to the couch where seokjin sat on that seemed so far away from the entrance. he dropped his bag somewhere along the way but he just didn’t bother to care. he almost threw himself into seokjin’s embrace when fortunately, seokjin’s hand reached him just right in time to pulled him in.
“what happened?” namjoon couldn’t hide the panic in his tone.
“hansung...,” seokjin nuzzled on namjoon’s chest after he sat beside him, immediately hugging the younger’s waist tight.
namjoon clenched his jaw. well, whoever the hell that hansung is, he clearly made a big mistake for making his seokjin cry—
“hansung died...”
—……oh…
“…im really sorry to hear that babe…,” namjoon said gently. he still has no idea who hansung is. maybe his old friend? a colleague from work? someone he knew in the past? but he hugged him back, kissing the top of seokjin's head and squeeze his shoulder lightly. “he’s in a better place now,” namjon added, trying to console him.
seokjin let out a small whimper.
“he’s my favorite character in this series... how dare he dies before this series ends,” he answered, voice muffled against joon’s chest.
namjoon turned his head to the tv. he saw some guys in hanbok, with a traditional Korean house; hanok as the background, and someone seemed like dying in there. probably that hansung guy.
“uhh, yeah…how dare he,” he said in low tone while caressing seokjin’s back, suppressing his emotion. but seokjin still whining. namjoon kissed the latter's temple so many times to calm him down. “shh.. it’s okay baby, its just an acting”
they continued to stay like that for awhile until the drama over. seokjin refused to let joon go, he said he need his mental-carer. namjoon obliged. he was only allowed to go to get a glass of water for himself and seokjin, didn't even change his clothes because seokjin already forced him to cuddle. then again, namjoon happily obliged.
they're watching a romance comedy drama right now, to erase the sad memory from the series seokjin watched before. namjoon peeked at seokjin’s face that rested on top of his chest to check if he felt better now. the tip of his nose was still a little red, but then he saw him laughing when a funny scene appeared on the screen.
namjoon hugged his seokjin a little tighter, he inhaled the scent of his hair deeply. seokjin shifted a little as a response, then just hugged namjoon back in silence.
“i love you,” namjoon said.
he can see the the latter’s bread cheekies swelling from his position. seokjin was smiling.
“i know,” he said. “i can feel your heartbeat”
namjoon squeezed his hug even tighter from before, making seokjin laugh. “you’re going to crush me”
“that's for not answering my confession with ‘i love you too’,” joon’s voice muffled inside jin’s hair. seokjin laughed, he jokingly cried for help.
“what confession?” seokjin asked. face turned red, still laughing. “we’re married, joonie. of course i know you love me.”
he even gently grabbed seokjin’s cheeks to face him, so his eyes could meet that puffy eyes with still reddish skin under them. namjoon kissed both of seokjin’s eyes at first, making the latter laugh. he’s still so beautiful.
but then namjoon continued peppering his husband with kisses all over his face as a form of protest. “say it back,” namjoon threatened in the middle of it.
seokjin giggled. “okay, okay, stop it! i love you!”
too bad, namjoon didn't stop. with one big move, he took advantage of it and flipped over the position so now seokjin laid between his arms, trapped underneath his body. he then continued attacking him with kisses until his husband’s laughter echoed throughout the entire room, putting a big smile on his own face. it made him more eager to kiss seokjin unapologetically. when all of the sudden, seokjin grabbed namjoon’s face to kiss him back as revenge.
it didn't last long enough though. the kissing fight slowly turned into giggles, to some sweet pecks on each other’s lips, to the point they stopped and just staring at each other.
seokjin reached for namjoon’s messy hair and ran his fingers there, while the other hand stayed on his cheek, caressing it very lovingly. namjoon could see his husband’s cheeks flushed pink, with his neck and ears bright red now. they both stayed silent for awhile, busy adoring each other’s view.
“thank you for coming home just right in time,” seokjin finally talked. namjoon took one of jin’s hands to kiss his palm, then inhaled deeply to its scent.
there are million reasons that made joon loves the person in front of him right now. but for tonight, it was the blush on his skin that made joon’s heart fluttered. a sight that only namjoon could see. his sweet voice, and his clingy side that seokjin only showed to him and himself only. hair a little bit messy, and his red lips that were a bit swollen because of kissing him and being kissed by him— gosh, years after marriage yet the butterflies inside his stomach still seemed unable to shut up.
"you're so lovely," namjoon said, “i could kiss you nonstop,” which was totally out of topic, but who the hell cares? his husband looked so beautiful under him and he meant every word in his sentence.
the latter giggled as his cheeks blushed even redder. seokjin hit namjoon’s chest playfully, telling him to shut up and continued, “the show is over, ugh…i missed the ending again…go take a shower first and then let's go to sleep.”
namjoon smiled, and nodded. he left a big smooch for his husband for the last time that night and said “wait for me,” then get up from the couch, heading to the bathroom.
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namjoon stepped out of bathroom after he finished drying his hair and found seokjin already curled up on their bed.
he walked closer, trying to make the least sound possible. he was afraid that the slightest sound could wake seokjin up. namjoon reached the bad and lay down next to him and watched his husband’s face closely.
he must be sleepy from crying.
namjoon slid one arm under seokjin’s neck to hug him in his sleep. he pressed a light kiss on seokjin’s forehead and whispered “good night,” to his ears while caressing his caramel colored hair on his temple very lovingly. joon’s heart felt so mushy when his beloved husband nuzzled into the large, warm palm of his hand. namjoon kissed seokjin’s eyes again and pulled him closer to his embrace. he huffed.
hansung… that bastard , namjoon said in his mind. how dare he made my seokjin cry ..
that was the last thought namjoon had before he followed his husband to sleep.
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