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10 December 2023, a Sunday afternoon that should have felt relaxing seemed more heavy.
Usually, Yoongi would feel all his worries melt away when he was in his boyfriend’s arms but today it felt heavier because tomorrow Namjoon would be enlisting in the military.
Despite his vision problem, he was enlisting in active military service at the worst site ever. Despite his contribution to the country, it has been unkind to Namjoon. But what could Yoongi do when he himself has been a victim of the sick system. He could have been discharged before the 12th anniversary, but that wasn’t the case.
So he did what he could do the best, cuddle his boyfriend because it just feels right.
12th Sep 2024, the day was breezy but inside yoongi’s apartment was cozy with two tormented souls snuggling on the bed.
Yoongi’s head rested in the crook of Namjoon's neck with one of joon’s hands on his shoulders. Both of them are deep asleep after weeks of sleepless nights and stressful days.
While the base told namjoon to forget his identity, the media did everything to destroy yoongi’s identity, finding a little time together grounded them. Together they build a peaceful safe place for themselves, far away from anyone’s preying eyes; just the two of them. A few more months and it will all be over once and for all.
Namjoon’s other hand came to Yoongi's waist to pull him closer and on instinct nuzzled in his hair because it just felt right.
The trumpet show and Namjoon's smile were priceless. He was the happiest he has ever been but someone was happier; Yoongi sitting in the van with a biggest gummy smile looking at his silly boyfriends antics.
Namjoon entered the van, sat beside his boyfriend and sneaked a quick forehead kiss while taehyung and manager were discussing something about their welcome party at Hybe building.
They tuned into the conversation while intertwining their hands because it feels right.
Yoongi sat on the floor, his anxiety shooting off the roof. Why wouldn’t be when this was his first appearance of weverse live after his military service, after all those harsh months last year.
His palms seemed to sweat endlessly, he felt his anxiety rising, but just then, he felt hands on his shoulder, swaying him and squeezing slowly.
Right, he didn’t need to worry because he had his love right behind him, sitting on the sofa.
While goofing around, namjoon ensured that he always had some contact with yoongi as if silently assuring him and announcing to the world that namjoon always has yoongi’s back. Yoongi was never alone; he always had his team and Namjoon protecting him. Yeah, it feels right.
The sunlight sneaked past the curtains to create a soft hue in the room. Yoongi felt the familiar weight around his waist, warm breath puffing on his shoulders. He basked in the warm touch and slowly tried to wiggle out, but a loud whine made him stop and chuckle a bit.
The 6-foot giant, leader of the best boy band BTS, was whining and pulling him closer.
“Hyuuung, 5 more minutes”...that made Yoongi smile because yeah, it feels right.
Namjoon wasn’t letting him out of his reach. It’s been almost a month, and now they are on a creative trip in LA.
Namjoon was attached to Yoongi by the hips. Whether it’s the recording studio or a brunch at the beachside restaurant, Namjoon was always by his side. Just sitting there, holding Yoongi’s hand, or feeding him, saying, ‘Hyung, you are too thin, eat up!’
And Yoongi? He soaked up all the attention his boyfriend was giving him. He loved his boyfriend so much that it hurt.
While walking by the beachside, Namjoon’s hand rested on his shoulders again. The touch grounded him, the warmth assured him that the future gonna be okay. The shared smiles, jokes, hand holding, sneaked-in kisses, and cuddling all just felt right to him.