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Honestly, Namjoon had hoped to be the first one at the first one at the restaurant, but his fiancé was already seated at the table when the server led him to their private room, gazing coolly at him with a mildly curious face.
He stood up to bow lightly at him, and Namjoon bowed back before they both sat down and placed their orders.
"Nice to meet you," he said with what he hoped was a charming smile, making sure to flash his dimples. It's been proven that they worked to make him seem more approachable (cuter, in Hoseok's words), and he was going to use everything he could to make sure this meeting started and ended on amicable terms.
It was the first meeting with his to be husband, after all.
"Nice to meet you too," Kim Seokjin replied softly, smiling in a polite manner. The omega was much prettier than the photos Namjoon had seen, with a soft, smooth face and sweet almond eyes. "I'll be in your care."
Namjoon's reply was cut off by the waiter arriving with their food, and he didn't miss the way Seokjin's practised smile almost morphed into something genuine at the sight of food.
He smiled into his glass of wine, relieved to know that his future husband wasn't one of the cold types, at the very least. Of course, the simple action didn't mean much in it itself and he could be jumping to conclusions and he was technically judging a book by it's cover but– this was the first time he was meeting the man he'd be spending his life with and a bit of optimism would be more welcome than his usual rambling thoughts, in Namjoon's opinion.
They made small talk at the beginning, which both of them were frustratingly good at. It was a useful skill when you come from a family of business owners, but it was also preventing either of them from taking the first step into talking about something more…substantial. They were getting married in two months and have been talking for thirty whole minutes and all Namjoon knew so far from the conversation was that the appetizer tasted very pleasant.
"Seokjin-ssi," he called, deciding to be more direct, "What are your views on the marriage?"
The omega blinked in confusion, before pulling himself together. "Well–," he began, and Namjoon knew without hearing the rest of the sentence that it was going to be something textbook polite.
"I'm very honoured to be marrying into such a prestigious family. Rest assured that I'd do my best to be a wonderful husband."
The alpha resisted the urge to sigh. It was a purely business arrangement after all, it was natural that the other would respond in kind.
"I have no doubt about that," He said neutrally. "Can I– would you allow me to say something, if it's not too out of the line?"
"I–yes? Of course, you don't have to ask," Seokjin replied, tiny bit of confusion leaking out into his voice.
Namjoon took a sip of his wine, forming the words in his head. "I'd like us to be friends," he said finally, gauging Seokjin's carefully crafted expression with every word. "I'm not expecting romantic affection or love, so you don't have to worry about forcing yourself, but it'd be nice to be friends at least if we're going to be living together, right?"
Seokjin doesn't say anything at first, but then he's smiling shyly– it's just a small upturn of his lips, but it's the most sincere thing Namjoon had received from him the whole evening.
"I'd like that."
The wedding is a rather normal affair.
Of course, it's lavish beyond belief because both their families treated it as an opportunity to show their wealth, but Namjoon is used to extravagant parties.
What he is grateful for though, is the fact that him and Seokjin thankfully had that one meeting to get the awkwardness mostly done with. It definitely made things easier, knowing what the other expects and is comfortable with.
"I do," Namjoon breathed out, feeling the words cement in stone.
"I do," Seokjin replied, and something relaxes in him, visible through the layers of his white suit. Namjoon could understand. There was something peaceful there, in a twisted way, that the decision was out of your hands now. It's done, for better or for worse.
The priest orders them to kiss, and they do so, moving closer dutifully.
Namjoon doesn't know about the omega, but to him, it's impersonal. It's barely a fleeting touch on the lips, and his mind is on a thousand different things– hearing the cameras going off in the background, wondering if any of his sisters cried, going over all the things they have left, now that the main part is over– it might be the most hollow kiss Namjoon has ever given.
And he's fine with it, he thinks lightly as they drew apart, watching Seokjin give him the subtlest of nods. They're not here for that. They're here to represent a business deal between their two companies, and to figure out how to coexist peacefully.
"Three more hours to go," Namjoon murmured in Seokjin's ear, smiling reassuringly as he led the man to their seats. Seokjin nodded and smiled back, wrapping an arm around Namjoon's own. Putting up a show was important, when half the audience were your stockholders and investors.
There's not much to do other than looking pretty and posing for the photos– they dance once, and listening to Seokjin's hushed confession about not being a very skilled dancer had made Namjoon grin, half amused and half relieved that his husband didn't expect much from him either in that department.
"Well, as long as we look romantic," he laughed, drawing out an unexpected giggle from Seokjin.
Somehow, they manage to go through the dance, because as it turns out, it involved even more posing for photos rather than much dancing. The part where he had to dip Seokjin at the photographer's request was anxiety inducing– he'd never live it down if he dropped his husband at their own wedding – but even that passed safely.
"Good job, husband," Seokjin had smiled coyly, offering his hand and letting Namjoon lead him off the dance floor.
Namjoon let out a bark of laughter, shaking his head at the unexpected teasing. "Thank you, husband."
The wedding concludes without a hitch, both of them the perfect picture of newlyweds, just the right amount of bashful yet happy. The shyness is definitely real, Namjoon muses, although the happiness most likely stems from the relief of getting the ordeal done with.
He, at least, is very glad to be given a chance to finally rest at home.
But then he sees how hesitant his husband is the elevator, and it hits him that while this may be his home, it's unfamiliar to Seokjin. Seokjin, who just left his family behind the moment he got into the car. Seokjin, who'd be stepping foot into a home he doesn't know, who'd think this place that's permeated with Namjoon's scent is strange and uncomfortable.
Namjoon doesn't know what to say to make it better, so he keeps quiet. This is something he couldn't help with, other than make sure Seokjin didn't lack any kind of comfort in his– their, home. The omega's composure was admirable, at least, because he had already collected himself in the short time it took them to exit the elevator and reach the front door of the penthouse. If he didn't know better, Namjoon would think he had imagined the hesitant expression.
"Welcome," he murmured while opening the door, doing his best to smile at his husband.
Seokjin looked around, taking it in. "It's nice," he commented, walking further into it.
"Your luggage is already in the bedroom," Namjoon informed, pointing the direction to a curious Seokjin. "I think. I vaguely remember my mom telling me about that," he tagged on, rubbing the back of his neck.
Seokjin blinked, and then laughed.
"I can give you a tour of the house tomorrow," Namjoon offered, changing the topic which made Seokjin smile wider. But then the mask was back in place again, and the alpha sighed internally. It wasn't that much of a problem though, it's been mere hours after the wedding, after all. They literally just registered officially in the city hall before coming to the apartment.
He led Seokjin to the bedroom, offering to set up a separate guest room if the omega wanted, which the man turned down. Namjoon had no complaints, sharing a room was better anyway if they were going to live with each other for the rest of their lives.
The luggage was indeed there, and Namjoon had just turned to inform Seokjin about that when the man fell back into the bed with a satisfied "oof", kicking off his heels.
"Don't mind me," Seokjin muttered with closed eyes and god, he must be exhausted if he's letting go of the formal act.
"Do you want me to, uh, massage your feet?" Namjoon offered. He never had the wish or the need to wear heels, but he knew from both his mothers that even the most expensive shoes can hurt like a bitch if you wear it long enough.
"No," Seokjin said slowly. "It doesn't hurt that much, will be fine in a while."
He nodded. "You can use this bathroom, I'd use the other one."
The omega murmured a quiet thanks, opening his bag of luggage. Namjoon himself hesitated in front of his closet, debating what would be appropriate to wear for the first night with his husband– because he usually slept shirtless– before deciding it's best to look like a decent man, today at least.
When he comes back from his shower, Seokjin is already finished and ready, and Namjoon feels his stomach churn when he sees the outfit his husband is wearing.
It's a sheer pink negligee that hugs all the right areas of the omega, and he's beautiful. Don't get him wrong, Namjoon's husband is absolutely gorgeous.
It still doesn't stop the implications hitting Namjoon in the face though, nor does it hinder the repulsion that he tries to keep down.
Namjoon doesn't know how long he stands in the doorway for, but Seokjin's face morphs slowly from the nervous, expectant to concerned.
"We don't have to do this," Seokjin offers, generous.
Namjoon should have refused. He thought he was ready for this, had mentally prepared himself for the unpleasant duty. He'd have to do it eventually, there's Seokjin's heats to take care of, and half the point of the marriage was to have an heir. It didn't make sense to back out on the wedding night–arguably the most important time to know each other intimately.
"Thank you," Namjoon said instead, finally taking a step into the bedroom.He sat down next to Seokjin, who obediently bared his neck for him to mark. They'd have to mate at least, but thankfully, this was a part that he didn't have troubles with.
Namjoon quickly finishes biting into Seokjin's gland, the omega's crisp, cotton-y scent surrounding him. Seokjin reciprocated by biting his neck in return, getting the necessity done with.
"You– you can change if you want," Namjoon said, awkwardly rubbing his neck, unsure what to do next. Seokjin glances at him for a minute, but then he nods and pads quietly to his bag to pick up more comfortable pyjamas.
While Seokjin is changing in the bathroom, Namjoon takes the chance to adjust the duvet and the pillows, just to have something to do. He's settled under the covers on his side of the bed by the time the omega returns, and they go to sleep with a soft "goodnight" shared between them.
It's still a little awkward, but compared to them dancing around sex a couple minutes ago, Namjoon would prefer this. His body seemed to agree– or maybe it was too exhausted from a literal wedding to spend too much energy overthinking– but sleep came to him surprisingly fast.
They'd have to talk eventually, but Namjoon guessed it could wait till morning.