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“Kook. JK.”
Burying his head deeper into his pillow, Jungkook brought the covers closer to him and tried to ignore Seokjin’s sleepy groan. Seokjin, however, pulled it back and nudged him with his foot.
“Mmm,” Jungkook hummed in response, holding onto the covers for dear life since Seokjin wasn’t the only blanket hog in this bed.
“Your phone, Jungkook,” Seokjin said, annoyed by the irregular buzzing coming from Jungkook’s nightstand and by the younger man’s unwillingness to stop it.
“Mmm.”
This time, Seokjin didn’t hesitate and kicked him hard in the shin.
“If you don’t get that phone, I will throw it out of the window.”
“It’s probably just Yugyeom texting me,” Jungkook whined and rolled over on his stomach.
“Then answer him for God’s sake,” Seokjin said in an exasperated voice as he sat up and swung his pillow, hitting Jungkook’s back. He then snatched the whole blanket for himself and left the bedroom with it, while grumbling about ‘noisy mornings, no respect, and a stupid idiot’. It was hard to tell whether the last part referred to Jungkook or his friend.
Sighing, Jungkook blindly reached out for his phone and tried to read the messages there with one eye still closed.
[gyeom]
hey
[gyeom]
wat u doin 2day
[gyeom]
wanna meet 4 frisbee game in d park
[gyeom]
and get snack later
[gyeom]
u can bring jin hyung along
[me]
cant
[me]
gotta pick new kitchen table n paint the living room
[gyeom]
laaame
[gyeom]
married life changed u
[me]
f u
With no desire to wait for another Yugyeom’s intelligent reply, Jungkook rolled his eyes and threw his phone somewhere next to him on the bed just as the low battery notification popped up on the screen. His friend’s last comment was bugging him though, the words like an echo in his head, and he could even imagine Yugyeom’s smirk that would accompany it.
Nevertheless, Jungkook held out his hand in front of his face.
Unlike Seokjin, he usually wore his wedding ring through the night since it didn’t bother him. Being used to the familiar presence on his finger, he rarely took it off. It was mainly because he was paranoid that it would get lost. But sometimes he just liked to glance down at his hand instead of pinching himself, which he would never admit in front of Seokjin.
It was weird to think that a simple silver band could have a great change in life attached to it. A constant reminder of the vow Jungkook had given and had received in return.
But was he that different now? Or Seokjin? Did they reach the peak of their relationship? Was there nothing left for them to lean about each other? Was their life about to only get boring from now on? What had changed?
With those thoughts, Jungkook closed his eyes and clenched his hand in a fist, holding it close to him.
-
Jungkook didn’t remember falling asleep again but the next time he woke up, it was to Seokjin giving him a big smack on the lips.
“Uh, your mouth is greasy,” Jungkook murmured, slightly grimacing at the oily feeling on his lips after Seokjin had basically used them as a napkin. Based on the eggy and fatty taste he was given, Jungkook could tell what was for breakfast that morning.
“And you haven’t brushed your teeth yet,” Seokjin said with a smirk and sat back at the edge of the bed. “How are you still in bed?”
Jungkook shrugged.
“It just happened,” he said while stretching lazily. Something between Seokjin’s thumb and forefinger caught his attention though. He raised his eyebrow. “Is that bacon?”
Grinning, Seokjin finished the piece of meat, mouth shining and glistening.
“I don’t know, is it? Get up and find out yourself.”
“Don’t wanna,” Jungkook said as he pulled Seokjin down by the lapels of his robe. Jungkook loved Morning Seokjin who was dishevelled, slow, and relaxed, simply asking for cuddles.
Being always the man of action, Jungkook wasted no time and started kissing him, keeping it languid and easy just how Seokjin enjoyed it.
“Jungkook,” Seokjin said in an amused tone when the younger man untied his robe, his hands immediately sneaking their way under his shirt.
Pressing light pecks along the length of Seokjin’s neck, Jungkook grinned against his skin.
“Help me wake up.”
“You are already up,” Seokjin sighed as he pulled away, his finger pushing gently against Jungkook’s chest just as he was holding out his arms for Seokjin again.
“Kiss me one more time.”
“We’ve got things to do today.”
“I know.” Unceremoniously, Jungkook flopped back into the pillows. “I don’t feel like going anywhere though.”
“Me neither. At least not IKEA.”
“So how about staying in?” Jungkook suggested immediately once he sensed the opportunity for negotiation. There were thousand and one things he’d rather do than spend his time shopping for furniture - like ordering take-out and snuggling with Seokjin in bed the whole day. “We can pick up the paint some other time, I’m sure the walls will get by few more days. And do we really need a new table? The old one is kind of okay.”
The current state of their kitchen table was a far cry from being okay. Both Jungkook and Seokjin commented on it at least four times a week, which was why Seokjin was staring deadpan at him now.
“We’ve already been putting it off for so long. And we agreed to finally get a new one once we move,” Seokjin said, and he sounded tired and resigned. “Also, your parents are coming over next weekend and I can’t serve them dinner on the table where my naked butt was. That just seems completely inappropriate.”
Jungkook laughed out loud, grinning up at Seokjin.
“Are we going to buy a new table everytime we have sex now?” he asked.
“True,” Seokjin said as he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. “Maybe we should just stop having sex in the kitchen.”
-
Neither Jungkook nor Seokjin were interior design enthusiasts so settling for one table that was supposed to become a crucial part of their kitchen was actually quite easy. Getting the parts from the store and bringing it home along with a new rug that Seokjin had impulsively purchased, their groceries, a bunch of paint cans, rollers and other necessities, didn’t cause them any troubles either.
The real problem was actually putting the table together as they failed to understand the confusing manual that came with it.
“There must be something wrong with this, it doesn’t make any sense,” Seokjin grunted before thrusting the paper with instructions into Jungkook’s hands as if it personally offended him.
The frown on Jungkook’s face deepened as he continued to read through it.
“What’s this part 4-B they keep mentioning?” he asked, the manual in one hand and screwdriver in the other.
“Exactly!” Seokjin cried in frustration from where he was rummaging through the contents of their fridge.
In an urgent need of a break, Jungkook strode over the mess they had made in the last hour and joined Seokjin, who passed him a popsicle.
“We are out of beer,” Seokjin explained when Jungkook gave him a quizzical look.
That was how they found themselves sitting on the floor leaning against the kitchen cabinets, while licking and sucking on popsicles in a comfortable silence.
“Hyung, what’s my favorite book?” Jungkook asked suddenly even though he did realize how random the question must have seemed.
However, Seokjin didn’t even bat an eye as he started to lick his sticky fingers clean.
“What?”
“Name my favorite book.”
“Hm, you like to say it’s Lord of the Rings,” Seokjin said, humming thoughtfully, “But I know you’ve only watch the movies since I have never seen you pick up a book without pictures before.”
“Screw you,” Jungkook gasped and slapped Seokjin’s thigh, but the other just smirked at him in return.
“As if I’m not right, dumbass.”
“You are a dumbass. What was the name of my second pet, then, Mr Know It-All?”
Seokjin pursed his lips and slightly squinted his eyes as he searched through his memory.
“I know Goldie was your fish, which was your first pet. But the second one was a bird – was it called Justin or Seagull?”
“Justin Seagull,” Jungkook mumbled, choosing to fix his eyes on the melting ice-pop in his hand rather than facing Seokjin’s judgmental grin.
“Huh, I would fly away too with that name,” Seokjin noted, not disappointing Jungkook’s expectations at all. “Ok, but I was close. Now, tell me, what’s up with all these questions?”
“I was just curious,” Jungkook shrugged while he still he refused to meet Seokjin’s eyes. Of course, Seokjin took advantage of it and quickly bit off the tip of his popsicle.
“About what?” he prompted with his mouth full, sputtering the sweet sticky slush everywhere.
“If or how much you knew me,” Jungkook said, adding hesitantly, “… as my husband.”
Half-choking, Seokjin started laughing.
“And how is the name of your cat, turtle or canary important for our marriage? Jungkook, what’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re acting weird.” Seokjin shook his head but didn’t press for a further explanation, so they both stood up, washed their hands and got back to work.
Both of them were determined to not get beaten by a stupid Swedish piece of furniture. After a string of colourful profanities (Seokjin) and a set of angry push-ups (Jungkook), which were crowned by dumping the offending manual straight into a bin (Seokjin again), they decided to figure it out on their own.
By miracle, they eventually ended up with a nice table to complete their kitchen. Maybe it was two hours later, with three screws left and several instances of them being on the verge of filing for divorce, but they did it.
“Hey, hyung,” Jungkook said once they were lying on the carpet in the middle of their living room, sprawled out under their new table.
“Hm?”
“Oh, um, nothing. Just forget it.”
He and Seokjin didn’t really have heart-to-heart nor did they talk about serious stuff often, at least not in a serious way. Heck, they had gotten engaged during one of their fights on whether the crust was the best or the worst part of pizza.
“What’s up, Kook?” Seokjin nudged him in the ribs, turning his head to see him better.
“It’s nothing, honestly. It’s… did we change?” Jungkook blurted out, while he kept tugging at the drawstrings of his sweatpants. “I mean, after getting married.”
Seokjin rolled over on his side and propped his head up on his hand, drumming his fingers on Jungkook’s stomach.
“I don’t think so?” he replied casually. “You’re still annoying.”
“Haha, funny, so are you.” Jungkook was quick to push him, and laughing hysterically, Seokjin lay down on his back. “Just, answer the question.”
“Is this what the earlier interrogation was about? Do you already regret this?” Seokjin wondered, slightly out of breath and red in the face. “It’s been only a month and a half. Jesus, I thought you would give us at least a year.”
“Hyung, be serious. Aren’t things a bit mundane?”
“I don’t know, things are just the same for me,” Seokjin said and put his arm over his eyes, yawning. “Marriage is just like a seal of my promise to you and to your parents that I will take care of you. But I still love you the same. I don’t need to do anything exciting to be happy with you. I just like being with you – you make things exciting for me.”
Upon hearing Seokjin’s answer and his calm voice, a smile crossed Jungkook’s face and he didn’t try to fight it.
“You are gross but I love you,” he chuckled, his hand already finding Seokjin’s, their fingers fitting together like puzzle pieces.
“And you pain in the ass but I love you too.” Seokjin smiled at him before dropping a kiss on his temple. “I guess that’s marriage.”
Even though Seokjin looked like the ideal man Jungkook had dreamed about, he hadn’t turned out to be like one. He was loud and weird, his taste and sense of humor were questionable, and he didn’t eat pizza crust nor chocolate. And Jungkook knew that he was nothing like the men Seokjin used to date before him – men that were older, richer and way classier than the broken student and part-time barista who had messed up Seokjin’s order everytime only to enjoy some extra minutes of his company.
Nevertheless, they had chosen each other and made it feel like they were meant to be together, just like soulmates would. Fate, fireworks or stomach butterflies – they got nothing on them.
“Are you falling asleep?” Jungkook whispered when Seokjin remained quiet for a while.
“What if I am.”
“You’re old.”
“You will understand once you reach my age,” Seokjin scoffed, but he snuggled closer to Jungkook’s side. “Can we just take a quick power nap before we start painting the walls.”
[gyeom]
im jk u r lucky
[gyeom]
make sure u christinate ur new table lol
[gyeom]
prob alrd did u kinky aholes
[me]
again, f u.
[gyeom]
u have a husband 4 that