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You hummed to yourself as you chopped vegetables in the kitchen, the knife easily slicing through the carrot in your hand. Next to you the stone pot preheated on the stove, getting ready for the stew you were planning to make. It had been a while since you had properly cooked, but with exams piling up you needed an hour to turn off the stress so you didn’t lose your sanity.
However, your brain refused to turn off as you went through your notes in your head, trying to remember all the neurotransmitters and their detailed effects, even though you had relentlessly studied them since undergrad. Your humming slowly turned into a recitation of your notes as you went on autopilot, taking out the sauces from the fridge. That is, until the beep of your front door brought you back to your surroundings just in time to watch your best friend walk in, dressed in a full suit. As soon as he saw you in the kitchen, he was rushing to you, turning you around and wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Anime titties,” he sighed, burying his face in your chest, his nose nestling in the cleavage afforded by your tank top, his smile painted on your skin. He seemed so content that you almost felt bad for smacking the top of his head. Almost.
“I have a name!” you huffed, failing to push him away when he clung on tighter, now stubbornly rubbing his face against your chest, cheekily biting over the fabric.
“Mmm… love when you don’t wear a bra,” he moaned happily before reaching over to turn off the stove and ignoring your protests as he picked you up and carried you to bed. Laying you down, he didn’t even discard his jacket before he was on top of you, face once again resting on your sternum as he pulled your hand to place it on his head, coaxing you to scratch the scalp like you usually did.
You shook your head at his antics, surprised that it hadn’t escalated to more than just cuddling. He usually couldn’t keep his hands off of you, so this sudden affection was confusing. Regardless, your fingers ran through his hair, nails scraping gently at his scalp as he rumbled in satisfaction like a giant cat, making you grin.
“How was the interview?” you asked, continuing your movements, waiting for his answer. He laid there for a while, nuzzling into you before he moved further up your body, head now in the crook of your neck, his body cushioning you to the mattress. You held him, hands roaming across the large expanse of his back, making him hum contendly.
“It was okay,” he replied, tired voice reverberating through you, his breath prickling your skin. He moved up then, supporting his weight on his elbows on your sides as he looked down at you with a smile that puffed up his cheeks. He kept staring at you as if he was trying to memorize your face before he chuckled to himself, leaning down to meet your lips, pulling them between his gently, instilling you with warmth.
When he had had his fill of your lips, he moved to the side of you, using your arm as a pillow and turning you to the side as well so you were facing him and he was once again facing your chest. “Let’s nap,” he suggested, wrapping his arm and leg around you, pulling you impossibly close.
“Jinnie, your suit will get ruined,” you chastised, but you were too content to untangle yourself from him, your earlier stress melting away at his little whine. He sat up though, carelessly discarding his clothing till he was just in his boxers, and you couldn’t help but notice the aggravated skin of his chest, indicating the stress he always tended to hide so well.
Ignoring his grabby hands, you reached for the cooling gel in your drawer, smiling as he relaxed on the bed before letting your fingers gently massage the cream on to the rash on his pecs. He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling as he thought about the interview he had just been to. It had gone perfectly. They seemed to love him; commending his research and laughing at his jokes. His resume was impressive as well and he was positive that he had the position in the bag.
It wouldn’t be a bad job. The university was nice, high in ranking for the chemistry department, but it was three hours away, and somehow on the way back from the interview to your home it dawned on him how long the journey was. He didn’t want to be away from you, relegating your meetings to busy weekends. He hadn’t been away from you for too long ever since you were kids and he didn’t think his heart could take the distance. However, every other interview he had been on had been subpar, making him brace for a rejection. Would it be wise to give up potentially the only offer he might get for you?
“It will be okay,” you consoled, unaware of the battle in his head, massaging his shoulders as you leaned over him, trying to reduce the tension in his stiff body and melt the frown on his face. “There will be other interviews. You’ll knock their socks off, Dr. Kim.”
He opened his eyes at that, looking at you with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, before he was leaning up and kissing you. You felt your heartbeat rise. Seokjin hadn’t kissed you like this before, it was almost full of yearning, in a way that terrified you a little, left you breathless.
“You okay?” you asked, unable to control the concern lacing your tone as you looked down at him, lightly stroking his cheek, and he just nodded, pecking your lips once again before pulling you down on top of him, holding you tight.
“Better than okay,” he sighed, turning on his side and cuddling you to him once again. “Let’s nap.”
He held you as the two of you drifted off, inhaling your shampoo and letting your words of encouragement ring in his head. Decision made, he kissed the top of your head, feeling more relaxed than he had all day.
There will be other interviews. Hopefully ones a lot closer to you.