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“ Yes! If you insist, I’ll trust you to serve us the best meal in the house,” Jungkook said with a bright smile toward the waiter, who flushed and smiled shyly. “Yes, sir,” she promised.
“Do you have any preferences?” she asked, her voice a bit hesitant.
“Pretty much anything except seafood,” Jungkook replied, turning to smile at Namjoon—only to be met with a deep glare and a ferocious pout. Namjoon’s eyes were fixed on Jungkook’s hand, which was resting on the menu list the waitress had opened, even though they weren’t really using it. “Right, hyung?” Jungkook prompted, but Namjoon, being Namjoon, decided to be petty and pretended not to hear him, leaving Jungkook puzzled by his reaction.
After sending the waiter off with another smile, Jungkook turned toward Namjoon, only to find him now glaring at the neatly folded napkin on the table.
"Hyung?" Jungkook called, his voice tentative.
"Hm," Namjoon responded, his tone flat.
Jungkook shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Are you okay...?"
"Hm," Namjoon replied curtly, still avoiding eye contact. It confused Jungkook, especially since Namjoon had been giggling and bouncing with excitement after hearing about the surprise anniversary dinner Jungkook had planned for them.
"Is the restaurant not up to your, uh, standards? Or are you uncomfortable? We can—I can—" Jungkook’s nervous rambling was abruptly cut short.
"I'm fine," Namjoon answered with a faint smile, but before Jungkook could respond, the waitress returned with their order.
"Ah, thank you," Jungkook said, flashing another smile, much to Namjoon’s dismay.
"My pleasure, sir," she replied shyly. "Enjoy your meal, sirs," she added, glancing at Namjoon, who was already staring at her with an intensity she couldn’t quite understand but found unsettling.
As soon as the waitress left, Jungkook turned to Namjoon again, noticing the glare had shifted from the napkin to him.
"What's w—ah, sorry, hyung, I forgot to tell her you don’t like spicy food," Jungkook apologized, thinking that might be why Namjoon was upset.
Namjoon gave Jungkook a flat stare. “Seriously?” he deadpanned.
“Do you want me to ask for a change? Oh, I can just eat it… The poor girl has been working hard; I don’t want to stress her over this,” Jungkook added, thinking he was being considerate.
Namjoon frowning listening to jungkook angrily as he picked up his chopsticks and grabbed the bowl of spicy Galbi Jjim.
“Ah,” he gasped, feeling the fiery burn on his tongue.
“Hyung—” Jungkook gasped, rushing over to Namjoon’s chair and quickly handing him a glass of water. “Drink this slowly,” he urged, helping Namjoon take a sip.
Namjoon took a few gulps of water, then gently pushed Jungkook’s arm away.
“Okay…?” Jungkook asked, setting the glass down and patting Namjoon’s back, concern etched on his face.
Namjoon nodded, sniffling slightly. “I’m fine,” he muttered.
Jungkook sighed and walked back to his seat, frowning. “I told you I would eat that,” he said, still worried. “Are you sure you’re okay? Should I ask for some milk?”
Namjoon shook his head. “I’m fine.”
“Give me that,” Jungkook insisted, dragging the bowl of spicy food to his side. “Don’t eat that anymore… your baby taste buds can’t handle it, yeobo,” he teased, though his concern was still clear in his voice. “Eat this,” he added, pushing the Bulgogi and other milder dishes toward Namjoon with a gentle but firm hand.
After dinner, the ride home was unusually quiet, which unsettled Jungkook. He tried to start a conversation, but Namjoon’s responses were curt, especially after witnessing the shy waitress and Jungkook chatting as she approached them just before they left. The sight of her being so attentive to Jungkook made something snap inside Namjoon, who stormed off, leaving the tip behind. Later, he regretted not telling her to back off, to make it clear that Jungkook was his Alpha. But what bothered him even more was why Jungkook had been smiling at her and patting her back.
When they arrived home, Namjoon didn’t say a word. He headed straight to their shared bedroom, grabbed his pajamas, and stormed into the bathroom before Jungkook could even ask what was wrong.
Namjoon eventually emerged from the bathroom (he’d stayed longer than usual, but no one needed to know that), only to find Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him.
“H-hyung,” Jungkook called out softly, but Namjoon, still feeling petty, simply grabbed a pillow and their shared duvet, then stormed out of the room, leaving Jungkook behind, shocked and puzzled.
“What did I do wrong now?” Jungkook muttered to no one in particular, before getting up to follow Namjoon.
Jungkook followed Namjoon to the sitting room and watched as he begrudgingly began fixing the sofa to sleep on. Frowning, Jungkook walked over to Namjoon, grabbing his arm and stopping him from moving the pillows. Namjoon paused, shifting his gaze toward Jungkook for the first time since they returned home—a realization that made Jungkook's heart ache.
"What are you doing?" Jungkook asked, his voice gentle yet firm. "Why are you trying to sleep out here? Why aren't you getting ready to sleep in our room, in our bed?" He emphasized "our," reminding Namjoon of what he seemed to have forgotten.
Namjoon sighed, carefully removing Jungkook's hand from his arm. "I want to sleep out here tonight," he replied, a hint of pettiness in his voice.
"Huh?" Jungkook asked, dumbfounded. "What do you mean, you're sleeping out here?" Confusion laced his words.
Namjoon rolled his eyes, knowing deep down that he was being difficult, but feeling that his oblivious alpha deserved it.
"You heard me," he said, pushing Jungkook away from the sofa. "Now, if you could excuse me, I need my beauty sleep."
Before Jungkook could respond, Namjoon hopped onto the sofa and pulled the stolen duvet over himself, completely covering his body.
Jungkook stood there for a moment, staring at Namjoon's back before scoffing. He then returned with a pillow of his own, determined not to let Namjoon sleep alone.
"Move," Jungkook stated firmly.
"What?" Namjoon asked, turning to face Jungkook, surprised to see him holding a pillow as well.
"Move," Jungkook repeated. "I'm not letting my mate sleep out here alone in an uncomfortable space," he added.
"Oh, so now you remember I'm your mate," Namjoon shot back with a scoff.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Jungkook asked, his anger rising at Namjoon's tone. "Of course, you're my mate. Did I do something to make you think otherwise?" he questioned, genuinely confused.
"I don't know. You tell me," Namjoon replied, sitting up with a challenging glare.
Jungkook sighed, dropping the pillow onto the floor and kneeling in front of Namjoon. He gently grabbed Namjoon's arms, caressing his knuckles. "Joonie, please don't be so difficult. I don't kn—"
He was cut off as Namjoon pulled his hand away from Jungkook's hold.
"Oh, so now I'm being difficult?" Namjoon scoffed. "Whatever. Just go back to the room and sleep," he said, his voice wavering slightly. "I don't want to talk to you."
But Jungkook grabbed his arm again, still kneeling in front of him, his eyes full of concern. "Hyung, please," he begged. "I know I'm an idiot sometimes... Can you please tell me why you're so upset with me? I’ll apologize and make sure it doesn’t happen again. Please, Hyung. I hate seeing you upset with me. I hate going to bed knowing you're angry at me," he pleaded, his voice soft with desperation.
Namjoon remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floor.
"Can you at least come with me to the room? It's cold out here. I don’t want you catching a cold," Jungkook said, trying to pacify him.
"I don’t know... Maybe you should ask that pretty waitress to cuddle with you instead!" Namjoon snapped, holding back tears.
"Waitress..." Jungkook echoed, confused. "Oh, you mean Yuna?" he asked, much to Namjoon's dismay.
Namjoon avoided his gaze and glared at Jungkook, yanking his hand out of his grip. "I don’t care what her name is," he muttered, his voice thick with hurt.
Jungkook stared at Namjoon, his heart racing as he tried to piece together what was happening.
“Namjoon,” he whispered, rising from his kneeling position and gently cradling Namjoon’s face in his hands. “I’m really lost here, my love. Please, just tell me what’s wrong,” he pleaded, his voice trembling.
Namjoon shook him off, his eyes flashing with frustration. “Nothing is wrong. All I said was you should go and meet the waitress,” he snapped, his tone sharp.
Jungkook blinked, bewildered. “Why would I do that? Did she say something to you?”
Namjoon’s glare only deepened, a storm brewing behind his eyes.
“You’re so dense,” he muttered, his voice quivering as he turned his head away, his fists clenching at his sides.
“H-Hyung,” Jungkook called out, his voice cracking as he tried to close the distance between them. “Please, don’t shut me out,” he begged, desperation lacing his words.
Namjoon stayed silent, his jaw set, refusing to meet Jungkook’s gaze.
“Hyung…” Jungkook edged closer, his hands trembling as he gently forced Namjoon to look at him. His breath caught when he saw the unshed tears pooling in Namjoon’s eyes.
“Oh god, hyung, you’re crying,” Jungkook whispered, panic rising in his chest. “What did I do? Please tell me.”
Namjoon sniffled, the tears threatening to spill over despite his best efforts to hold them back. Jungkook felt his own resolve crumbling, his heart breaking at the sight.
“I don’t even know why I’m crying,” Namjoon finally said, his voice thick with emotion. “Maybe you should just go. Be with her if that’s what you want,” he added, a tear slipping down his cheek.
“With who?” Jungkook asked, his confusion deepening, his brow furrowing as he searched Namjoon’s face for answers.
“Stop pretending like you don’t know!” Namjoon burst out, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. “I saw you with her. Maybe you didn’t notice me, but I was there. I saw how she looked at you... and how you looked back at her,” he finished, his voice trembling with hurt.
“Yuna?” Jungkook asked, his voice tinged with confusion. “Why would you think—wait,” he paused as the pieces began to fall into place. “Hyung, what did you think... Oh my god, were you jealous?” he asked, his eyes widening in surprise.
Namjoon’s glare only hardened before he quickly averted his gaze.
“I’m not jealous,” he lied, the words coming out sharp and defensive. “Why would I be, seeing my mate shamelessly flirting with someone right in front of me? Of course, I’m not!” he shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm, causing Jungkook to flinch.
“Oh, my sweet hyung,” Jungkook murmured, stepping closer as he gently cupped Namjoon’s face. He turned Namjoon’s head to the side and planted soft kisses on his nose, his eyes, his cheeks, and finally, a short kiss on his lips—ignoring the burning glare.
“Hyung, I swear to you, there’s nothing going on—yes, she did try to hit on me, but wait, don’t be upset,” he quickly added, sensing Namjoon’s rising anger. “But I told her I’m already mated to my amazing and beautiful hyung,” he assured him.
“Please, trust me,” Jungkook continued, his voice soft and earnest. “There’s nobody in this world I’d choose to spend the rest of my life with except you. You’re it for me, and I love you so much. I was only patting her head because I was encouraging her to be strong and wait for her own mate. Because as for me, I’m taken.”
“So please, don’t be upset with me,” he pleaded.
“I don’t know about that! You were acting all mushy and everything,” Namjoon bit back, his tone still holding a trace of bitterness.
“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jungkook apologized, his voice full of regret.
But Namjoon just rolled his eyes, trying to bite back a smile as he flopped down on the sofa.
“I don’t care, and I wasn’t jealous,” he muttered, though the hint of a smile betrayed his words.
“Of course, Hyungie, whatever you say,” Jungkook teased with a soft smile.
“So, are you still upset with me?” he asked, his tone gentle.
“I never said I was upset,” Namjoon shot back, still a bit defensive.
“I don’t know, hyung. I haven’t seen you this worked up in a while.”
“Whatever,” Namjoon shrugged. “Just go away, I need to sleep.”
Jungkook sighed but didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed his pillow and forcefully slid beside Namjoon on the small sofa, squeezing into the limited space.
“Jungkook, what are you doing?” Namjoon asked, feeling Jungkook’s firm abs press against his back.
“Sleeping,” Jungkook answered simply. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?” he added, holding Namjoon’s tiny waist to stop him from moving away.
“Let go,” Namjoon muttered, wriggling in Jungkook’s grasp.
“No! Sleep,” Jungkook insisted. “We need to talk about the stunt you pulled earlier, but for now, let’s just rest.” He tightened his hold, chuckling as Namjoon squirmed against him.
“Stop,” Namjoon demanded, but his actions betrayed him as he began to grind his hips against Jungkook’s crotch.
“What do you want now? I thought you were sleepy,” Jungkook teased, a smirk playing on his lips.
Namjoon scoffed. “So… no reconciliation sex or whatever?” he asked, trying to grind more, but Jungkook’s firm grip on his waist kept him in place.
“No,” Jungkook replied with a playful squeeze to Namjoon’s waist. “I’ll give you whatever you want in the morning. For now, sleep.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes. “You’re so annoying,” he muttered.
“I love you, hyung. My prettiest hyung,” Jungkook murmured.
“Hm,” Namjoon responded, half-heartedly.
“I love you so much,” Jungkook repeated, his voice soft and sincere.
Namjoon remained silent, though the tension between them was easing.
“I’m so damn in love with you, hyung,” Jungkook whispered once more.
“Shut the fuck up, Jungkook. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, hyung,” Jungkook laughed softly, holding Namjoon close.
The day had been hectic and stressful, but that’s just part of the ups and downs of being a couple. Tomorrow, they would sit down and have a deep conversation, but for now, they let themselves enjoy each other’s warmth.