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woncon · 8 months

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☼ wake up !

or four drabbles about waking up beside your boyfriends

☼various poly bts pairs x gn!reader

☼estabilished poly relationships, one swear word (damn), nicknames, kissing

☼special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

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☼ jin ┊ namjoon ☼

a rattling wakes you from your sweet sleep. something heavy has fallen to the floor. tired, you whimper and dive deeper into the blanket to protect yourself from the outside world: the sound, the sunlight coming through the window and the cold.

"damn," you hear the swearing as someone crawls back on the bed, wrapping their arms around your waist. you realise that the chill you felt was due to the fact that he wasn't lying behind you.

"did you fall, joonie?" you look out from under the duvet with half-closed eyes. the answer is an annoyed hum. "are you okay?" he buries his face in your neck and nods.

"go back to sleep. jin's alarm will go off soon, but you can rest until then."

you sigh and pull him closer to your back.

"you too." you roll over him, squeezing him a little, eliciting a surprised groan from him, and bury your head in his chest, pushing him further into the mattress. "i won't let you fall down again." namjoon smiles at how sweet you are half asleep, before sleeping again.

☼ hoseok ┊ yoongi ☼

you wake up to a gentle caress. the skin of your face, neck and shoulders tingle gratefully with the touch.

"what time is it? what day is it? what year is it? where am i? who am i?" you mutter a barrage of questions as you find yourself confronted with hoseok's smile and loving gaze. you usually wake up to this beautiful sight, and each time pushes you into oblivion: only he exists.

"haha, i ask the same question every time i see you two" hoseok giggles, then starts stroking and arranging your hair like you used to do with his.

"shut up!", yoongi groans tiredly, and then, hugging the other boy tighter, he presses a kiss on his shoulder, burying his head in the smaller boy's neck.

"grumpy sleepyhead," you laugh, and crawl closer to them, pushing the blanket a little lower over your body so you can hug more effectively.

yoongi sighs a couple of times and settles in again before kissing you to let you know that he is fine, that everything was fine with the nap, but that he would like to rest.

"another half an hour?" hoseok offers to the man lying behind him.

"one."

"fine, but you'll do the breakfast then" you agree, and greet hobie with a morning kiss.

"hmn." the eldest reaches out his arm to gently caress your waist until your wakefulness wears off.

☼ taehyung ┊ jungkook ☼

in the morning your only wish is to wake up in the arms of your boyfriends. although this is achieved, waking up now is unpleasant because of the noise it causes.

"it can't be true," jungkook mutters angrily, unbelievingly, against the thin skin of your neck, hugging you tighter. he wants to hide behind you, but when the horrible concert refuses to end, he groans crankily.

he sighs contently as he presses the pillow over his head, revealing more of his upper-body artistry: the sharp lines of his shoulders, his biceps and triceps, his abdominal wall thanks to the sliding blanket.

you're not happy about his estrangement, but you accept and understand it, hoping both of you get back to your dreams.

you imagine his chubby cheeks, parted locks and half-open eyes, so that you can go back to sleep, but the activity is precluded by the noise from outside.

"who's the idiot who mows the lawn at 4.30 a.m. on a sunday?" taehyung grumbles to his partners, or rather to you, that he is now half awake, but not in the mood.

"our neighbor, auntie kwon's daughter, who's been grumpy from the first moment she saw us."

"what can i say, she's off to a good start on her first day at her mother's." the eldest clings to you, pulls his body up on the bed and buries his head in the pillow. "i don't think i'll sleep until tonight." he declares that he's given up trying, unlike jungkook, who shows no signs of life except for breathing, so you conclude that his plan worked and he's taking a nap successfully.

"i'll join you," you announce, and kiss him. you're lucky to open your eyes, because it means you get to share in the sight of taehyung's first smile of the day. your heart melts, and only continues to flow as the other pulls the blanket over you to give you a more private kiss.

getting lost in the sound of your kissing and your occasional bursts of laughter, it feels like the lawn mower has been turned down. only you and taehyung exist, this is your own realm under the covers.

but the world will only be complete when jungkook resigns himself to the fact that he can no longer nap and climbs under the blanket, hoping to get some of the innocent love you are showering on each other.

his dreams come true, as taehyung leans over you and greets him with his lips, and you do the same after turning to him. meanwhile, taehyung is kissing your neck with sloppy kisses, and every area he can reach from the top of your pyjamas.

you'll sink into the tender caress: in this loving, sensual atmosphere, there's no room for anything heavy or distracting, neither of your minds focused on the song of the fierce shearing tool, but on each other, on the more precious, priceless spiritual factors.

☼ jimin ┊ yoongi ☼

you prefer to be woken by jimin, because you don't like ringtones, and he wakes the earliest of the three of you, snuggled up to your neck.

"pretty" this is how he starts the process, with little caresses and pecks. he continues to call and caress you until you wake up, embracing him, expressing that you are awake.

"good morning!" you return his many pecks with a kiss, then turn to your other side. if yoongi is not hanging around your waist then usually by morning he is facing the wall.

now it's your turn to wake up. you cover the free skin with your lips, and you're satisfied when the boy whimpers, it's a state of half-sleep.

"love!" you nuzzle against his body, whispering sweetly. you're getting a little chilly, you've pulled the covers off during the night. "chim and i want to cuddle you before breakfast." the boy, as if yoongi sees something of him, nods vigorously.

"hug each other," he murmurs, uninterested in the subject.

"are you trading us for sleep? is that what this is about?" you gasp in indignation, disappointment at his reaction. before you can really believe he's that mean, he flashes a yoongi grin and pulls you into his embrace. a surprised chuckle breaks out from you, and as jimin joins in, the three of you laugh at nothing, at sweet nothingness.

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ksjb3rry · 2 months

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▒ ̤⠀֪֪⠀꒰⠀🍑 ⠀̈ ⠀⃝ ▒ ⊰⠀⨾

▒⃜⠀༉⠀ 🥛 ᩡ ⠀ ▒⁞̤ ᬉ⠀ !

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goofyhoffy · 2 years

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♡museum dates with Namjoon♡

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heartshrike · 2 months

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okay i don't have the magic (kinda) to make this happen but namjin figure skating angst au!!! hell yeah!!

playlist and moodboard:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0Z7lmO2Q0TLGacXCDZpny7?si=G9LZuFXvR2uxdkKvdukyYQ

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yoonglestummy · 1 year

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Sad Boys With Cigarettes

Jimin never liked that Suga guy, the one who hides his identity behind his phone, the one who has songs he produced at #1 on the charts. It wasn’t because he was good at what he does, it’s because he has rejected Jimin how many times, either in DM’s or on Twitter, Jimin still wasn’t a fan. Determined to get what he wants, Jimin finds himself digging deep into Suga’s life only to come out empty handed. Jimin just want to make a song with the producer who raps like a god, is that too much to ask for?

( @donttelltheelff @ccssll1122 @foshizzlebizzle @jinslipsandshoulders @lovesavepeace97 @niallsarmveinstho @hierarchyfneeds @mirageofcapricorn @im-naturally-blond @aloneinherroom @pleasegivemearemedyyy @secretmermaid24 )

🚬49/?

(( HAHA IM STILL HERE FUCKERS I HAVENT KI\\3D MYSELF YET ))

#bts angst #original character #yoonmin au #yoonmin social media au #a little fluff #angst #namjin #possible side ships #taekook #yoonmin #mostly angst #i really like angst #this is very gay

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pviscelle · 11 months

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Remember You: My Happiness | MasterPost

Pairing: Taehyung x Female Character

Genre/Tags: Classic, Romance, Fluff

Word Count: 11.6k+

Status: Ongoing

Rating: Teen and Up Audience

Synopsis: With the ocean breeze silencing us, we remain unperturbed, strangely. She and I static against the moving waves in front, staring at the moon, the same inconstant moon she referenced from a while ago. But that was until something about gazing at the twilit sky stirred a familiar sentiment and prompted the cynicism I came to be for nine long years.

"I don't understand how people can easily forget the person they claimed to love once."

From afar, tintinnabulations of church bells chimed, providing for the delicacy that her next words carried, therefore contradicting my belief of offending her, as she said, "Whoever said about forgetting when one can remember them even if they choose to move on, Tae?"

The comfort of her smile wrapped around me like orchids blooming in early spring, tying me to the night for the next two months of summer. I inhaled sharply.

Kim Taehyung, a 22-year-old intern at Seoul Art Gallery, experiences a waver in his opinions toward life and love after differing them with the perceptions of a specific woman he met in France.

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taekookgorgeous · 2 months

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Sun and Moon | Namjin

Namjin x Merlín

Resumen: Namjoon es el rey de un reino a punto de desaparecer por una maldición y Jin es su más preciado caballero. En un intento por salvar su vida, Namjoon le ordena huir, sin darse cuenta del significado de sus palabras.

Advertencias: fluff, caballero x rey, inspirado totalmente en Arthur y Merlin.

Notas de autora: Se que nadie lo leerá, pero me da ilusión publicar una de estas en Tumblr.

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Jin apenas había logrado correr a través del pasillo cayéndose a pedazos cuando dos manos sostuvieron su malla de hierro y lo empujaron hacia atrás, intentando salvarle la vida.

Difícilmente hubiera logrado sobrevivir acceder a la habitación donde descansaba el trono y que ahora tenía a una poderosa hechicera lista para cortarle el cuello no solo a él, sino que también a Namjoon, la persona que lo había detenido. El reciente rey Namjoon no solo lo había alejado del peligro, sino que lo había hecho girar sobre el aire como si no pesara nada y luego lo había empujado sobre el suelo con más fuerza de la que debería.

A Seokjin se le había ido el aire de los pulmones.

“¿Qué demonios estás haciendo aquí?” le dijo el rubio frunciendo el ceño. Su rostro estaba húmedo en sudor, lágrimas y tierra, porque el castillo se partía a sí mismo. “¿¡Acaso no les dije que escaparan por el bosque!?”

Jin subió las manos por sus brazos desprotegidos en solo una blusa blanca de vuelos, ni siquiera había puesto una armadura en su cuerpo, seguramente porque el ataque había sido una sorpresa. Apenas había tenido tiempo para avisarle a su pueblo que no había manera de salvar esta, así que todos tenían que huir, algo que Jin no podía cuestionar, porque era cierto, magia había caído sobre su pequeño reino, por el puro peso de sus actos.

“¡Estás vivo!” se encontró diciendo, sin darse cuenta de lo mucho que sus dedos habían escalado por su cuerpo solo para poder tocar, por primera vez, su piel. “Pensé que no llegaría a tiempo, es un alivio”

“¿Alivio de que? ¿Morir a mi lado?” Jin hubiera gritado con todas sus fuerzas, ¡Si! si no hubiera sido porque algo había explotado a su lado y Namjoon había tenido que empujar su cuerpo sobre el del caballero para evitar el impacto de la roca volando sobre ellos. Cuando se alejó, el polvo había teñido su cabello rubio y su perfecta vestimenta. “No puedes ser mas estupido”

“Necesito sacarte de aquí” le respondió, casi sin escuchar las palabras que salían de los labios de su rey. “Si nos vamos ahora, podemos escapar por los calabozos, hay una salida secreta que nadie conoce”

Namjoon lo miró a los ojos un segundo demasiado largo.

“No voy a escapar”

“¿Su alteza?”

“Se que ella no busca el reino, ella no quiere quitarme nada material, ella…” El rey estaba haciendo tanto contacto visual que Jin no pudo evitar bajar los ojos un solo segundo a sus labios, incluso aunque sabía que era indebido y que el rey estaba molesto. “Te ordene que te fueras, especialmente tu”

“Lamento decirle, mi señor, que es una orden que no puedo cumplir” Jin sostuvo el rostro de Namjoon, acariciando su mejilla con cuidado. “Jure protegerlo con mi vida y eso es justo lo que haré”

“¡No! ¡Te vas a ir!” Namjoon comenzó a levantarse, viendo a su alrededor por algo que Jin no podía imaginar, ya que en lo único que estaba pensando era en que el rey se había sentado sobre sus muslos. “Creo que veo una salida por…”

“No me iré sin ti”

Eso atrajo su mirada.

“Es una orden de tu rey”

“Un rey sin reino es solo mi igual” Jin se levantó de golpe, haciendo a su rey casi perder el equilibrio al estar sentado sobre el caballero. “No voy a permitirle morir por sí solo y tomar todo el crédito por matar a esa bruja”

“No estoy jugando, Seokjin”

El caballero alcanzó la blusa de Namjoon, sosteniendolo.

“No necesitas dar tu honor por esto, no hay un reino al que volver, todo lo demás es fuego y caos, podemos irnos y empezar de nuevo, todavía tienes sangre real, otros reinos podrán ayudarnos a surgir, tu padre ya no esta, pero no serás tú el último cadáver de este reino” Sabía que sus palabras estaban surgiendo más indebidas de lo que deberían ser ante un rey, pero su corazón se apretaba a sí mismo ante la idea de vivir en un mundo donde Namjoon no estuviera ahí para atormentarlo. “Tal vez ella está dispuesta a morir por su venganza, pero tu no tienes porque pagar el mismo precio por tu honor”

“Seokjin, no lo entiendes”

“No, creo que jamás he entendido algo tan claramente, tu tienes tus mandatos como príncipe tal como yo lo tengo como caballero, pero el dia de hoy, no hay reino al que responder, ahora mismo, somos solo tu y yo” Jin se estaba arriesgando mucho, pero de todas maneras dejo todo el amor que tenía por él llegar a sus ojos y revelarse como una confesión reprimida por años. “Permítete ser algo más…”

“Jin”

“Escapa conmigo”

Namjoon parecía sin fuerzas mientras comenzaba a llorar.

“No puedo”

“¿No puedes?”

“No puedo”

“¿Por qué?”

Jin sintió los dedos de su rey ponerse en el borde de su armadura, ahí donde podían tocar la complejidad de su piel desnuda. Ellos jamás se habían tocado así antes, ni en esas incontables aventuras en búsqueda de calor entre los copos de nieve, ni en las eternas noches en vela preparando discursos para el reino luego de largas batallas.

“Porque si no me mata a mi, va a matarte a ti” respondió por fin, inundando sus ojos azules de lágrimas gruesas, tal cual lo haría un niño asustado. “No puedo irme si es así, Seokjin”

El nombrado alzó los ojos, sorprendido.

“¿Por qué querría matarme a mí?”

“Cuando mi padre decidió colgar a la esposa de Ji won, a la que era el amor de su vida, pude estar ahí, ella nos advirtió que caería sobre Camelot toda su ira, que quitaria todo de nosotros, nuestra tierra, nuestra corona y a las personas que amamos” explico rápidamente. “Ella no dijo que iba a matarme, ella dijo que mataría todo lo que me hace sentir amado”

“¿Yo te hago sentir amado?”

“No, no, como mi caballero, me haces sentir…” Namjoon se detuvo, recién racionalizando lo que había dicho y donde estaban. Resulta que parecía recién haberse dado cuenta que Jin ya no era su caballero, que no era su sirviente, que ahora no existía un reino, no era nada más que su eterno y fiel amigo.

Estuvo a punto de decir algo al respecto cuando otro gran estruendo los desoriento, Namjoon se abrazó a sí mismo mientras los pedazos de piedra caían sobre ellos, tal cual una lluvia de estrellas destruyendo el momento de confesión. Al calmarse todo, Nam alzó la vista, mirando a su alrededor, viendo si estaban en peligro. Jin pudo observar todo, su sudor, la suciedad, su cabello ahora castaño por el polvo e incluso las lágrimas acusadoras que dejaban ver sus ojos azules llenos de tormenta.

Habían vivido muchas cosas juntos como rey y caballero, pero más que nada como Namjoon y Jin, mejores amigos desde jóvenes, dedicados a estar para el otro incluso cuando las hojas del verano se volvían de invierno y salvándose la vida sin pensarlo dos veces.

“También has logrado hacerme sentir amado” murmuró, sin poder sostener la verdad por mucho más tiempo en su lengua, debía ser dicha y debía ser en ese momento, porque lo siguiente que Jin hizo fue girar la mandíbula de su rey y luego inclinarse hacia adelante para alcanzar sus labios.

Esto pareció sorprender a Namjoon ya que su cuerpo se puso tan rígido como la roca que aún los sostenia, sin embargo, así de rápido lo sintió relajarse en sus brazos, primero abrazandolo por el cuello y luego, por fin, abriendo su boca.

Jin ni en un millón de noches en vela hubiera creído que su rey podría devolverle un deseo tan mundano como el que guardaba en su corazón, sin embargo, ahora que estaba experimentando esto con él, no podría haber aceptado ninguna respuesta diferente. Besarlo era lo único que podía nacer de lo que sentían por él otro, de manera que se dedicó a hacerlo lo mejor posible, primero bajo las manos por su cuerpo, hasta dejarlas alrededor de su cintura, abrazándolo como lo deseo por incontables pesadillas ante perderlo.

Namjoon sabía al vino rojo que había consumido antes de que todo ese infierno ocurriera, al duelo de su reciente difunto padre y a las lágrimas que experimentaba en consecuencia de haber probado algo que pronto se le prohibiría.

Como un condenado que acababa de besar los límites del paraíso.

“... Namjoon” gimió el hombre, deleitando a Jin mientras le mostraba su nuevo sonido favorito, un toque de necesidad, desesperación y terrible tormento. “Tienes que dejarme tener esto”

“Permitiré que obtenga todo lo que desea de mí, su alteza”

“Entonces, permíteme salvarte la vida” Namjoon presionó su frente sobre la de Jin, de manera que ambos pudieron existir un segundo entero de esa manera. “Por favor, Jin”

El pelinegro abrió los ojos, decepcionado.

“¿A qué clase de vida me está enviando si me priva del deleite de su respiración?” Le preguntó el caballero a su rey. “¿Qué va a ser de mí si no existe la única persona a la que estoy dispuesto a darle mi corazón? Es más ¿Qué dirían los poetas de mi si permito que mi último momento junto al hombre que amo sea guiado por la cobardía?”

“Dirían que eres un caballero que respeta las decisiones de su rey”

“Prefiero vivir mil días y noches huyendo de la muerte a tu lado que quedar indefenso ante la noción de que tu corazón está dejando de latir” respondió Jin, negando fielmente. “Huye conmigo, Kim Namjoon”

“Ella nos encontrará”

“Y nos encontrara juntos” Jin tuvo que sostener con fuerza su rostro, obligarlo a ver el amor que tenía por él a través de sus ojos. “Quiero que cuando la muerte encuentre su camino hasta mi cama me encuentre a tu lado luego de hacerte el amor, no acepto ningun otro destino”

“No digas cosas como esas”

“Se que lo quieres también, puedo sentirlo” el caballero llevó una mano hasta donde descansaba el eterno torturado corazón de Namjoon. “Vamos a huir de este destino hasta que no haya escapatoria, porque hoy existe”

Namjoon frunció el ceño, casi quebrándose de nuevo en llanto.

“Pero morirás”

“No tengo miedo de la muerte, porque he de no existir cuando ella lo hace, temo más no tener otro momento para saborear delicadamente tus labios”

Jin se inclinó de nuevo para besarlo.

Este beso fue esperado, Namjoon abrió los labios enseguida, dejando al caballero meter su lengua dentro de su boca. Fue un momento acelerado, un beso que sabía a poco, pero mucho a la vez, que sabía a vida y a muerte, a amor y a lágrimas, pero que alcanzó su objetivo deseado porque cuando por fin se alejó, Joon ya estaba asintiendo.

“Cuando llegue la muerte por ti, debo morir a tu lado” susurró sobre sus labios, no tal cual como una promesa, sino más bien una orden. “Debes prometerlo”

“Cuando en el lecho de mi muerte, obtenga su dulce beso sobre mis labios, permitiré que me beses inmediatamente después, para que sea el mismo veneno el que termine nuestras respiraciones” decidió responder Namjoon, jurando así, que morirían juntos. “Pero primero, vivimos”

Namjoon asintió.

“Sacame de aqui”

“Si, mi rey”

Fin.

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Necesito leer algo de Merthur viviendo felices luego del final 😔😔🙏 espero que si hay namjinistas que les guste Merlín les guste esta historia también 🌷

#namjin #namjin fanfic #merthur #merlin #bts fanfic #fanfic #bts #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #lgbtq #queer #fluff

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sa3rin · 1 year

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#307

Eat, Sleep, Wake (Nothing But You)

Us on the bed

Half a meter apart

Awkward hearts beating faster and faster

The one where the boys have to self quarantine and Seokjin realizes he misses Namjoon the most.

Also known as the "Namjin lockdown fuck buddy fic we all deserve"

#namjin #남진 #랩진 #rapjin #fanfiction #namjin fic #fluff #smut #namjin fanfic #fanfic

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apotatomashedbybts · 2 years

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Under The Cherry Blossoms

➜Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Kim seokjin

➜Genre(s): fluff, angst, romance

➜Trope/au(s): domestic, established relationship

➜Word count: 6.0k+

➜Trigger warnings: description of accident, description of injuries, coma, operations

➜Rating: pg15

➜Banner: made by apotatomashedbybts

➜Cross post: ao3| Wattpad

➜Disclaimer: This story was originally posted on May 31, 2019. The facts related to the treatments and healing are based on little details taken from Google and personal assumptions. They may not be accurate and are not to be taken seriously.

➜Author's note: I was planning on re-editing and reposting this fic later someday but Jiya @btsstan12 decided that it was a good time to let people know about this fic! So I put on wheels under my feet and rushed. Lol. Thank you Jiya for doing so he he 💜 also tagging @highly-functioning-mitochondria since I requested you to wait 👉👈💜

Please leave likes and comments and reblogs! Reblogs help a lot for the story to reach a larger audience (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) thenku!✨

➜Author's note #2: This story have been submitted to Bangtan Oasis critique project and is open to receiving any and every critique or feedbacks.

➜Summary: Namjoon and Seokjin, high school best friends and college sweethearts, are deeply in love with each other. Just when they were about to take everything next level a terrible accident pushes them apart. But when you are strong enough and the love is true, you always stick by.

Seokjin checked his tie for fifth time on the mirror of their walk in closet and then brushing his hands over his perfectly parted hair ever so lightly he looked at his wrist watch. A panicked expression passed through his face as he realised that they were going to be late. He had already called for Namjoon for over four times to get ready quickly. "NAMJOON!" he shouted at the top of his lungs and heaved out a frustrated sigh, "we are going to be late!"

Inside the bedroom, Namjoon was panicking himself after breaking the pair of new glasses that he was going to wear today. But after hearing Seokjin's loud voice he muttered "fuck" under his breath because he knew he was screwed for sure; Seokjin called him by his full name only when he was in a terrible mood. So, taking the broken glasses in his right hand he made way for the door in a flurry.

Hearing Namjoon's footsteps, Seokjin turned around - ready to give him a piece of his mind on punctuality. But his eyes landed on the broken glasses and he sighed as a smile made its way to his perfectly plush lips.

"So, that's why you were taking so much time. Seems like you won't be the spectacle anymore." Saying this he laughed out loud, swaying his body in the process - particularly happy to use his pun here.

Namjoon continued to look at him with the same expression that he had a moment ago which made Seokjin to stop his laugh and sigh lightly. Reaching out his hands towards the closet's upper cupboard he said, "You should learn to be more appreciative of my world class jokes, you know? After all I do so much for you, you can pay me back that way at least!"

A smirk made its appearance along the liplines of Namjoon and he replied, "Isn't my love enough for you? After all I sang Expensive Girl in the college fest only for you!"

"For your kind information, the whole song was directed towards a girl, the name itself says so! And I am pretty sure that I don't have a pussy, neither do I wear bra!" Seokjin huffed making his way towards where Namjoon was standing. The smirk had now made a prominent place on Namjoon's lips as he replied quite quickly, "But I take off what I am supposed to and beat that..." His words got muffled as Seokjin quickly put his big hand over Namjoon's mouth and said, "I know what you do! But please wear this and come quickly. I will be waiting inside the car," and hastily turned away to leave after handing him the new spectacle box, his ear red with shyness.

Even after all these years, Seokjin still got shy on these references and that always made Namjoon adore him more. He had always found Seokjin's habits cute and that made him forget that Seokjin was the older one in this relationship. Though he was metaphorically younger when it came to teasing but in other aspects like taking care of everything needed, Seokjin was the MVP. And no one could deny that because Namjoon was totally senseless in that field.

Namjoon watched as Seokjin was walking away with his ears still red and he smiled imagining smoke coming out from them like they did in the animations.

Namjoon averted his gaze to open the box and found out that there was the exact pair of spectacles that he broke a few minutes ago and instantly a feeling of gratefulness washed over him for having someone like Seokjin in his life. He felt that everyday, every moment, for every little thing Seokjin did for him and he couldn't just love him enough.

"Joon!", Seokjin's mild voice made him look up from the box he was staring at and he saw that Seokjin was standing at the doorway.

"I hope next time you would sing a nice song for me if you ever do!" Saying this Seokjin turned around and went downstairs.

Namjoon smiled - a smile that represented his fondness for his love and he mumbled, "I will."

"It'll take almost forty-five minutes to reach our college campus... It's 9:15 now, so we'll reach there at about 10am. Umm.. then I'll call the shop after reaching there. If I stop at the shop in front of Joon, he'll get suspicious. Yes! That'd be right! The shop isn't even far from our campus!" Seokjin was revising his plan mentally while sitting at the driver's seat and waiting for Namjoon to come down.

They had been in a relationship for almost six years now - three years in college and after that three years and ongoing. They were now quite established and happy with their lives– Seokjin being a journalist and Namjoon being the editor in one of the most popular newspaper in the country. It was pretty much predictable that they would be a part of The Chosun Ilbo because of the fact of then being the top students. Some people were sceptic too as they were so much in love with each other, people doubted whether they will be able to take out time for their studies. But as everyone could see, those people were proved wrong by "the invincible Kim duo", as they were called in their university.

Seokjin had been thinking for a few months now that they should get settled too in terms of making a family and he was pretty sure that if he proposed Namjoon, he would agree in the blink of an eye. After thinking much, he decided to do that today. There's actually a particular reason that he chose their batch's college reunion day as the opportunity. Their Head Of the Department always used to throw them stingy looks for being so in love. He used to say to other students and sometimes even teachers that all this "puppy love" was not going to last long and they were going to break up soon after graduating. He never understood that he was throwing himself lower by saying all that and that it only degraded his position as a teacher. Seokjin had thought that what's done could never be reversed but the least thing he could do was to show him by putting a finger in his eyes that he was wrong.

"I am totally going to propose him today! Yes!" He thought and mentally fist bumped the air.

Seokjin didn't even realize when Namjoon got into the passenger seat beside him until he said, "Hey! What are you thinking?"

This broke Seokjin out of his thoughts and he smiled brightly at Namjoon, "Nothing. Woah! Now you can be the spectacle!" And saying that he pointed finger guns at him.

Laughing out loud at his antics Namjoon said, "Let's gooo! We are going to be late!"

"Hah! You are the one to talk!" Seokjin scoffed starting the engine and hit the road.

•

"JIN LOOK OUT!!!"

Everything was going fine - they were laughing at little jokes of each other, listening to and jamming along with the radio, sometimes stealing shy glances at each other and wondering how could they so be in love with one another- until Seokjin got distracted while attempting to remove the tiny speck of dust that got into his eyes as a truck drove past them and he heard Namjoon shout out loud.

It took him just a fraction of second to understand what was happening but it was already too late and a huge loaded truck bumped head on with their car. He only managed to shove Namjoon out of the car just in time before the terrible pain from the immense force made him black out. Namjoon watched in horror as their car did a back flip and landed on the cemented divider after skidding for about a metre. He could feel a severe pain took over him and a thick liquid substance started trickling down from the back of his head. "Jinnie.." was all he could whisper out before losing consciousness.

"J-jinnie.. Jinnie.." Hearing whispers coming out from Namjoon's mouth the doctor hurriedly went over to him and tried to calm him down. "Mr. Kim, please calm down. You need to take rest. Please, I insist." The words from the doctor faded into a void as he lost his consciousness again.

"He has been constantly coming in and out ofconsciousness for the past few hours. But please don't worry, he is out of danger." Namjoon could hear the doctor's hushed voice and a muffled sob.

"Am I at a hospital? Where is Jinnie? What happened to him? Where is he? I have to know!" His thoughts raced at an insane speed and he tried to sit up from his position but instantly gave in as the excruciating pain in his legs and head made it impossible for him to do so; his eyes still closed.

Noticing what he was doing, the doctor came rushing to hold him. Then a familiar touch, though shaky, tried to help him. Namjoon slowly opened his eyes and saw that his mom was there right beside him and his dad was standing beside her; both of their eyes red because of crying.

He looked at his mom in the eye and asked the question that he was most afraid to hear the answer of but he had to do it anyways. His heart was pounding in a lunatic way and his throat dried as he dreaded what was coming for him. He, though not wanting to, started imagining the worst things that could probably had happened to Seokjin but a small part of him was still hopeful.

"Mo-mom. Where is Jinnie?" His eyes became moist almost instantly as Seokjin's name came out of his mouth.

"Oh.. sweetheart..." His mom looked at his father and then at the doctor, contemplating whether she should tell or not. She knew that there was no gain in hiding it from him and so holding his hands in the most gentle way she asked, "Do you know for how many days you are here?"

Namjoon shook his head slightly to indicate that he didn't.

His mom smiled gently and said, "How stupid of me to ask that. Of course you won't know!" She sighed lightly and continued, "You have been here for four days now. You were constantly coming in and out of consciousness but the doctors said that you were out of danger on the second day. We were so worried about you. But we are glad that you got through only a few fractures and a mediocre head injury. You'll have to stay here for a while though for complete recovery."

Namjoon didn't want to hear all that and he was getting impatient, so he asked, "Mom, please can you tell me already what happened to Jinnie? Please?"

His mom took a deep breath and said, "Darling, he is in ventilation right now. The doctors said that they can't tell anything before another 24 hours is over. A-and he got a major eye injury... They are saying that may be his optical nerves and both the eyes are completely damaged. They need to do an eye transplant."

"Then what are they waiting for? Tell them to do the operation as soon as possible!" Namjoon shouted out in frustration and sadness. He was blaming himself for everything. He regretted being a clumsy person who broke the glasses which made them late. He thought that only if they had gone out at the time they were supposed to may be they could have avoided this. Covering his eyes with his palms he broke into a fit of sobs, "Why? Why? Why does have to be him? Why does it have to be us?"

"Please calm down Mr. Kim. We can understand what you are going through. But you need rest. And please don't worry, we are doing our best!" The doctor gestured the nurse for the diazepam shot as he struggled to calm Namjoon down. "Please... Jinnie... Take... Care..." were the words he could barely whisper out before drifting into the forced sleep.

The next day when Namjoon opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Seokjin's parents. They were abroad when the accident happened and though they were scheduled to return a week later, the accident brought them back earlier.

He didn't know how to comfort Seokjin's mom who was sitting by his side, holding his hand gently, trying not to break down. He too was in such a broken state that he couldn't comfort others even if he wanted to. He wished that he could greet Seokjin's parents with a huge smile like he always used to. He wished he could hug them and say that everything was going to be alright but he couldn't because he needed someone to tell him that instead, he needed someone to convince him that he was not going to lose the man he loved the most.

It had already been five days since they were in the hospital and Namjoon was waiting impatiently for the doctor to come and tell them about Seokjin's condition. He even refused to take his daily diazepam dose in case he slept in while Seokjin regained consciousness. He was not going to miss the chance to say hi to him first.

When the doctor came in he was at the edge of his patience and his parents were having a rough time calming him down.

Looking at all of their eager faces the doctor felt bad.

He knew that all of these eager faces were actually waiting for a good news, he have one though, but that wasn't enough because he had a bad news too. "Umm.. Mr. and Mrs. Kim," he addressed to the parents and also Namjoon, "I have a good news and a bad news. I hope you will cooperate with us." He paused and then taking a deep breath he said, preparing himself for the reaction he was about to get, "Mr. Seokjin Kim is out of danger. There is no life risk." He waited for their relieved expression but all of their faces only showed anxiousness in anticipation of the bad news. Not wanting to waste another minute, the doctor continued, "But he has gone into a coma and we have to keep him in ventilation till he regains consciousness. And we are also looking for an eye donor whose will match perfectly with him. I am sorry.. we don't have anything to do right now except to hope for him to be awake soon. Only after that we'll be able to perform an eye transplantation." The doctor patted Namjoon's shoulder lightly telling him to have faith and then left the cabin. The time inside the cabin seemed to freeze along with the people in it. No one knew what to say or how to react.

"He.. he is going to wake up soon! Right? I know! He can't leave me like this! He'll be fine.. he'll be fine.. I know." Namjoon's mumbles broke the suffocating silence that was trying to swallow them. He kept mumbling the words as if he was convincing himself that all things were going to be alright.

"I have to stay strong, for both of us.." he told himself and that day for the first time he voluntarily took the medicines and the injections instead of resisting like on the other days.

•A month later•

Slipping into his comfy yellow hoodie that Seokjin had always liked on him, Namjoon got out of their house to visit Seokjin in the hospital.

He was released from the hospital two days ago and his parents insisted that he should stay with them instead of their apartment until he totally recovered. He accepted the offer quicker than his parents had pictured. And he was here now, cycling his way from home to the hospital as it was really close and he could visit during the specific hours without wasting much time. Buying Seokjin's favourite pink roses he smiled at the memory of how their apartment always smelt like it. With a doubtful nod at the doctor Namjoon opened the door of the cabin, trying not to make a sound, as if he was in a slow motion. The doctor smiled at him and said, "Don't worry. You can come in normally, he won't hear you. Here, sit here. I'll leave now then. If you need anything, call in the nurse. And have faith." With that he rose from his seat to leave. When he was near the door, Namjoon asked, sadness from a discovery taking place both in his voice and face, "Doctor, you yourself are not sure that he will wake up or not, isn't it? That's why you said that you would operate his eyes after he wakes up." He looked into his eyes for an answer as drops of tears rolled down his cheeks; he hoped that he was wrong. A guilty expression took over the doctor's face and he found it difficult to answer right back. He could feel the sadness radiating from the boy in front of him and he didn't want to crush his hope so he went back to him and kneeling in front of him as if he was talking with a small child he said, "I know that we aren't that powerful but love is. I believe that you'll bring him back." A faint smile was the only type of positiveness he could show on his face to Namjoon before going away.

"By the way, you can hold his hands or touch him, gently." He said just before leaving through the door.

If it was a normal day and he was alone with Seokjin, they would have stolen kisses as much as they could but it wasn't one. Namjoon looked at Seokjin's face with longing in his eyes. He couldn't even imagine the pain he had gone through during the accident and that tore his heart apart more.

"I am sorry. I am so sorry. Only if I had insisted you on keeping the window shut, all of these would never have happened!" Namjoon started crying softly holding Seokjin's hand with utmost care. "Please come back, please. I promise I will be a better boyfriend. I will help you every time while doing the dishes. I'll always dry off my back after coming out of the shower. I'll always keep my clothes in place and I'll always laugh at your jokes... Please don't leave me."

He lost track of time; he just sat there looking at his beloved's face and prayed and hoped until the doctor came in to say that the visiting hours are over and he should be going back home. It was as if he was getting separated for the second time but he told himself and also Seokjin that he would come back tomorrow. With a soft and loving kiss on the forehead - as a goodbye, Namjoon took his leave.

On his way back home, Namjoon bought a camcorder so that he could record most of his daily life incidents and show them to Seokjin when he would wake up. He didn't want him to feel left out and to feel that he missed out on any important things going on in his life.

The thought of Seokjin's happy face made him smile, stupidly - as other people would say - in the middle of the road.

Reaching home, he changed his clothes quickly, too excited to start talking to Seokjin, the future Seokjin.

"Hi! Well this is a little awkward but" he rubbed the back of his head and continued while looking away, "I hope that this will make you happy and I hope wherever you are now, you are doing well and trying to come back to me because, well, you see, I miss you..." he turned his eyes towards the camera, the emptiness getting filled with tears, "a lot.."

He laughed at himself and wiped away his tears. This would make him so sad, he thought.

"Ah! I am so silly! I know you might be worrying about me but I am totally fine. And I got a small head injury.. here" he pointed towards the area at the side of his head where he got hit and brought the camera closer, "and a few scratches, here and there.." and smiled pressing his lips together that made him look cute according to Seokjin.

"I am in my parent's home now because they said I need care and rest! And the channel also gave me the permission to work from home for a month! Yeah, I know you would be angry that I am working even in this condition but I will feel bored, all day sitting down and doing nothing! The only exciting thing in my days is visiting you..." He paused to check whether the camera was working properly or not as if trying to avert his heart from getting sad again then sighing lightly he continued, "oh! Do you know what the station director said? He said that Seokjin is one of our most valuable journalists, so we can never lose him. Once he gets well he can join his post right away." He made a quoting gesture with his left hand and then smiled broadly. "Let's see, what's mom and dad doing! Let's go, go go.." taking the camera he went out of his room and started looking for his parents. "Oh there they are in the living room!" He walked up to his mom smiling and holding the camera in front them said, "Mom say hi to Jin! I am recording for him!"

His mom looked at him with adoration and smiled at the camera, "Jin, honey, get well soon! We miss you! I will make your favourite steak when you visit us!" Namjoon's dad invaded the camera and taking it away from Namjoon's hand he exclaimed, "Sonny, come quickly!! I can't wait to go fishing with you!!! I bought new fishing rods! And the chess match is still incomplete! I am so gonna beat you this time!! Ha ha ha!" Saying that he handed it over to Namjoon and secretly wiped away the droplets formed at the corner of his eyes.

Namjoon was so happy that he took this decision. He recorded even the moments when he was with Seokjin.

He told him dad jokes everyday when he visited him. Seokjin used to love telling dad jokes and laughed at them himself. Now, he was doing that too - telling jokes and laughing himself.

"My wife is really mad at the fact that I have no sense of direction. So I packed up my stuff and right."

"A skeleton walks into a bar and says, 'Hey, bartender. I'll have one beer and a mop."

"My friend keeps saying 'cheer up man it could be worse, you could be stuck underground in a hole full of water.' I know he means well."

"The fattest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi."

Sometimes Namjoon felt emotionally drained and miserable being lonely, no matter wherever he went. Seokjin's presence had such a big impact in his life that even if he wanted to it was undeniable. He never wanted to deny though, but all he wanted was Seokjin to come back and fill up the empty void. At night the empty space beside him haunted him. He wanted to hug Seokjin tightly and let his worries slip away but Seokjin not being there was his main worry; he could never afford losing him. And that's what fueled him to look forward to the next day, to smile, to try and to hope.

It's been a couple of month since the accident and Seokjin showed no sign of improvement so far. Their parents broke down often but Namjoon stayed strong, for everyone, for himself. He knew that Seokjin was going to come back to him, to them and he was going to make sure that it happened. He told his parents that he was going to move back to his apartment by the end of the first week. His parents were obviously reluctant to let him go but he was adamant. Though it'll be a little bit far from the hospital but at least he would have Seokjin's traces near him when he was there.

"Umm.. Don't laugh at me, okay? I am going to make some egg rolls for dinner tonight! Don't worry. Ha ha. I learnt the recipe from mom today. You'll see the inner chef in me wake up today!" Namjoon laughed shyly at the camera and put it on the shelf beside where he was going to cook. It was a day after he moved back in that he decided to cook because he thought that he should learn doing these things now as a way to lessen Seokjin's pressure.

"It didn't turn out as good as yours but it's edible though I burnt it little bit. Here look! But you have to say that the burnt areas look like fancy design!" He raised one of his eyebrows cockily, "presenting to you omelèt by the great chef Señor Namjoon Kim!" Everything was going well until now but just when he bowed like at the end of a show the plate in his left hand slipped making a dive to the floor. Looking at the food on the floor he sighed deeply, disappointed at his careless ass. "Seems like I have to order food today... Nevermind! If not today, may be tomorrow!" Showing a thumbs up at the camera he switched it off.

Days went by in a mundane way - recording videos for Seokjin, visiting him, working, cooking and crying and hoping. The only thing that was added to this routine was Namjoon's car driving lessons. This time he took it seriously and within one and a half month he got the driver's license. But he still went to take special lessons so that he could use it if any emergencies occurred. Every time he sat behind the wheel, the memories from that day came rushing in before his eyes, only to make him imagine himself in place of Seokjin, only to make him want the pain for himself. But that also fueled his desire to do everything for Seokjin that he couldn't do earlier.

It was one of those mundane days, five months after the incident, when Namjoon just got up and was brushing his teeth. The ringing of his phone that early in the morning made him scrunch his eyebrows. Quickly finishing his brushing, he went over to look who it was. The doctor's name on the screen made him feel like his heart was in his throat and it beat really fast in anticipation and fear. He quickly dialled back - a side of him hoping for a miracle but he tried to suppress it in fear of jinxing it and another side of him was afraid of the worst and again he wanted to suppress it, fearing he would jinx it too.

"H-Hello! Doctor?" He had to literally struggle to take out the words from his throat.

"Yes! Namjoon! I have a good news! Seokjin has regained consciousness!" The doctor's voice rang through the phone. Namjoon didn't know how but he found himself panting through the main door of the hospital and pounding on the elevator switches as if his life depended on it.

He didn't even realize that he needed to stop to catch a breath until he stopped in front of the cabin door. Taking in the much needed oxygen he huffed and steadied his messed up self and opened the door trying not to make a sound. Seokjin had been transferred to a normal cabin as he didn't need ventilation anymore and he was breathing normally.

What Namjoon saw after entering made his heart sink a level lower. The nurse was giving him an injection to make him go to sleep and the bandages that were still on his eyes reminded him that he couldn't see anymore, not yet.

The slight touch of hand on his shoulder startled him. Turned around his eyes met with the pair of sympathetic eyes of the doctor. He said, "He was having trouble breathing a little bit because of staying in ventilation for so long so we needed him to go to sleep. We'll be looking after him all day and night and we hope that he would be able to breathe properly by tomorrow. Don't worry. This is a positive response and isn't this what you wanted for so long? For him to wake up? Don't be sad.. You'll be talking with him in a few days. And there's another good news! We found a donor so we can perform the operation quickly. We'll held a meeting about that today. The Lady Luck is on your side, buddy. Cheer up!" He flashed a smile that Namjoon was seeing for the first time and it made Namjoon realize that the doctor was genuinely happy which made him sigh in relief; Seokjin was not leaving him.

Pacing back and forth impatiently in front of the operation theatre Namjoon ate almost all the nails on his fingers out of extreme nervousness. The doctor had told him repeatedly that it was a simple operation and that he needed to relax but he was not a person to listen.

The day when Seokjin came out of coma, in the meeting the doctors decided to perform the operation the immediate next day and so as told so was done. And hence Namjoon was there outside, pulling on his hair and praying for the operation to be successful because though the doctor told him to relax, he knew that the operation was a complex one; they were operating Seokjin's optical nerves.

"Namjoon, can you come with me?" The chief doctor called him in to his chamber after the operation was completed. Namjoon got happy seeing that the operation was complete and he excitedly went over to the doctor but this summon made lines of worry clear on his forehead.

"What is it doctor? Is he okay?" Namjoon asked as soon as they entered through the door.

"Please, take the seat first!" The doctor gestured his hands towards the chair opposite to his and he himself sat in his own revolving chair.

"I can see that you are quite shaken but there's nothing to worry about!" He continued with a kind smile on his lips, "The operation was successful. But it may take a month to heal so until then we can't allow him without bandages. After that he can go back to his normal life again!"

Namjoon felt like a heavy stone had been removed from his chest and he sighed in relief.

•••

That one month seemed like an age to both of them.

Namjoon never stopped visiting Seokjin with flowers and never did he stopped telling the jokes. But the only difference was that Seokjin laughed, at every jokes he threw, he smiled and replied to everything Namjoon said and Namjoon felt like his life was filling up again, drop by drop with happiness.

One month passed by, in a blink for Seokjin, amidst rehabilitation and therapies and like a snail trail for Namjoon, amidst all the desirous waiting.

Two days before the bandages were supposed to be cut off Seokjin asked for his parents to visit him. When they arrived he told them about the ring and also said that he had filled in the details and had paid the advance before the accident happened; they just had to go there with his ID card and get the ring after making the full payment. He also told them to keep it a secret from Namjoon as it was supposed to be a surprise to begin with. The next day at evening his parents handed over the ring to the doctor after the visiting hours were over because all of them knew that Namjoon would be there then.

"Is Namjoon here yet, doc?" Seokjin asked. "No. You don't have to ask that so many times, you know that right? We'll do it after he arrives here!" The doctor replied laughing.

Seokjin strictly wanted the doctors to cut his bandages after Namjoon arrived because he was the first person he wanted to lay his eyes on. "Why is he being so late for? Other days he comes here before time!" Seokjin thought and huffed loudly as his lips formed an automatic pout.

"Ah! I am so so sorry for being late!" Namjoon burst through the door as if he had run the short distance. "Doctor, I have a request. Please don't let me down." Namjoon looked at him with pleading eyes. The doctor nodded indicating him to go on. "Can you please do this at the hospital garden? Under the cherry blossoms? You can take the wheelchair there, right? Please, please?" Namjoon grabbed his hands and begged. "O-okay... Nurse, pack the necessary things up and make arrangements to take Seokjin to the garden." The doctor asked the nurse, quite amused himself.

Seokjin slowly opened his eyes, adjusting it to the evening sunlight. He looked straight ahead of him only to find Namjoon kneeling in front of him, on one knee and with a ring in his hand. An unutterable feeling took over his soul as he looked at the man in front of him whom he had loved from the time he had laid his eyes on him, kneeling on top of the fallen cherry petals with the sun going down behind him. This was the best thing he could have ever imagined to see ever in his life. With shaky fingers he reached into his pocket and took out the ring that was supposed to be already on Namjoon's ring finger. An astonished gasp left Namjoon's mouth, "You gotta be kidding me!" "I am not..." Seokjin said mildly, with smile on his lips and tears in his eyes.

They both slipped in the rings into each others fingers and Namjoon hugged Seokjin tightly yet gently, whispering in his ears, "Happy seventh anniversary, my love..."

Breaking from the hug, Namjoon held Seokjin's hands softly, still on one knee and started singing "So That I Love You" that he had been learning by heart for the past few weeks. Seokjin couldn't believe his ears. The song fit perfectly with Namjoon's voice making it more appealing. The emotions poured out from his eyes as they both continued to look into each others eyes. As the song ended, Seokjin leaned his head on Namjoon's shoulder and said softly, "You are such a good singer! I would have never expected that you would do this for me! I love you.."

Namjoon pulled him closer, if it was possible, and whispered back, "I love you more.."

"You know there's no point in arguing, right?" Seokjin asked.

"Yeah! I know..." Namjoon smiled and kissed his forehead, "thank you for coming back."

Seokjin softly tugged on Namjoon's collar to which Namjoon smirked lightly and leaned in to kiss Seokjin on his lips. He peppered Jin's plump lips with butterfly kisses making him giggle. In between one of those kisses a cherry petal got caught between their lips and like a sudden realisation they became aware of their surroundings which made a redness rush to their cheeks.

To hide his embarrassed face Seokjin buried his face into the crook of his lover's neck. Namjoon felt a wave of warm current pass through his chest and he leaned, ever so softly, on Seokjin's warm cheeks, feeling his warmth.

He was again made aware of how much he had longed for this particular sensation. As tears brimmed again in the corner of his eyes, he was glad that he didn't have to record this moment into a camcorder. It was getting tucked gently in the most protected corner of his mind to cherish forever.

And when Seokjin looked up, and stared deep into his eyes, all Namjoon could do was kiss him again, promising to stay by his side always, no matter how hard the situation might become.

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