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With miles of highway stretching in front of them, Namjoon tightly gripped at the steering wheel as Seokjin studied him from the passenger seat. He’d known Namjoon was stressed by the way his tattered voice had asked him to accompany him for a drive, his reply a simple ‘nowhere in particular’ when asked where they were going.
Street lamps streaked past them on either side, soaking the interior with splashes of orange that lasted just long enough for Seokjin to study his boyfriend’s features; exhaustion tugging his lips downwards and discontent flickering in his eyes while focusing intently on the road ahead of them. It wasn’t seldom that Namjoon found himself in these moods, becoming frustrated at the way he couldn’t get a move right, or upset with lyrics that danced along his thoughts yet refused to make their way to paper. And when everything around him seemed to do nothing but make the irritation swirl in the pit of his stomach, he always guiltily turned to Seokjin, who was as patient as the sun and ever reassuring. His comforting silence would always align the things that seemed to fray at the ends for Namjoon, and the sweet touch of his lips against his own always flooded his veins with a soothing relief.
“Namjoon,“ Seokjin finally broke the silence that only the sound of tires on pavement had interrupted prior. "Tell me a list of things that you love.”
Narrowing his eyes to shoot a pointed look, Namjoon stopped himself as slender fingers intertwined with his that rested on the gear shift. He could feel the encouraging smile Seokjin wore as he looked over at him- that reassuring adoration causing him to calm the argument in which he was going to ask why it mattered.
“I don’t know.” Namjoon muttered, not looking up from his focused gaze. “You, my music, my family, the rest of Bangtan… you know all of my answers.”
And Seokjin did know the answers, as they had shared this exact conversation but rephrased many times prior. Some occurred as they shared coffee in the morning, some falling between sheets late at night before the darkness crept in and lulled them to sleep. Still, Seokjin pulled a pen from the center console before dropping the hand he held with his.
With swift, small strokes, Seokjin marked into his lover’s wrist before letting it fall. “Now, tell me.” He said, his voice was low and soft as velvet, weaving between the sullen sound of highway that filled their car, before the silence rained yet again. Between the pause that Seokjin took, Namjoon allowed himself to lift his wrist into view, the street lamps throwing their vivid orange light only enough for him to make out the marks Seokjin had left behind. His eyes widened as he read it over and over, his heart so full he swore it would burst as he read the small, but simple message of the number one, followed by his initials.
After allowing the message to soak in, Seokjin reached across to take his boyfriend’s hand back into his own, pressing a tender kiss against the inscription before speaking again, “How long until you list yourself?”