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Forever, My Always

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Seokjin stands at the stove, stirring a pot of yukgaejang, humming softly under his breath. The smell of the spices tickling his nostrils, the sounds of the broth bubbling. In his element. This is how Seokjin unwinds after a long day; cooking for himself and his husband who has yet to come home. He readies the side dishes of steaming white rice, scooping them into their bowls, and sets the table.

Shouldn’t be long now.

Placemats in their respective places, glasses filled with red wine, the brand his husband loves oh so much. Seokjin places a small little bouquet in the middle of the table, an assortment of peonies, white carnations, and pink roses tied with a thin, white ribbon, he picked up from the flower shop on his way home. Seokjin glances at the clock hanging in their kitchen, 6:58pm. His husband will be, should be, walking in through those tall, brown doors any second now.

He rushes to their bathroom, making sure his hair doesn’t look out of place. Straightening up stray pieces of flyaways and his shirt, and he hears the front door click open softly, and closed. A soft sigh of relief is heard as he then hears the shoe closet being flung open, a short ruffling of his husbands coat.

“Babe?” He hears his husband call out. Seokjin smiles, walking out of their bathroom and down the short hallway to greet him with a kiss.

“Welcome home.” Seokjin whispers. “I missed you today.”

“I missed you, too. Today was such a bitch. All I wanted to do was come home and wait for your cuddles.” Yoongi smiles up at him, wide and gummy, but tired.

“I made dinner. Come.” Seokjin takes Yoongi’s bag and sets it down by the door, holding his husbands hand in his and towards their dinning room table. Yoongi looks on in awe at the small, but beautiful set up. The flowers bringing light onto their dark table runner, the lights dimmed slightly. The fairy lights Seokjin hung up when they first moved in are on, flashing their soft white lights, creating a firefly effect. The smell from the soup and rice had finally made their way to Yoongi’s nose, making his stomach growl, and Yoongi smiles up at Seokjin sheepishly.

“You didn’t eat all day, right?” Seokjin huffs lightly, pushing him towards one of the chairs.

“I never got a chance to. You know how Namjoon and I get when we’re in the zone.” At least Yoongi has the decency to look a bit guilty, so Seokjin let it go. He merely smiles and shakes his head, settling down in the chair next to Yoongi’s, and takes his hand in his. Presses a small kiss to the knuckles on his husbands hand.

They eat quietly, except for the noises of gratification at how well the food tastes. Surprisingly, Yoongi finishes before him, and he feels eyes on him. Looking up with a mouthful of food, Yoongi looks on at him with his wine glass in hand, fond, so soft, and looks so utterly enamoured.

“Stop watching me eat. You’re being creepy.” Seokjin huffs through his bites of food.

Yoongi laughs at that, bringing one hand to poke at Seokjin’s protruding cheeks.

“I can’t look at my husband now? How mean. You look like a hamster. It’s so cute.” Yoongi whispers, as if it’s a secret no ones meant to hear.

Seokjin flushes, ears burning as he swallows the bite he had.

“I do not.” He pouts, causing Yoongi to laugh a little harder. Seokjin will never be able to understand his husband’s weird compliments.

“You so do.”


Seokjin finishes a few minutes later. They’ve moved to the living room, an empty bottle of wine on their coffee table, glasses half full with the last bits of wine left from the bottle. They’re a bit tipsy, giggling.

“You should have seen Hoseok’s face when Taehyung came in with that bouquet and asked him on a date. It was priceless.”

Seokjin giggles again as he takes a sip from his glass. “I’m just glad one of them finally made the move. It was so hard watching them dance around each other all the time.”

Yoongi hums. “It really was. I told Hobi to get his head out of his ass and do it first, but I guess all those nights Jimin spent listening to Tae made him realize that nothing would come of their pining if one of them didn’t step up.”

“We weren’t that bad, right?” Seokjin asks, leaning into the feeling of Yoongi’s hand in his hair.

“Are you kidding? You were so emotionally constipated it even hurt me to watch.”

Seokjin slaps his chest lightly with his free hand.

“At least I never made up excuses to not come around whenever I heard you’d be there and stuttered whenever I was in front of you.”

“We don’t talk about that, Jinnie.”

Seokjin laughs loudly, his glass threatening to spill over. Yoongi catches it, lifting it and setting it on the coffee table. He taps Seokjin’s shoulder to move, and walks over to their stereo system and fiddles with their cd collection to the side. Seokjin watches in curiosity as Yoongi finally finds the cd he was looking for, and pops the disk into the stereo. Yoongi clicks to the song he wants to play, and turns back to walk towards Seokjin.

The first few melodies ring out into their apartment, and Seokjin recognizes it immediately. At Last by Etta James. Their wedding song. Seokjin can feel tears prickling at his eyes as Yoongi extends his hand towards him.

“W-what are you doing?” Seokjin stutters out, failing at keeping his voice steady.

“May I have this dance, Jinnie?” Yoongi asks softly, hand still extended. Seokjin blinks once, twice. Then lifts his hand to place it into Yoongi’s. Yoongi pulls him up, moving them to the middle of the room, circling his hands around Seokjin’s small waist.

Seokjin puts his arms around Yoongi’s neck, forehead pressed against Yoongi’s. They sway slowly, bodies pressed tightly together. Side to side, chest to chest. Eyes fluttering closed.

“I love you, you know?” Yoongi says. “I think it was the first time I ever set eyes on you that I immediately thought, ‘I’m going to marry that man. And I’m going to give him the world.’”

Seokjin giggles through the tears falling gently down his cheeks.

“The first time you met me, I was drunk and sobbing hysterically over that asshole of an ex of mine.”

“Imagine that, me wanting to marry you even though you were a mess. I want to meet him one day and thank him.”

Seokjin picks his head up. “Why in the ever loving fuck would you want to meet him? And thank him, at that?”

Yoongi smiles, wiping away Seokjin’s tears with a rough thumb. “So I can thank him for bringing you to me. It’s because of him I got to meet you, fall in love with you. Marry you. I can kiss you whenever I want. You’re my forever, Jinnie. My always. My first choice. You’re so important to me. I don’t ever want to let you go.”

Seokjin kisses him. It’s salty from his tears, sweet from their wine, slow, tongues intertwining. Breathless, he feels light weight.

And it’s perfect. They pull away

“I love you, Min Yoongi.”

“And I love you, Min Seokjin.”

Seokjin doesn’t ever want to let this man go.

He’s his forever. And always.