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Seokjin always gets up first.
Anytime he and Yoongi share a bed, it’s always been like that. It doesn’t matter if he sleeps last or if Yoongi’s alarm is the one to wake them up, Seokjin will always be the first to rise.
When they first started dating in university, Seokjin hated this fact with a passion.
Yoongi would always take the earliest classes possible in order to work later in the day. Seokjin didn’t need to be up for hours, yet it unofficially became his job to wake Yoongi up with a gentle shake and a few kisses for good luck.
This continued when Yoongi began studying for the bar exam. Late-night study sessions with a mountain of flashcards and greasy take-out became the norm for Yoongi, and Seokjin would always be there to wake him up with some coffee and extra encouragement for the day.
The worst of it was definitely during the paralegal years. Even shrouded in the darkness of their room, Seokjin could see the dark circles pooling under Yoongi’s eyes and the way his hair lost its shine. It was probably the most stressful time of Yoongi’s life, and Seokjin’s heart clenched in sadness every time he saw his lover tired and overworked.
All in all, Seokjin used to hate being the one to wake up first. But now, a few years into their marriage, he can’t help but feel so grateful.
Every morning, the first sight he sees is Yoongi- and what a breathtaking sight that is. His pale skin against the blue sheets like the foam that crowns each crest of a wave. His pink lips looking so kissable in the early morning light. His round cheeks pillowing his long lashes, the wispy hair brushing delicately along his skin.
Waking up first also gives Seokjin time to find Yoongi’s ring.
It started on their honeymoon. Yoongi can’t sleep properly with anything besides underwear on- jewelry included. So, the next morning after their wedding, Seokjin took the gold ring from the nightstand, knelt down on the ground with a cup of hot chocolate in his other hand, and asked, “Will you marry me?”
Yoongi rolled his eyes at the cheesy gesture, but his smile -all gums and sunshine- gave away just how much he loved it.
So, Seokjin did it again.
And again.
And again.
Every day on their romantic getaway, he’d find new or creative ways to propose to his husband.
One morning, he asked the ski resort for some help finding flowers and woke Yoongi up by tracing the velvety petals across the love marks blooming all over Yoongi’s skin. After popping the question, Seokjin drew them a bath filled to the brim with the very same flowers. He didn’t realize how different it would feel after marriage, but the sensation of his fiancé (no- his husband) touching him with a ring on his finger made Seokjin shiver despite the steamy floral-scented air.
The next morning he asked with breakfast, and the day after that was with a massage that had quite the happy ending.
Seokjin honestly didn’t plan to keep the tradition going. But that first morning back home, Yoongi shyly pressed the ring into Seokjin’s palm- cheek’s flushed bright pink- and he said, “You’re not gonna ask?”
Seokjin laughed. Pure, unadulterated joy spread across his face knowing that his little stunt was so loved by his husband. And so, he continued it every day.
Sometimes he’d pull out all the stops just like their honeymoon: flowers and pastries, or fancy gifts and loud proclamations of love.
Other times it was just a quick slip of the ring on Yoongi’s finger. Their lips barely brushing against each other before Yoongi scrambled to get out the door.
And sometimes, it’s days like today. Days where Seokjin wakes simply because his body says it’s time and not because there’s somewhere to be. Where all the hours of the day blend and flow like honey. Where he doesn’t even realize it’s already noon because there’s no reason for them to get up before then.
Yeah, these days are his favorite.
Usually, Seokjin will just scroll through his phone until Yoongi wakes or get a head start on brunch, but today, he’s more than eager for his husband’s company. Yoongi’s firm took on a massive case; one of the biggest they’ve seen in years. That, unfortunately, meant way too long in the office and not enough time with Seokjin.
Of course, he understands. There’s no way they could have lasted in a relationship this long without that basis. But Seokjin is only human, and he’s not ashamed of being needy sometimes.
He hums a tune before singing gently- his voice airy and light. His long fingers find home in Yoongi’s hair, brushing it through and massaging his scalp.
“Mmm,” Yoongi moans, chasing Seokjin’s touch.
“Morning, baby. Time to wake up,” Seokjin bends down, kissing each of Yoongi’s still-closed eyelids.
Yoongi’s face scrunches up in displeasure, “No.”
Seokjin tries a different approach. He moves to get the ring from his bedside drawer, “Yoongi-yah, will you marry me?”
“No,” Yoongi repeats, turning to the other side and crawling under the sheets.
Seokjin rolls his eyes. While he did marry the love of his life, the apple of his eye, whatever other cliches you could think of, he also married a certified Brat.
Seokjin puts the ring back with a huff before pulling the comforter up and off Yoongi’s curled-up self, “Come on, is that any way to treat your husband?”
“M’not your husband before ten a.m,” Yoongi mumbles, rubbing his eyes now to adjust to the light.
“Good,” Seokjin slinks over Yoongi, pushing the younger’s back down into the mattress, “because it’s not ten, it’s twelve.”
He leans down, pressing their lips together in a spine-tingling kiss. Yoongi doesn’t kiss back immediately- all his joints are still stiff and achy without stretching. But after a good second or two, Seokjin feels Yoongi relax, his body releasing every bit of tension before slowing building it back up. One of his hands glides up Seokjin’s chest before resting on his neck, fingers firmly pressing into the warm skin.
Seokjin gasps, letting his husband’s tongue lick into his mouth with slow, syrupy kisses.
When he pulls back, there’s a glint in Yoongi’s eyes- something mischievous playing under the curtain of his dark lashes.
“I’m still not your husband,” Yoongi smirks, his tone skillfully relaxed and apathetic from years of training in court.
“Excuse me? It’s past ten.”
“Well, there’s no ring on this finger,” Yoongi reminds him by holding up a hand and wiggling his fingers as a taunt.
“There would be if you let me,” Seokjin pointedly reminds him.
Yoongi chuckles, “But that’s just too easy, Jinnie hyung.”
“Yoongi, please,” Seokjin begs, voice cracking in his desperation.
That wipes the smile off Yoongi’s face immediately.
Seokjin’s not crying, but Yoongi comforts him like he is anyways. His hand tracks the silhouette of Seokjin’s body before resting on his waist, and he leans forward to press tender kisses to the underside of Seokjin’s jaw.
“What’s wrong?” Yoongi asks, voice bleeding with concern.
“I miss you,” Seokjin admits.
Yoongi smiles at him, teeth glimmering like the first rays of sun in the morning, “I’m right here, though.”
Seokjin shakes his head. God, he’s so in love with the man beside him, “Okay, fine. I’ve missed you.”
Yoongi’s eyes soften with the confession, “I’ve missed you too.”
Seokjin pouts, exaggerating the purse of his lips, “Kiss me, and I’ll believe you.”
Yoongi straddles Seokjin before joining their lips once more. This time it’s more careful, their lips moving together almost shyly. Both of them are smiling into the kiss, too busy giggling to go any further.
Seokjin lets a hand wander back into Yoongi’s hair, pulling at the strands to elicit a soft whine from Yoongi’s lips.
“Hyung,” Yoongi rasps.
Seokjin just pulls him closer until they’re chest to chest- heartbeats knocking against each other’s ribcage.
With a final kiss, he pulls back to just admire Yoongi above him. He looks so soft around the edges. So handsomely disheveled. So beautiful in the morning light. Seokjin would bet his life that he’d never get tired of this.
“I love you,” Seokjin says easily because it is. Loving Yoongi is the easiest thing he’s ever done.
“I love you too,” Yoongi says right back, both a declaration of love and a silent apology for how things have been. He lets his breath ghost against the shell of Seokjin’s ear, “Where’s my ring?”
Seokjin bites his lips, trying his hardest not to squeal in delight before blindly reaching to the side. It would be easier to just turn and see exactly where it is, but Seokjin would rather fumble than go a second today without looking at the light of his life.
Once in his hand, Seokjin holds the ring up between them, “Will you marry me?”
Yoongi grins and Seokjin remembers why he does this every day.
He deals with finding gifts and blaring alarms and sometimes Yoongi himself, just like today. Because Seokjin knows while they may grow old together, he will never grow tired of Yoongi saying, “Yes.”