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[Quien lo diría.]
Seokjin checks his phone for the third time today just to see if the date has changed.
It hasn’t.
It’s still been three weeks, two days, and fourteen hours without Namjoon. He thought long distant would be easy. They were accustomed to not seeing each other in college because of their busy schedules, but this felt different.
Ever since moving in with Namjoon he’s been spoiled. They’ve spent every possible moment together to the point that Seokjin has gotten used to waking up to his lover each morning.
These past weeks have been almost akin to a nightmare. Each morning he would wake up, hoping to see Namjoon lying next to him, but he never was.
[Que se podía.]
His phone rings. He doesn’t need to look at the caller ID to see who it is.
It’s Namjoon.
He lets it ring a few times before answering. Seokjin doesn’t want Namjoon to think he’s been staring at his phone all day, although he’s done exactly that.
The minute he places his phone to his ear is the moment Namjoon’s husky voice speaks.
“Hey baby.” It’s deeper than normal meaning that he’s just woken up.
“Morning, baby,” Seokjin mutters into the speaker, unable to hide the fond smile forming on his face. He’s glad no one is here to see him. “Did you sleep well!”
“Yeah,” Namjoon breathes into the phone. “I dreamt of you.”
Me too.
Seokjin only chuckles. He’s promised himself he won’t tell Namjoon how he really feels — how much he misses his husband when he’s not around. Namjoon’s job requires him to travel all over the world at a moment’s notice, and Seokjin had signed up for it when he and Namjoon decided to marry.
All Seokjin could do was support him.
“Oh, if you dreamt of me that means you slept very well,” Seokjin teases, although when he dreams of Namjoon he wakes up the next day feeling more tired than usual. It’s like his mind spends all night thinking of Namjoon and doesn’t allow him to rest.
Namjoon’s husky laugh is like music to his ears.
“I suppose I did,” he muses. “How are you?”
I’m miserable I miss you too much.
Sometimes he wishes Namjoon could read his mind so he wouldn’t have to keep hiding his feelings. It’s not like he wants to deceive him, but Seokjin knows Namjoon will drop everything to come back to him if he knows how Seokjin feels. He doesn’t need that.
“I’m fine,” Seokjin lies easily as he breathes. “Taehyung and I have been going out for dinner almost every other day.”
He can almost see Namjoon roll his eyes on the other line.
“Please tell me he’s paying for his own food,” He whines.
“Nope, it’s all on your card,” Seokjin says happily and Namjoon groans.
“Of course it is,” but there’s no bitterness in his voice. Namjoon loves his younger brother, and Seokjin is glad he has someone to keep him company while Namjoon is gone.
“I have to go now, I’ll talk to you tonight, okay?”
Seokjin doesn’t want the conversation to end, not yet. He hasn’t got his full fix of his husband, but he can’t monopolize Namjoon’s time.
“Okay,” Seokjin agrees. If he goes to sleep soon he’ll sleep through the night and talk to Namjoon in the morning anyway.
“Namjoon—,” Seokjin finds himself blurting out before he can stop himself.
“Yeah?” Namjoon breathes into the phone expectantly almost as if waiting for Seokjin to say the magic words.
I miss you. I hope you know I miss you so much, I know you’re not here but I feel like you’re with me. Yet, that isn’t enough. Please come home to me.
Seokjin doesn’t say any of those things.
Instead, he says, “have a good day at work.”
He hears Namjoon hum on the other line. “Sleep well, okay? I’ll talk to you when you wake up.”
After saying goodbye the phone clicks. Seokjin is left alone.
—
[Hacer el amor por telepatía.]
Seokjin can usually make it through the day without his husband since he has things to distract him.
Night time is a different story entirely.
When Namjoon is home, they lie in bed together, cuddling or indulging in each other’s bodies until they are satiated.
Without Namjoon, Seokjin is left to satisfy himself. On those nights, he feels pathetic as he has to imagine Namjoon touching him in order to get off.
He sneakily places his hand underneath his boxers to where he can feel his semi hard cock aching for Namjoon’s touch. He drags his own hand along his length and closes his eyes, trying to picture Namjoon on top of him.
It doesn’t take much to do so. In moments he feels like Namjoon is next to him.
“Jinnie,” the figurative Namjoon breathes into Seokjin’s ear as Seokjin gasps while picking up the pace of his hand.
“Joonie,” Seokjin whines out as his hand continues to move up and down his own dick. “Touch me.”
Namjoon complies. His large hands cover Seokjin’s bare skin as they make their way down until they’re both resting on Seokjin’s waist.
Seokjin continues to stroke himself, his breath getting heavier with each stroke.
“You’re so beautiful, babe,” Namjoon groans on top of him, and he rests his head on Seokjin’s forehead.
Seokjin only strokes himself harder. He can feel his orgasm building up, but he knows his hand isn’t enough to get him off.
Namjoon chuckles on top of him, and finally places a hand on his length.
“Cum for me,” Namjoon commands, and Seokjin does just that. He groans as the warm, white liquid splatters all over his hand and chest. Namjoon quickly disappears as he had appeared, leaving Seokjin alone in the huge room.
He breathes heavily and it takes him a few minutes to compose himself long enough to clean himself off before getting back to bed.
Seokjin dreams of Namjoon once more.
[La luna está llena, mi cama vacía.
De noche y de día. De noche y de día. ]
—-
[You know I’m just a flight away.]
Namjoon knows Seokjin is lying to him, but he can’t bring himself to tell the man anything. If he acknowledges how much Seokjin misses him, he’ll have to acknowledge how much he misses Seokjin in return.
[ If you wanted you can take a private plane.]
Damn, how he wishes he could drop everything and go back to him. It's been a rough three weeks without his husband. Namjoon has grown accustomed to spending every moment he's not working with Seokjin to make up for the time they lost in college. His happiest moments are when he can lie in bed with Seokjin all day and just enjoy each other's warmth.
Unfortunately as the future CEO of his father's company, he spends a lot of time on business trips. He tries to make up for Seokjin's absence by calling him as much as possible, but every time he does he has to fight the urge to go back to him.
What he would do to kiss Seokjin and let him know that he misses him.
Namjoon debates texting Seokjin good night, possibly with a cheesy couple of sentences but decides against it. Seokjin might already be in bed, and he needs to get ready for his meeting in two hours. He throws his phone onto the hotel bed and tries to get his mind off of his husband.
However, that's almost impossible for Namjoon. Everything in his luxurious hotel reminds him of Seokjin. From the hotel curtains that would make Seokjin gasp in awe at how expensive they look to the small bar in his mini fridge that contains Seokjin's favorite drink, Namjoon cannot escape his boyfriend.
And, he likes it that way.
[ A kilómetros estamos conectando. ]
Since his meeting isn't for another two hours, he decides to lay in bed awhile longer. Namjoon crawls back into bed, hoping that he doesn't fall asleep and miss the business meeting he's been planning for months. To keep himself from falling asleep, he grabs his phone once more and scrolls through his photos.
Most of his photos are of Seokjin with the occasional photo op together. There's photos of them in Paris for their honeymoon, in Singapore when Seokjin accompanied on a business trip, and another taken at a hotel in Milan.
Namjoon stops scrolling when he reaches this particular pic and can't help stare at it for a long time. Seokjin had spent the day shopping while Namjoon was in and out of meetings. He was exhausted by the end of the day, but he still had a lovely dinner with Seokjin in their hotel.
When they had made it back into their room, Seokjin had surprised him. While Namjoon was freshening up, Seokjin had changed into the pretty lace lingerie he had bought that day. The photo Namjoon had on his phone was that of Seokjin sprawled on their hotel bed, his eyes filled with lust and hunger for Namjoon.
[ Y me prendes aunque no me estas tocando. ]
Fuck, I miss him.
He feels his dick twitch by just looking at the image, and fuck, what he would give to have Seokjin with him right now. Namjoon misses Seokjin's bare body on his own, the feeling of them intertwined and becoming connected. Seokjin's moans ring in Namjoon's ears, almost as if Seokjin is there with him.
Without another thought he reaches down to stroke himself under his sweatpants. Namjoon wonders if Seokjin does the same thing back home. Does he touch himself while imagining Namjoon is with him?
He can almost hear Seokjin next to him, feel the man's hands on his own skin and that's what keeps Namjoon going. His strokes grow harsher and sloppier until he's coming ungracefully. Namjoon groans as he takes his hand out of his pants to see it covered in his own cum.
He feels pathetic. Seokjin's absence truly affects him this much. If only he could make love with Seokjin right now, if only Seokjin could feel how he was feeling although they're thousands of miles apart.
However, that's impossible, and Namjoon is left to pleasure himself to fill the void of not having Seokjin with him.
He sighs and rolls out of bed to clean up, wishing he could make time fly by faster so he can be with Seokjin sooner.
---
[ You know I got a lot to say.]
Seokjin has just woken up from a fitful sleep when he hears his phone ringing to announce a video call. He groggily reaches for his phone and presses the accept without looking to see who it is. It can only be one person.
Namjoon appears on the screen wearing a business suit with the tie loosened. He appears to be back in his hotel room. Seokjin yawns as he sit up on their shared bed so he can see Namjoon better. His husband chuckles on the other side of the screen.
"Sorry, did I wake you up baby?" Namjoon says, tenderness in his tone. Seokjin shakes his head, although Namjoon did in fact wake him up. If he says yes, Namjoon will insist that he goes back to sleep, but he refuses to do so.
"No, I was just laying in bed," Seokjin tells him with another yawn he cannot stop. Namjoon chuckles once more while Seokjin finds himself pouting.
"How was your meeting?" Seokjin asks, trying to keep a casual conversation so he doesn't get too emotional at 9 in the morning. Namjoon's face immediately changes, and he looks tired.
"Annoying," Namjoon tells him truthfully, "We can't quite agree on anything yet."
Seokjin tries to hide his frown. "Does that mean you'll have to stay longer?"
Come home already, I don't want you to stay any longer. I can't spend another moment without you.
That's what he wishes he could tell Namjoon, but he knows that he can't.
[ All these voices in the background of my brain. ]
Namjoon doesn't answer right away. There's a look of contemplation on his face that Seokjin cannot quite decipher. It's almost as if he's planning something in his head.
"I'm not sure," Namjoon eventually says with a sigh, "I guess we'll have to see."
Seokjin nods along trying not to let Namjoon’s words get to him. “Okay, I’ll make sure to push back your appointments here then.”
Namjoon looks a little rueful as he agrees with Seokjin, but there’s not much he can do about it. His work is important for both of their livelihoods. They just have to endure the pain and want they feel for each other.
“I’ll bring you back anything you want to make up for it,” Namjoon tells him, “what do you want?”
You.
Seokjin thinks, but in the end only shrugs.
“Surprise me,” he eventually says. Nothing material will ever be the same as having Namjoon back with him anyway.
Namjoon yawns right as he says this, and Seokjin knows it’s time to let him go although he’s reluctant to do so. Even Namjoon appears to not want to end the call just yet.
“You’re tired,” Seokjin states the obvious but Namjoon says nothing about it.
“A little, but I don’t want to hang up just yet.”
It’s the closest thing Seokjin will get to an ‘I miss you’ from Namjoon.
[ y me dicen todo lo que estás pensando.]
He knows that Namjoon misses him, it’s obvious that Namjoon missed Seokjin as much as Seokjin misses Namjoon. Yet, getting a hint from his husband makes him feel a lot better.
His thoughts are correct, Namjoon misses him.
“Well, why don’t you get ready for bed and I’ll get ready for my day,” Seokjin offers, and Namjoon perks up at this idea.
Seokjin takes his phone to the bathroom and sets it up on the counter to where he can see Namjoon. Namjoon does the same. They brush their teeth together in different parts of the world, but for a moment, Seokjin feels like Namjoon is right next to him.
After washing their faces, Seokjin takes Namjoon to the kitchen so he can make breakfast while Namjoon tries to fall asleep.
“I want to eat your cooking,” Namjoon whines as he watches Seokjin put rice in the rice cooker. Seokjin rolls his eyes.
“I imagine you’re eating the best food they have to offer,” Seokjin reminds him, but Namjoon only frowns.
“It’s not the same as yours. It reminds me of home.”
Seokjin’s heart skips a beat, and he tries to pretend that Namjoon’s words don’t affect him. He merely lets out a forced laugh.
“Well, you’ll have to come home sooner if you want to try it.” He’s meant that in a playful tone, but the look Namjoon gives him tells him that perhaps it’s hit a little too close to home. Namjoon opens his mouth to speak but closes it before any words come out.
[ Me imagino lo que ya estás maquinando. ]
Seokjin knows that look, but he chooses to ignore it. They’re both walking too close to the line that keeps them sane while they’re apart.
They speak for another ten minutes but soon Namjoon’s eyes begin to droop. Seokjin wishes him a good night and watches as Namjoon disappears from his screen, a sense of loneliness washing through him.
—-
Namjoon hardly talks to him for the next few days.
They exchange brief messages here and there, but it’s not enough to satiate Seokjin’s loneliness. After the fourth time messaging Namjoon without a reply, he decides to let it go.
Namjoon is probably too busy with his meetings. Negotiating must not be going as planned. Seokjin tries his best not to let his sadness get to him and distracts himself by redecorating their apartment.
By the fourth day of Namjoon’s absence, Seokjin has almost returned to normal.
Around noon there’s a knock on his door, but he’s not expecting visitors. It must be Taehyung, he often shows up unannounced.
So Seokjin lets go of the artwork he was rearranging to open the door. He’s not expecting anyone special, so when the first thing he sees is his husband holding a large bouquet of flowers in his hands when he opens the door, Seokjin stops breathing.
Namjoon looks sheepish as he looks back at his husband.
“Hey,” Namjoon manages.
“What are you doing here?” Seokjin asks when he’s finally over his initial shock.
Namjoon purses his lips, a hesitant look on his face.
“I missed you.”
There, there are the words Seokjin has wanted to hear for weeks. He doesn’t let Namjoon speak anymore, pulling him into a hug that causes the bouquet to fall on the floor.
Seokjin doesn’t care. Namjoon is home.
“I missed you too, idiot,” Seokjin breathes right before he pulls his husband in for a long needed kiss.