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You could hear the chirps of the tiny birds resting on your window sill as you opened your eyes, the morning chill warded off by Seokjin’s warm body wrapped around you, his face nuzzling the crook of your neck. You smiled, relishing the moment before opening your eyes, the hazy early sun greeting your eyes as it bathed your room in a soft glow from the drapes you had left undrawn the night before.
Yawning contentedly, you loosened his grip around you to sit up, only for him to cling onto your legs, humming as he snuggled his face into your hip. Mornings were his favourite. He savoured the quiet times he could lose himself next to you, tethering between consciousness as your scent engulfed him. No matter how many times he had woken up next to you, it never got old for Seokjin.
You reached for your phone on your bedside table, starting your routine of checking your notifications as your fingers aimlessly caressed Seokjin’s bare back, making him smile as he placed a little kiss on your hip. You had never felt more comfortable as you scrolled through social media, liking your friends’ adventures from over the weekend.
👹 Clown Posse 👺
Jungkook: couple brunch? 🤪 yan wants to get waffles
Alyanna: and mimosas! 🤧
Jimin: Thought you’d never ask! 💕
Jungkook: no whores allowed 💕
Jimin: That is discrimation. 🤬
Yoongi: I’m down. Nita is too.
Jungkook: sweet! hobi and lil? jin and yn?
Taehyung: this is so fucking dumb!
Taehyung: WHY CAN’T I COME?
Taehyung: i never expected this from you jk 😔 love has changed you
Lillia: its cause last time you hit on a waitress and we had to pay like 35% tip to make up for your ass 🙄
Lillia: count us in jk
Jungkook: dope. yn?
Jungkook: hurry up and answer!
Jungkook: im gonna add you two to the resos anyway.
Taehyung: u guys are srsly gonna go without us?????
Jimin: its okay tae let the losers go to brunch 😴 wake up joon we going to hooters
Taehyung: fuck yeah! i love you mr parkkkkkkkkk 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
Jimin changed the group name to JUNGKOOKS A SIMP
Yoongi: Oh? New couple alert?
YN: lol why are seokjin and i part of couple brunch?
YN: also wtf is couple brunch?
Jungkook: ha hilarious 🤡 summer lane at 11
Your brows furrowed in confusion at Jungkook’s response, your hand pausing where it was running through Seokjin’s hair as you tried to parse through the bizarre conversation. Next to you, Seokjin groaned, his hand on top of yours as he tried to coax you back into stroking his scalp. You instead opted to smack him, making him whine as he pulled away from you, looking up at you groggily.
“Seokjin, wake up!” you demanded, shoving your phone into his face, so he could familiarize himself with your friends’ musings this morning. He pinched your thigh in rebelion, earning another swat from you before leaning up on one elbow and reading the chat from your phone, squinting at the abnormally bright screen. He wondered how your eyesight was still intact.
“It’s at eleven!” he whined, falling back onto the pillows, rubbing his face with both hands. “We have like two hours!”
“What? Not that!” you exclaimed, hitting him once again on the stomach, the skin on skin contact making a satisfying smack.
“Stop hitting me!” he groaned, finally sitting up, his dark hair sticking up in odd angles around his head, and you had to stop yourself from cooing at his sleepy state.
“Why do they think we’re a couple?” You turned to face him, arms crossed with a scowl on your face and Seokjin rolled his eyes at your antics.
“Because we are… Did you hit your head?” he asked condescendingly, a small smile puffing his cheeks as he patted you on top of your head. You shoved his hand away, glaring at him.
“Since when?”
“Like six months ago? Are you serious?” Seokjin couldn’t believe he was dealing with just a dumb argument right after waking up, his brows furrowed in irk as he crossed his arms. Were you just trying to get some angry sex? He wanted to go back to cuddling. Although, he wouldn’t mind some sex right now. The way his shirt molded to your breasts was enough to get him going.
“Am I serious? Are you serious?” you asked, flabbergasted, pulling his attention away from your chest to your face, just in time for him to see you roll your eyes.
“How do you not know we’ve been dating for six months?! We live together!” Seokjin moved his hands as he spoke, fully exasperated at his girlfriend’s early morning senseless interrogation.
“We do not live together!” you argued, mirroring Seokjin’s aggravation as you fully turned to face him.
“When’s the last time you went back to your apartment?” he asked, an eyebrow raised in challenge.
“That is not the point!” you yelled, lifting your hand to smack him again, only for Seokjin to catch your wrist before you could reach him.
“Careful baby, you don’t want me to punish you now, do you?” he said with fiery eyes as his grip tightened, and his sudden dominant tone made you want to forget about a certain development in your relationship and let him spank you silly. But you were still too hung up on semantics to let your lust take over. Why did everyone think you were dating? You were just friends with benefits who just happened to hang out everyday in between having sex.
“Seokjin,” you whined, prying your wrist from his grip. “When did we start dating?”
“After the cockwarming thing? Did you actually think this was still platonic?” Seokjin asked, finally realizing that you were in fact, very serious about not knowing that the two of you were dating. He thought it was pretty obvious. Friends did not just randomly kiss each other whenever the mood struck, or go on dates, or just cuddled when they slept.
“I mean… I don’t know…”
“Y/N, I took you to the best restaurant in the city for Valentines, I bring you flowers every time I go to the grocery store. We have matching rings for crying out loud!” He exasperated, grabbing your hands with his, the two platinum rings shining side by side in the morning sun. You stared at your intertwined hands in awe. Oh, so you were actually an idiot.
“I thought… I thought they were friendship rings…” You trailed off as Seokjin let go of your hands, falling on the bed with a defeated groan, hiding his face under a pillow. You felt the pieces finally falling into place, the way he always woke you up with a kiss, the way he picked you up from work every day despite it being fifteen minutes out of the way, and the way his eyes glimmered every time he looked at you, shining with adoration. You couldn’t believe you had been so blind.
You called his name, trying to pry the pillow off his face, but he hugged it tighter, refusing to let go. Burrowing into the covers, you laid on top of him, opting for a new strategy and burying your face under the pillow as well. His hands finally let the pillow go, resting on your lower back as he hugged you closer, and you sighed against his neck, making goosebumps erupt. He hated that you had this effect on him, hated that it was seemingly one-sided, even though he was sure it wasn’t. He didn’t think he needed to ask you to be his girlfriend, he didn’t think you wouldn’t be on the same page as him. You were always on the same wavelength; ten years of friendship had that effect.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, your lips trailing on his neck as he tried to hide the way a blush seemed to blossom on his ears. He only grunted in response, a hand coming to remove the pillow from over your faces as he looked away in embarrassment, choosing to focus on the little birds nesting on his window than the way you felt, so soft and plush on top of him.
You moved up, resting on your forearms around his head, and you gently brought his face towards you, watching the way he pouted, not looking you in the eye. You chuckled at his grumpiness, kissing him gently, and he wrapped his arms around you tighter in response, deepening the kiss.
“In my defence, you never asked,” you joked, and he scowled in response.
“You could’ve asked,” he said petulantly, pinching your butt.
“I mean, I still thought we were platonic,” you giggled, but instead of the smile you expected, his face fell, looking away once again.
“We can’t be platonically in love, Y/N,” he said quietly, his hands falling away from you, but you were too busy focusing on not going into cardiac arrest. His words were like a chorus in your head, singing ethereally, a lump forming in your throat.
“We’re in… love?” you whispered, and Seokjin felt a weight on top of his chest. He hadn’t meant to just blurt it out. He had planned a romantic picnic with kimbap with extra pickled radish just the way you liked. He wanted to show you that you were it for him, the only one he would ever want, the only one he had ever wanted, but the shock on your face made his blood run cold, his confidence faltering.
“I am… aren’t you?” He turned his head, closing his eyes, wanting to delay the inevitable way you were going to break his heart.
“Yes,” you whispered, and the speed at which he looked at you probably rattled his brain. Perhaps that was the reason his eyes were starting to water, and his heart was trying to escape his chest. You smiled at his reaction, overwhelmed with an urge to coo at your usually guarded friend — well, boyfriend now, you supposed.
But before you could act on your desire to pinch his flushed cheeks, his hand was behind your neck, pulling your face to his and crashing your lips together in a flurry of tongue and teeth. Although the kiss started rough, it quickly melted into a gentle slurry, his tongue roaming yours, savouring your taste as if he hadn’t kissed you before. His hand moved down your spine, softly caressing your skin over your shirt as if stringing the strings on a guitar, your blood thrumming to his melody. When he reached his other hand on your hip, he flipped you over, hovering over you, and finally breaking your kiss.
“I can’t believe you thought we were platonic while literally being in love with me,” he huffed, still annoyed but still kissing your cheek at the sheepish look you gave him in return. You recovered quickly, cupping his face as you gazed into his eyes, finally realizing that the way they softened was indeed him looking at you with love.
“I love you, Seokjin,” you murmured, enjoying the grin that pulled his plush lips apart, puffing his cheeks and scrunching his eyes.
“And I love you, Y/N,” he replied, kissing you once again, never wanting to stop.
Needless to say, you both were late to couples brunch.