Jungkook doesn’t really like first days.
They’re always awkward, filled with a sense of fear for the unknown. People staring at you and wondering who’s the new gu y, and for a person like Jungkook, who enjoys his privacy, that’s dreadful.
I’ll be one floor away , his husband told him before pecking his lips and getting inside his own car. We can meet up if you feel too overwhelmed .
And Jungkook does feel overwhelmed, but he’ll push through. When he accepted this job, he promised himself he would let his relationship out of the building. He wants to make it by his own merits.
“You’re not listening to me, are you?” His new coworker asks, and it takes a few seconds for Jungkook to remember his name.
“I am, yes.” He offers the other man a smile, bringing the coffee cup to his lips. “You’re a producer, too”
Taehyung nods, adjusting the glasses up the bridge of his nose. “So, we’re going to work a lot together, I heard you write as well.”
“I do, I–” he stops, catching himself before he mutters the next few words started writing with my husband . “Well, I started recently.”
Jungkook occupies himself by drinking more of the coffee, not really sure how to proceed in social situations, but Taehyung seems to be a social butterfly, taking Jungkook around and introducing him to everyone.
And he won’t lie and say he remembers the names of the people he meets on the way back to his cubicle, but they all seemed really friendly.
It’s a bit odd, Jungkook won’t lie, to see his husband’s face all over the place; in computers, walls and TVs as the day goes on. He recognizes almost all of the pictures and at which point of time they were taken, simply because Namjoon often sends him selfies when he’s in a photoshoot.
More odd than that, however, is to accidentally hear someone talking about Namjoon, or better yet, RM, next to his cubicle. They have nothing bad to say, but they probably wouldn’t be talking at all if they knew, Jungkook’s sure.
“RM’s so hot, isn’t he? I saw him once when I went upstairs,” says one of them, in a hushed whisper.
He is hot, Jungkook must agree. He can’t help but grin to himself when he hears the words, but doesn’t look up to see who spoke them. He’s trying to keep a low profile, you see.
Taehyung comes to talk to him a couple more times during the day, and their supervisor insists on introducing Jungkook to the team, telling everyone he graduated college with honors and that the company is lucky to have him around. Jungkook’s sure he blushes a little at that.
He really doesn’t like first days, but like all days, it eventually ends.
“How was it?” Namjoon asks when he arrives home, over two hours after Jungkook. “You didn’t come to me.”
“Is that disappointment in your voice that I hear?” Jungkook jokes, clicking pause on the movie he was watching. “I told you, hyung, I’m not going to come running to your studio. Technically, we don’t know each other.”
Namjoon hums, coming closer to him. He places his hands on Jungkook’s shoulders and squeezes, pouting. “We do know each other, though. Very well I may add.”
“Not at work.” Jungkook raises an eyebrow, tilting his head back and against the chair so he can look at his husband better. “There, you are the RM and I’m just the new guy.”
“The new guy,” Namjoon repeats, starting to massage Jungkook’s shoulder blades. The younger man relaxes almost immediately, sighing in content. “Well, new guy , now that we are home in our own little world, can you tell me how was it?”
“It was alright. I met a nice dude, Taehyung. Your face was everywhere and I heard someone talking about you.”
“You did?” Namjoon’s tone is ever so casual. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook scoffs, knowing exactly what Namjoon is referring to. Once, when they’d just been dating for a little over six months, Jungkook was in a record store and this tall, older guy who worked there started to chat with him about a rapper named RM. He went on and on about the music, told Jungkook he even went to a concert, and kept trying to convince him to buy mono., obviously unaware Jungkook already owned at least one copy of every album - all of them signed, by the way. “But this was different because I realized that’s going to happen pretty often.”
“Are you changing your mind about not telling anyone?”
Jungkook shakes his head, sinking in the wonderful feeling of Namjoon’s hands on him.
“Not yet. You really don’t mind, do you?”
Namjoon bends down to kiss his forehead. “Of course not, love. I want you to be comfortable there, and I’ll always support you.”
“So cute,” Jungkook giggles, running his hand over Namjoon’s arm. “I kinda love you, I think.”
“You think ? Do you often marry people you’re not sure you love?”
Jungkook hums, pouting. He tilts his head to the side, pretending to think deeply about his answer. “Only once a month.”
“You’re a little shit.” Namjoon squeezes his shoulders tightly and then his hands are gone. Jungkook complains, turning his chair around and making grabbing motions towards the taller man, who’s now walking towards the bedroom. “You don’t deserve massages.”
“Yes, I do!” Jungkook stands up, basically sprinting in his direction and placing his arms around Namjoon’s waist. “Pleeeease, hyung, give me a massage.”
“Only if you ask nicely.”
Jungkook lets his arms travel further down. “Please?”
“Aish,” Namjoon half groans, half laughs. “Fine.”
Later, when they’re lying in bed and Jungkook has his cheek pressed against Namjoon’s chest, his husband says:
“Don’t worry about work, love. You’ll do incredible. You’re so talented and so hardworking. Everything’s going to be okay. They’ll know your name and they’ll respect you.”
“I love you, Joonie,” Jungkook replies, a lazy smile on his lips.
“With absolute certainty?”
“With absolute certainty.”
“You know RM, right?”
Jungkook freezes immediately, turning around slowly to look at Taehyung. His coworker is blinking slowly at him, waiting for an answer.
“No,” he replies slowly, the lie rolling out of his tongue with ease. “Why?”
“You don’t know RM?” Taehyung seems confused. “He’s, like, one of our top artists, how do you not know him?”
“ Oh .” Jungkook nods, breathing more easily. “You mean know of him, not know him directly.”
“Well, duh ,” Taehyung chuckles. “How would you know him directly? But listen, I just wanted to ask if you’re going to send in a track for his next album.”
Jungkook knows what he’s talking about, but not because anyone at work told him so. Namjoon mentioned it a few nights ago as he massaged Jungkook’s foot after they got into bed. He said the company wants the employees to send in tracks to see if any of them make the cut for RM’s next record.
“Oh, I don’t know.” The truth is on the tip of his tongue, the words I’ve worked on tracks that made into RM’s latest album . He swallows them down. “Will you?”
Taehyung nods. “I have a couple tracks I think he’ll like, but it’s more like mono . than Persona . Boss said RM’s still working on a variety of sounds and is looking to get inspired.”
Jungkook realizes that hearing about his husband as if he doesn’t know him is not funny like it was in the record store or odd as it was during his first day at work. It’s hard. It’s extremely difficult to listen to Taehyung go on about Namjoon’s album making process and act as if he hasn’t already heard the tracks RM is thinking about putting on his record, or the lyrics he’s working on.
One of Jungkook’s and Namjoon’s favorite activities together is to work on music. Jungkook loves to hear his husband rap over the tracks he created, some of them existing only in his hard drive. He loves to know that the backing vocals of so many recent songs are his, and how people online keep trying to guess, and yet never do.
He loves all the secrecy, all the intimacy, all the things that are only his, only theirs.
But right now, at this very moment, listening to Taehyung, a person he has only known for four weeks but has already proven to be such an amazing dude, Jungkook finds it hard to keep it inside.
“You should send a track in, Jungkook. You never know what the artist will like and having a song you made on a RM album is a very huge step in this industry.”
Jungkook stares at his computer, mind running a mile a minute, headphones hanging loosely around his neck. He knows Namjoon would be a total pro about it; if he sent in a track, his husband would evaluate it like any other track, and if he was chosen, it wouldn’t be because they’re married.
But he knows this. Other people wouldn’t believe so, and that’s why Jungkook can’t tell.
“I’ll think about it,” he ends up saying and Taehyung nods, thoughtful.
Jungkook puts the headphones back on and allows himself to get lost in the work.
“Would it be weird if I sent in a track for your album?” Jungkook asks when they’re having dinner later that night.
Namjoon tilts his head, chewing the food before replying. “Of course not. You’re a producer, it’s your job.”
“If you don’t choose it I won’t be mad, I promise.”
His husband sighs, taking Jungkook’s hand on his. Jungkook has always enjoyed how it feels to have his fingers intertwined with Namjoon’s.
“I know, baby, but I find it hard to believe I won’t like something you made.”
“Don’t be biased!” Jungkook whines and Namjoon laughs. “If it’s not good enough, then it isn’t. Don’t choose mine just because it’s, well, mine.”
“Hey, look at me.” Jungkook does. Namjoon’s eyes pierce into his and the younger man’s heart skips a beat like they’re two strangers who met in a bar and don’t know what the future holds. “I promise you, work is work. I’ll be professional. Okay?”
Namjoon takes their intertwined fingers up to his lips and kisses Jungkook’s knuckles.
“Now, tell me about your day.”
Park Jimin is a force to be reckoned with.
He’s been dancing non-stop for the better part of an hour, so concentrated Jungkook isn’t even sure his newest friend noticed when he came in.
Taehyung introduced the both of them in the previous week, right after he and Jungkook sent out their ideas for RM’s album. He had mentioned Jimin a few times before, told Jungkook he was a choreographer at the company and they were roommates.
“Do you ever get tired?” Jungkook asks when Jimin finally stops the music and walks to his backpack to grab his water bottle. “You’re a machine.”
Jimin glances at him with a side smile before downing half of the bottle’s content. He dries his face with a white towel and moves back to where Jungkook is, back against the mirror wall.
“Look who’s talking,” Jimin scoffs, sitting next to him on the floor. “What, came here to blow off some steam? I’m working on a couple choreos just for fun.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook cracks his knuckles. “Then teach me.”
“In a minute.” Jimin closes his eyes, breathing slowly, head against the glass.
“So you do get tired.” Jungkook laughs when Jimin tells him to shut up. “What songs are you working on now?”
“I decided to try choreographing some rap tracks. More specifically, Agust D’s Daechwita and RM’s Intro: Persona.”
Jungkook allows himself a bit of a facial reaction because Jimin has his eyes closed. Biting down his lip, he wonders what Namjoon would think if he danced to a song of his.
“Teach me the Persona one,” he asks, deciding that, knowing his husband, Namjoon will probably have a feral reaction to it.
“Your wish is my command,” Jimin replies. “But in a minute.”
“Okay,” Jungkook laughs, body already pulsating in excitement.
“You’re actively trying to kill me,” Namjoon whines on the call as soon as Jungkook picks up.
“I’m at work, you know?” Is what Jungkook replies with a smirk on his lips. He had already walked out of the room before picking up, knowing that his husband would have plenty to say about the video Jungkook sent him.
“Well, so am I , but that didn’t stop you from sending me that video, did it?”
Jungkook can’t stop the giggle that bubbles out of him, walking fast towards the smoking area of his floor.
“Did you like it?”
Namjoon scoffs. “ Let me think . Did I like to watch my husband dancing to my song ? Yeah, of course I liked it, Jungkook, I watched it three times .”
“But I sent it to you only 10 minutes ago and the song is almost 3 minutes long.”
Jungkook opens the door to the smoking area, trying to contain his laughter. There’s only one person there, a woman he has never seen before, and she seems completely absorbed in whatever she’s reading on her phone.
“Who choreographed it?”
“Park Jimin, you know him?” Jungkook clutches to the phone on his ear. “He’s the one who filmed me dancing.”
“I don’t know him, but he’s really good at his job. Do you know if he posts online? Would love to check it out.”
“I’ll ask.” Jungkook smiles. “I’m so glad you liked it, really. I wish I could’ve seen your face.”
“And I wish you could come up right now for me to kiss the shit out of you.”
Jungkook’s stomach flutters, remembering the feeling of Namjoon’s lips on his. “Hold that thought. Later?”
“Later,” Namjoon agrees in a pleased sigh.
“You two would make a cute couple,” Jimin mutters out of fucking nowhere when they’re getting coffee at the cafeteria in a work break.
Taehyung laughs, Jungkook kind of chokes on his very hot drink and both of his friends think this is just hilarious.
“Relax, it was just an observation.” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows. “Unless you’ve been thinking about it, too.”
“Jimin,” Taehyung giggles, slapping his friend’s hands over the table. “Shut up.”
Jungkook shakes his head, not knowing what to say but really trying to keep his cool. Maybe he should just tell them. Like, not about Namjoon necessarily, but just say he has someone. They’d probably have questions and ask for photos, and Jungkook’s totally not prepared for any of it, but he could just… Tell them. Right?
“Oh, I forgot to mention. I saw RM in the hallway the other day.”
Jungkook closes his mouth shut, belatedly realizing the words were already on the tip of his tongue.
“Really?” Taehyung asks excitedly. “Is he as tall as the pictures make it seem?”
Jimin nods, showing off that smile that makes his eyes turn into crescents. “His voice is very deep, too. I didn’t talk to him, but he was on the phone.”
“He was?” Jungkook asks just to make himself part of the conversation, but it feels weird. Well, it is weird, in every way possible.
“Yeah, with someone he calls love , by the way,” Jimin whispers, coming closer, as if he’s telling them a gossip. Technically, he is. “I didn’t know RM had a partner.”
“ God ,” Taehyung sighs. “Can you imagine dating someone who can write songs about you? That’d be my partner if I wasn’t single.”
“Date me, then,” Jimin asks jokingly, blushes, then glances at Jungkook. “Has someone ever written a song for you, Kookie?”
Jungkook doesn’t have time to think of a good enough lie because as incredible as that might sound, he’s a bad liar, but at the same time, telling the truth right now seems like a terrible, poorly thought idea. So he opts for a half truth.
“I’m a music major, what do you think?”
That makes both Jimin and Taehyung laugh out loud and soon after they’re asking Jungkook about details. He gives a story, but makes it vague enough so that they can’t connect it to a specific person.
“We were dating for a couple months and I was staying over at his place for the weekend. I woke up in the middle of the night and found him in the living room with a notepad. He was writing lyrics.”
A slightly younger Namjoon with blonde hair makes his way to the forefront of Jungkook’s mind.
“When I asked to see, he said I’d run for the hills. I said I wouldn’t. So he showed me.”
“The song was about you?” Taehyung gushes.
“It was about feeling no longer alone because the other side of the bed isn’t cold anymore.”
Jungkook told him he loved Namjoon that night. They didn’t even make it to the bedroom, made love right there, and for the first time in his life, in that moment, Jungkook felt like everything would be fine. He holds that memory very dear in his heart.
“Why did you guys break up?”
We didn’t .
“Sorry about that, buddy.”
He hates this. Jungkook needs to be honest with them.
Namjoon is trying his hardest not to look at him too much, Jungkook will at least give him that.
It’s the first time they are in the same room ever since he started working at BigHit, and Jungkook really thought he wouldn’t find it as thrilling as he does, especially when he has to speak and refer to his own husband as Namjoon-ssi .
His track was chosen, and Namjoon wasn’t the one to tell him; he kept it professional just like he promised he would, and watched the new Ariana Grande documentary with Jungkook last night instead of giving him the news.
Jungkook found out when he got in this morning, and his boss told him and Taehyung that RM would like to work with them for a couple of tracks for his next record. Taehyung jumped up and down when their boss left, holding onto Jungkook’s shoulders as he tried not to scream.
After his friend calmed down and decided to go upstairs to tell Jimin, Jungkook fished his phone from his pocket and sent a text to his husband.
i’m happy you liked that one
we all did! you’re so fucking talented, jungkook, i can’t wait to have your name on my album. not an alias, YOUR NAME.
i love you, hyung. thank you for always believing in me.
you’ll fly high, baby. this is just the beginning.
ps: i heard kim seokjin asked around who wrote stay ;)
Jungkook sucks in a breath.
THE KIM SEOKJIN???$/&(:)-?):&?
YUP! it was presented to him a couple days ago and he really liked it. asked if he can have it.
FUCK YEAH HE CAN
lol i know i promised not to do this but i just wanted you to know 🥺
just pretend you know nothing when they come talk to you
im a very good actor
And now that they are here in the same room and Jungkook’s talking about the chosen track, he realizes he’s not that good of an actor after all.
Because Namjoon has that look on his face. That look that says he’s listening to every word that comes out of Jungkook’s mouth, and on top of that, his lips. He’s trying not to smile, to remain professional, but Jungkook can see he’s struggling. He keeps dragging his eyes away, probably obsessing in his own mind if he looks maybe a bit in love to the others in the room.
“And thank you for this opportunity,” Jungkook finishes, bowing. He knows who all of them are; has seen them in photos with Namjoon or at dinner parties.
“We see a lot of potential in your work, Jungkook-ssi,” says Pdogg, one of the producers Jungkook hasn’t officially met before and that he’s pretty sure has no idea that he and Namjoon are a couple. “I’ve heard a few of your tracks and it’s really nice to finally meet you and be able to tell you in person how much I liked them.”
“Wow, thank you so much, sir.” He bows again, unable to contain his enthusiasm.
“I must ask, though, and this has nothing to do with this meeting in particular,” the man next to Pdogg, Hiss Noise, the only other person in the room Jungkook has never met before, mutters, “but who’s singing on the demo of Stay ? That voice is amazing, I got curious.”
Jungkook bites down his lip. He can almost hear Namjoon’s face muscles doing everything they can not to smile.
“That would be me, sir. It’s my voice.”
“You have such a lovely voice, have you ever considered becoming a singer?”
Yes and no .
“Ah, I don’t know, but thank you.” Jungkook decides this isn’t either the moment or place to get into that. “That’s really kind of you to say.”
Namjoon clears his throat. “Well, Jungkook-ssi, I’m looking forward to working with you and I hope you’ll take our advice into consideration.”
“Of course, sir.”
“Send the final track to me by the end of the week,” instructs Min Yoongi, speaking for the first time in a while. Jungkook finds pretending to not know him almost as hard as pretending to not know Namjoon.
“I will, sir.”
As Jungkook leaves the conference room, his phone buzzes with a new message.
meet me in the restroom near my studio in 10 minutes?
Jungkook stares at the text and feels his body pulsating all of a sudden. He can’t help the grin that spreads across his face.
can’t wait until we’re home?
all of that namjoon-ssi really did me in
i can wait though…
you don’t have to, i’m feeling reckless today
a little making out won’t hurt
*jumps up and down*
i love making out with my husband
Jungkook goes straight to the restroom, locking himself inside one of the three stalls. He waits with his heart beating fast against this chest, feeling like a teenager all over again. He hears the door open and close almost immediately, and then:
“Last stall,” he whispers, opening it up for his husband to get inside. Namjoon put on a beanie, a gray one Jungkook loves on him. He smiles softly, reaching out to the younger man. “What if someone comes in?”
“I locked the door,” Namjoon whispers back, stepping forward and ending any distance between them.
He kisses as delicately as he touches him, with a thumb caressing his cheek and his other hand resting on Jungkook’s hip.
It makes Jungkook a little desperate, how kissing Namjoon still makes butterflies flutter and knocks the breath out of his lungs.
They met at a party when Jungkook was just a freshman and the older man was already selling out arenas. He never thought they would become anything serious; not when Namjoon had so many people who wanted him and a completely different life that Jungkook was not a part of and knew nothing about.
But somehow, against all odds (odds that Jungkook later found out he made up by himself because Namjoon always wanted them to be the real thing), they ended up here. So madly in love, with promise rings in a chain around their necks and a bunch of love songs in their pockets.
Jungkook deepens the kiss, his entire body responding to Namjoon’s touch. It’s so easy to love this man, he thinks. So easy to be loved by him, too. He gets lost in it, but not in a way that means you can’t find your way back home, because he is home.
“I love you,” he whispers against Namjoon’s lips. “For evermore.”
“For evermore,” Namjoon repeats, capturing Jungkook’s lips on his again.
Jungkook’s out of breath by the time they break apart, fixing shirts and wiping lips. They giggle a bit while doing so, like high-schoolers skipping 4th period to make out with a sweetheart and everything feels a little bubbly.
But then Namjoon opens the stall, Jungkook walks out behind him and they’re faced with Kim Seokjin washing his hands.
The idol slowly rubs soap on his fingers, humming to himself and then opens the tap, washing it all away. He doesn’t glance at them, drying his hands and throwing the paper in the trash before finally raising his eyes.
“Good afternoon,” he says, and Jungkook doesn’t know him, but there’s a clear hint of amusement on his tone.
“Good afternoon, hyung,” Namjoon replies, voice a little restricted. “I, uh, this is Jungkook.”
Seokjin drags his eyes from Namjoon to him and Jungkook wants a hole in the ground. He’s dreamed for years of what it would be like to meet the Kim Seokjin and getting caught making out with his husband was certainly not it. Yet, here he is, extremely embarrassed, bowing to his idol.
“You’re the new guy,” Seokjin says in recognition. “Well, not so new now. I really enjoyed the track they sent to me.”
“Thank you, Mr. Kim.”
“Oh, please.” Seokjin waves his hand in dismissal. “No need for formalities. You’re making out with my buddy in a bathroom stall, we’re past that. Call me hyung.”
Jungkook blushes, wondering if he thinks hard enough about that hole it will materialize itself and he will be able to jump inside it. His husband looks at him, that questioning look that Jungkook can translate very well, and the younger man nods.
“We’re married,” Namjoon says and Seokjin arches his eyebrows in what Jungkook would name as a delighted surprise . “For almost a year now.”
“ Namjoonie ,” Seokjin exclaims, walking forward to hug him. “That’s so wonderful.” He lets go of Namjoon and hugs Jungkook immediately after. “Congratulations to you both.”
“Thank you, hyung.”
“Well, just be careful with this locking yourselves in bathrooms thing,” Seokjin advises after he’s stepped back near the tap again. “You never know who might walk in, and I’m guessing you don’t want people to know.”
Jungkook nods slowly. “I don’t want people to think I- Well, I want to succeed by my own merits.”
“And you will,” Namjoon mutters at the same time Seokjin says:
“Come by my studio sometime next week, I really want that song Stay .”
Jungkook’s eyes go wide. “Really?”
“Really.” The idol offers him a warm smile. “You’re incredible, Jungkook. Anyone can see that.”
He bows before taking his leave. Jungkook stares at the closed door for a while, feeling excitement pulsating through his body.
“When you tell this story in the future, make sure to mention the no need for formalities line.”
“Shut up,” Jungkook whines, burying his head on Namjoon’s chest. His husband laughs, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s slightly smaller frame. “I can’t believe I just met Kim Seokjin in these circumstances.”
“Honestly, me neither.”
“No more making out in the bathroom.” Jungkook pulls away to look Namjoon in the eye. “No matter how horny Namjoon-ssi makes you.”
Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “It takes two to tango.”
“Well, I won’t tango anymore.”
Jungkook pecks his lips and moves away, staring at himself in the mirror to make sure he doesn’t look like he was doing what he was doing. Namjoon remains in the same spot, a lazy smile playing on his lips.
“Stop staring at me,” Jungkook asks without really meaning it. “Don’t you have work to do, RM?”
“Don’t call me that, you know what it does to me.”
“Okay.” Jungkook runs a hand over his hair, then turns around. “See you later, RM.”
Namjoon’s in the middle of a whine when Jungkook opens the door and walks out, sporting his best version of a poker face.
When the three of them decided to get drinks after work, Jungkook didn’t think events would unfold the way they did.
First, they got slightly drunk. Second, they went to the dance floor and shook ass to Britney Spears’ Toxic. Third, Jimin had to leave because his neighbor reported a lot of distressed cat noises from his apartment. And fourth, Taehyung started flirting with him.
“I’m sorry, what?”
Jungkook blinks once, twice, heat coming up his cheeks. His hand tightens around the wine glass as he stares at Taehyung’s perfectly sculpted face.
“I asked if you wanna go back to my place,” Taehyung repeats and Jungkook shakes his head.
No, no. He heard it. Loud and clear.
He’s just… Astonished.
“Tae…” he mutters, then clears his throat, making a decision to finally tell his friend the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. God, he’s really not sober. “I, uh… I’m married.”
Taehyung’s eyes widen and there’s a beat in which they stare at each other and Jungkook has no idea what to do. Then, Taehyung doubles forward and laughs with everything that he has. He slaps Jungkook’s leg a couple of times, a loud snorting sound making its way to Jungkook’s ears. So he laughs too, even if his cheeks are still burning.
“God, I did not expect to hear this,” his coworker says, wiping a tear from the side of his face while settling back on his seat. “Why– you never mentioned having a partner before.”
“Yeah, I know.” Jungkook takes a long sip of his wine, letting the drink settle itself on his tongue for a moment before gulping it down. “We’re private people and, uh, I didn’t want my relationship to interfere with my work.”
Taehyung tilts his head to the side, obviously confused by his words, and Jungkook offers him a soft smile, knowing that once he says the next few words, there’s no turning back.
“My husband is Kim Namjoon.”
Taehyung seems even more confused. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that I am married to Kim Namjoon,” Jungkook says, chuckling.
“ The Kim Namjoon?” Taehyung asks, maybe a little louder than he should, even in a bar. “Our boss , Kim Namjoon? Rapper RM?”
“Well, he’s not really our boss,” Jungkook argues, not fond of picturing Namjoon as his boss. “He just works at the company as an artist.”
“He’s like… so famous. We sent out tracks for his album.” Taehyung shakes his head in complete disbelief, then raises an eyebrow. “Are you messing with me?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes and pulls his phone out of his back pocket. He shuffles through one of the many photo albums he has of Namjoon to find a recent selfie they took (while lying in bed, to be more specific) and flips his device towards Taehyung, who pulls it closer to his face immediately as if that would make it more believable to his doubtful eyes.
“Holy fuck,” his friend breathes out. “Oh, does that mean that his songs are about you ?”
“Well, yeah, I think.” That makes the heat on Jungkook’s cheeks grow stronger. He loves when his husband writes songs about him, about them , adores to listen to Namjoon’s perspectives of their relationship and things they went through together. “I produced a few of them under the alias Golden Closet.”
Taehyung’s eyes snap from the phone to his face. “ You’re Golden Closet ?
“Yes?” Jungkook replies slowly, and it comes off more as a question than an answer. “Like I said, we’re really private since I want to work my own way through the industry and having RM as my husband would make a lot of people assume I had everything handed to me.”
“You’re extremely talented, JK,” Taehyung says immediately, as if the mere idea of someone suggesting otherwise enraged him.
“Thank you,” he says, Taehyung staring at him like he’s watching the most interesting movie of all time. “We’ve been together for a little over three years now. We got married last year.”
“That’s insane…” Taehyung’s voice trails off, his expressions showing how surprised he is. “I can imagine how hard it was deciding to come to BigHit, then.”
Jungkook nods, finishing his wine glass and placing the object back on the table.
“I sent out applications to a bunch of companies, got accepted in some great ones, but I knew BigHit was the better option. I almost didn’t sign with them. Namjoon told me I shouldn’t privy myself from an amazing job just because of him. Then, we decided to keep our relationship to ourselves. Well, it’s always been private, but even more so now, I guess.”
“That’s so– wow.”
“And that’s why at first I was hesitant about sending a track… but Joonie has always been professional with me.”
Taehyung pouts. “ Joonie . You’re so cute.”
“Stop it!” Jungkook hides his face between his hands, chuckling.
“Am I the first person from the company you've told?”
“Yes. I trust you, so that’s why I’m telling you this,” Jungkook says, firmly. “And I trust Jimin, too, so I’ll tell him.”
Taehyung screeches. “Oh, please let me be present when you tell him, God, he’s gonna lose his shit over this.”
Knowing Jimin, Taehyung is probably right.
“You’ll be present when I tell him,” Jungkook promises. He bites down his lip. “I just– we’ve become such good friends and not being able to gush about my husband with you was killing me. Cause he’s so talented and I’m always so proud of him. Also, he gives great foot massages.”
“That’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard, I feel like I’m in a drama,” Taehyung comments, shaking his head. “Married in secrecy to a famous guy? Talk about fanfiction.”
“Ah, hyung and I, we just– well, it’s been one hell of a ride between us. He’s my home.”
Taehyung’s smile grows. “God, you’re so in love, it’s the most adorable thing.”
“Yeah, I am.” And saying that feels like an understatement for the way Jungkook feels about Namjoon, if he’s honest. “I’m so glad we met, Tae. You’re a really good friend to me.”
“I’m glad about it, too. I was telling Jimin the other day that we were two and now we are three and it’s the most natural thing.”
Jungkook feels warm at the words. He thinks about ordering another wine glass, but it’s getting late and he’s already a bit drunk. An idea forms on his mind.
“What about I invite you and Jimin over for dinner at our place and you two can meet him?” Taehyung’s about to say something so Jungkook adds: “Meet my husband , not RM, you smart-ass.”
Taehyung giggles; he had his meeting with Namjoon and the producers a few days back to talk about the track.
“That would be lovely. Jimin’s gonna freak.”
“I’ll tell him and maybe schedule dinner for the end of next week. Does that work?”
“Of course.” Taehyung seems to be a bit stunned by all of what he just heard and Jungkook finds it extremely amusing.
“Great. I gotta go,” he announces.
“Why?” Taehyung pouts, then smirks. “Got a hot man waiting for you at home or something?”
Jungkook smiles. “Something like that. See you Monday?”
“8am sharp. Goodnight.”
There aren’t many things Jungkook loves more than to stand at the threshold of his bedroom door and watch as his husband’s concentrated expression towards the book in his hands turns into a soft dimpled smile when he notices Jungkook’s presence.
“Hi, love,” Namjoon mutters, pushing his glasses up a bit on the bridge of his nose after closing his book. “Did you have fun with with your friends?”
Jungkook nods, instantly smiling. He walks inside, taking his phone out of his pocket and placing it on his nightstand. Namjoon follows his movements, blinking slowly, and Jungkook opens the buttons of his jeans, sighing pleasantly as he’s freed from the confinement of the clothing.
“Funny thing happened, though,” he starts before pulling his shirt over his head. “Taehyung hit on me.”
“He did?” Namjoon doesn’t sound offended or confused at all, just amused. “That is funny. Well, you’re extremely hot, so why wouldn’t he? But I know how easily flustered you get so this is very, very funny.”
“Yeah, yeah. I told him I was married.” Jungkook lies on the bed only in his boxers, deciding he will take a shower in about ten minutes from now. “To you.”
That seems to surprise Namjoon. He shifts his body towards him, taking the book out of his lap. “To me? Like, actually said my name?”
Jungkook hums, deciding to place his head on Namjoon’s thigh. He looks up at his husband and pursues his lips in a clear request for a kiss. Namjoon leans down and pecks Jungkook’s lips, then begins to stroke his hair. Ah, heaven.
“He’s my friend and I trust him. He was really surprised, didn’t even believe me at first.”
“So you showed him a picture of me naked?”
Jungkook giggles, lightly slapping Namjoon’s stomach. “You’re so silly. No , not a photo of you naked. A photo of us in bed.”
“ Naked ?”
“We don’t have a photo of us in bed naked, hyung.”
“We have a video instead.”
“Oh, shut up now.”
They both start laughing and Jungkook makes himself more comfortable, letting his eyes flutter closed. He feels very tired and a bit light-headed; he’s always been weak when it comes to alcohol, but so is Namjoon, which makes them a terrible couple to be taken care of when drunk. Hoseok hates them both by the end of a lot of parties.
“So, you’re comfortable with telling people from work now?” Namjoon asks.
“I told Tae, I think I’ll tell Jimin, too, but that’s it. I know they won’t think I’m having it easy because of our relationship.”
“You work really hard, baby. Anyone can see that. But I understand, okay? Everything will happen at your pace, and as long as we start locking doors, no one else will accidentally find out.”
Jungkook whines, the mortifying memory of meeting Kim Seokjin in a bathroom after the idol heard him making out with his husband coming back to the surface.
“It was your fault,” he says for the millionth time, but there’s no real bite to his words. “I’m inviting Tae and Jimin over for dinner next Friday, okay?”
“Okay,” Namjoon mutters. “I’m so glad you made new friends, baby. They seem like really nice people from what you tell me. Looking forward to officially meeting them.”
“I’m hoping they won’t freak out over meeting you,” Jungkook says quietly. “Well, actually, scratch that. It’d be absurdly funny if they were freaking out about meeting you.”
Namjoon makes a cute but strangled noise that Jungkook knows means he’s feeling shy.
“I’ll invite hyung, then. He’ll cook for us.”
“I’ll text him saying he’s only getting invited because he’s the only one who won’t burn the kitchen.”
“That’s simply a plus . I’m inviting him because then your friends can freak out about meeting Agust D, too.”
Jungkook laughs out loud. “You want to kill them. Jimin’s a big fan.”
“When are you telling him?”
Namjoon hums in agreement and they fall into silence, Jungkook sighing in appreciation.
“If you close your eyes when I’m caressing your hair, you’ll fall asleep, Jungkook-ah.”
“That’s the plan.”
“You haven’t showered.”
“Do I smell?”
“Then there’s no problem.”
Namjoon chuckles, sighing. “What am I going to do with you, honestly.”
“Hopefully a lot of things,” Jungkook mutters, feeling slumber fast approaching. Namjoon’s fingers feel so good against his scalp. “But not right now, ‘cause I’m really tired.”
They fall into silence for a few minutes, and when Jungkook’s on the brink of letting himself fall into the land of dreams, Namjoon speaks again.
“How did Taehyung hit on you?”
“He asked me if I wanted to go home with him.”
Namjoon hums. “Very efficient method.”
“Yup, and now we’re married.”
Jungkook kisses his belly and he doesn’t have to open his eyes to know Namjoon’s smiling down at him, dimples on display.
Jungkook decides to take Jimin and Taehyung for lunch in a small restaurant at the end of the street and it’s only when they are sitting facing each other around the table, and Jimin keeps looking between the pair of them, that Jungkook realizes Jimin probably has the wrong idea about what they want to tell him.
Sadly for Jimin, Jungkook loves teasing him.
“We have something to tell you,” he says matter-of-factly and Jimin’s eyes widen.
“Did you sleep together?”
Taehyung gasps and Jungkook breaks into a series of giggles.
“Well, he did try.”
“I did not try,” Taehyung hits him lightly on the shoulder, which makes Jungkook laugh even harder. “I only asked him to go back to my place, okay? That can mean a lot of things... I was a bit light-headed, I can’t be blamed for becoming a little flirty.”
Jimin looks between them. “So you didn’t sleep together.” He sounds almost relieved.
“I’m not single, Jimin-ssi,” Jungkook sighs, smiling while scrunching his nose. He decides not to beat around the bush. “In fact, I’m married.”
“ Married ?” Jimin so much as shouts, catching his tone a heartbeat later and looking around the room before turning his voice into a murmur. “Married?”
Jungkook nods, unlocking his phone to show Jimin the same picture he had shown Taehyung last Friday night. Jimin grabs the device with both hands, eyes growing almost impossibly wider and Taehyung claps his hands next to Jungkook, laughing away.
“You’re not funny, how did you edit this?”
“It’s not edited.”
“But–” Jimin stops, shaking his head, the deepest frown forming between his eyes. “That’s RM , like, we danced to his song, we discussed his love life –”
“Correction,” Jungkook interrupts. “ You discussed his love life. I barely engaged in the conversation.”
“You little shit,” Jimin breathes out, laughing in pure astonishment.
“Your face right now is kind of priceless,” comments Taehyung.
“You’re married to one of the most famous musicians in our country and no one knows ?” Jimin mutters after a couple minutes, more to the phone than to Jungkook himself. “Doesn’t that– bother you?”
Jungkook smiles, thinking of the many times he came by Namjoon’s penthouse on the motorcycle he used to ride back in college, sneaking inside and spending the day lost in him before going back to his dorm and the normalcy of it all.
He thinks of when Namjoon suggested they move in together, and that time he took Jungkook back to Ilsan to meet his family. Namjoon’s mother was warm and she called Jungkook her son, too.
Jungkook thinks of the promise rings they wear on a chain around their necks, and of the way Namjoon whispers lyrics in his ear when they’re lying in bed together, enjoying the proximity and the warmth of being loved.
“It doesn’t bother me,” he replies. “I don’t need to put it on a billboard. We love quietly, in our home and our bed, in the songs we write and the meals we cook. He’s the love of my life, and I don’t need the world’s opinion on us.”
“Wow,” Jimin and Taehyung say at the same time and it’s kind of amusing.
They ask their questions, they ask for photos, they gush about it all and Jungkook feels good. Fuck, Jungkook feels amazing . He realizes, when Jimin and Taehyung are scrolling through his wedding day album, that he loves these men. They’re his family now.
He has found another home. How lucky can he be?
Jungkook has almost never been this nervous. Meeting his idol, one of the people that inspired him all throughout college, in a bathroom was mortifying, but having said idol asking him to come by his studio to work on music? That’s on another level nerve wracking.
Seokjin’s an amazing person, though, so in the end, Jungkook didn’t have to be nervous at all.
They flow really nicely together, pushing ideas back and forth, creating magic inside that four walls room with a lot of equipment and a tiny booth. They end up working on three songs, songs that were ideas before Jungkook presented them to Seokjin and now are firm demos.
“It’s such an honor to be working with you, hyung,” he tells him once they’ve put the headphones on the table and decided to eat something. “I’ve told Namjoonie so many times how much I envied him for knowing you.”
Seokjin smiles, his ears turning red.
“Why didn’t you ask him to introduce us, then?” When Jungkook goes silent, his bottom lip between his teeth, Seokjin sighs in understanding. “Look, I understand your reservations about letting people know you’re together, but Jungkook… It’s not a fleeting romance, right? You guys are married .”
“I know.” Jungkook puts his chopsticks down. “It’s just– I’ve seen it happen one too many times. The doubts, the wondering if you’re really talented or just have connections.”
“Kid, you’re fucking incredible.” It makes Jungkook’s eyes widen, to see Seokjin curse. “You’re amazingly talented, you have passion and it burns within you. Anyone can see that. How much you love music and how professional and hardworking you are. This won’t disappear if you hold Namjoon’s hand when you’re leaving work together in the evening.”
Jungkook ponders. Seokjin chews another bite of sushi.
“Do you feel grounded, Jungkook?” He asks once he’s swallowed the food. “Like, do you see your life with Namjoon and you feel safe and certain?”
“Of course,” he replies immediately. “I’m sure it’s forever.”
“Then, allow that certainty to be what pushes you forward. Take your time, of course, only do things when you’re ready, but know that when you go to sleep at night, it’s his body next to yours that matters. He’s your person, as you are his, I’m sure.”
Jungkook nods. “Thank you, hyung.”
“I’m wisdom itself, Jungkookie,” Seokjin says jokingly. “You’re welcome.”
“This sushi is really good,” Jungkook says around a mouth full and Seokjin nods enthusiastically.
“Isn’t it? I could just eat all day.”
They talk a lot more, about a lot of things, and by the time Jungkook walks out of Seokjin’s studio, he knows that man is more than an idol to him now – he’s also a friend.
Namjoon places his hands on Jungkook’s hips and kisses his neck. “You’re too tense, love. It’s gonna be okay.”
“I know.” Jungkook pouts, momentarily giving up on opening the bottle of wine to turn around to face his husband. “I mean, I think I know.”
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Namjoon wonders, but it’s not really a question. He raises one eyebrow and offers a smile. Jungkook’s eyes lower to his dimples and that’s not fair because Jungkook has a very weak spot for them. “Do not raise your hand to poke my cheek.”
Jungkook pouts harder.
“You’re insufferable.” Namjoon pecks his lips. “It’s gonna be okay,” he repeats, then kisses him a little deeper. “Your friends will love me.”
“Well, obviously . You’re cool.”
Namjoon smiles against Jungkook’s lips and it feels so nice to be right where he belongs.
Yoongi arrives a little while later, complaining about how everyone just uses him for their own gain, his boyfriend Hoseok coming behind him giggling away at the melodramatics, Jungkook assumes.
“Long time, no see,” Hoseok says once Yoongi shuts up, immediately accepting the glass of wine Namjoon offers him. “Thank you. How are you guys?”
“We’re well,” Namjoon replies, glancing at his husband. “Jungkook’s a little nervous about introducing me to his friends, but I hear that they are huge Agust D fans, so I invited hyung over so the attention isn't all directed to me.”
“ Used by everyone I know ,” Yoongi complains again from the kitchen, where he’s undoubtedly already cooking dinner (Jungkook actually tried to tell him they’d order in, but even over the phone his hyung seemed adamant).
Hoseok chuckles again, shaking his head. “He spent the entire car drive asking if he looked nice.”
“ I did not ,” Yoongi shouts. A beat of silence. “I asked once and that was it.”
They all laugh. Jungkook’s heart isn’t beating as fast as it was half an hour ago, so he will take it as a win. It’s going to be okay. Jimin and Taehyung will love Namjoon.
The doorbell rings when the food’s already smelling.
Jungkook opens the door and is met with two very nervous people. Taehyung’s all buttoned up, hair slicked back, eyes wide. Jimin’s hair has been dyed a light shade of blonde ever since the last time Jungkook saw him (roughly six hours ago) and he’s dressed in a silky black shirt, bottom lip trapped between his teeth.
“Good evening,” Jungkook greets, bringing them in for a quick hug. “Come in, please, everyone’s waiting.”
“Everyone?” Jimin asks shyly, very uncharacteristically. It’s cute.
Jungkook closes the door behind them, humming. “Yup. I invited a couple friends over too, if that’s okay.”
“Of course, Kook, it’s your house.” Taehyung looks around. “Big ass house,” he whispers.
After the men remove their shoes, Jungkook leads them both to where Namjoon and Hoseok are lost in conversation, a glass of wine in each of their hands. His husband looks up towards where they are and smiles big, even if his cheeks are flustered. Jungkook has always found it amusing how his husband gets so easily shy.
“Hi,” he says while he stands up. “Nice to meet you two, Jungkook talks a lot about you.”
“Hello,” Taehyung is the first to say, bowing to him. “It’s very nice to officially meet Jungkookie’s husband, Namjoon-ssi.”
“Please, no need for formalities,” Namjoon mutters and Jungkook can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out of him at his choice of words. “Call me hyung.”
Jimin, who had already bowed alongside Taehyung, bows again. “Nice to meet you, hyung.”
Hoseok comes forward, introducing himself as well, and Jimin can’t really contain his excitement. He had mentioned it to Jungkook once how much respect he had for J-Hope, and soon they’re both lost in their own little world, talking about dance.
And when Namjoon engages in conversation with Taehyung about the song they will be working on for RM’s next record, Jungkook decides to go to the kitchen to see if Yoongi needs any help.
“Nice of you to remember me,” his hyung says as soon as Jungkook walks in, but he’s just joking, as usual. “Have your friends arrived?”
Jungkook nods. “Jimin’s talking to your boyfriend and Taehyung’s talking to my husband.”
“The way you say it is so adorable,” Yoongi comments, stirring the pan. Jungkook makes a questioning noise. “ Husband . Like it’s a word so precious you can’t believe you get to use.”
“How do you just talk like that?” Jungkook sighs. “You and Namjoonie are extremely annoying.”
“Is that your way of saying we’re good with words?”
“Expected nothing less.”
They stay in silence for a while, and that’s usually how it goes between them.
Jungkook met Yoongi shortly after he and Namjoon got serious, and by then, just like his husband, Yoongi was already selling out arenas. Both of them always had this aura about them that makes you feel calm, though, and after a while, you kind of forget about the millions of followers and records sold. They’re just part of your life, people who you share your days with and not celebrities.
“The food’s going to cook for a while, I think I can go say hi,” Yoongi mutters, closing the pan. “Do I smell like kimchi?”
“No. Should you?”
Yoongi narrows his eyes and Jungkook chuckles, placing his arm around Yoongi’s shoulder. They walk out of the kitchen like this, and Jungkook even clears his throat to introduce his hyung to his friends.
“Guys, this is Yoongi.”
Jimin turns around first and his eyes go impossibly wider, cheeks flustering almost immediately. Taehyung’s reaction isn’t as grand, but just as worth it. What the fuck , Jimin mutters under his breath, and Taehyung mumbles h-hi like it’s a word he never said before.
“Hello, nice to meet you guys,” Yoongi says. “They only invited me over because none of them knows how to cook.”
Everyone laughs. Jungkook’s heart is happy.
They’re listening to music and are in their fourth bottle of wine. Jungkook’s wasted, and so is Namjoon. Hoseok hates them both.
There’s this atmosphere in the air, though, one that makes Jungkook feel warm and comfortable. Jimin and Taehyung are whispering, talking about God knows what with Yoongi, and they all seem so pleased. Hoseok has his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder, eyes shutting closed, hands caressing Yoongi’s leg.
Jungkook had one of the best nights of his life. He laughed so hard. Everything about it felt right, every person in this room being right where they should be; with each other. And somewhere between his 7th or 8th glass of wine, he decides to call his newest friend (still weird to be able to say this).
He stands up from his husband’s arms, kisses Namjoon’s lips and grabs his phone from the center table, going straight to the balcony. It rings once, twice and three times before the man picks up the call.
“Hi, hyung,” Jungkook whispers, mind so bubbly he’s not even sure this is actually happening. “I was thinking about what you told me the other day… About feeling grounded.”
“And?” Seokjin’s voice is soft, encouraging, and the warm feeling around Jungkook’s limbs only intensifies.
“And you’re right. I’m so happy, hyung. I’m confident about the future and all my feet are firm. As long as I’m holding his hand, I’m good, I’m grounded. I don’t know what the future holds, exactly, when it comes to my career, but I’m sure Namjoon’s going to be by my side for whatever comes.”
“I’m happy for you, Jungkook. You’re amazing, you know that?” Jungkook can almost hear the smile on Seokjin’s voice. “You and Namjoonie are perfect together.”
Jungkook turns around and looks at his husband, a smile forming on his lips as he notices Namjoon’s already looking at him. It’s a silent request, but Namjoon gets it. He stands up and starts walking towards him.
“Thank you, hyung. For the talk, for believing in me and for becoming my friend.”
“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”
Jungkook laughs and Namjoon steps out onto the balcony, kissing his forehead.
“I’m a bit drunk, yes, but it’s a true sentiment.”
“I know,” Seokjin says. “I feel the same. Send my love to your husband.”
“I will. Goodnight, hyung.”
He shoves the phone inside his pocket and accepts Namjoon’s hug, breathing his husband’s scent in.
“Seokjin-hyung sent you a hug.”
Namjoon hums, wrapping his arms around Jungkook. It’s a bit cold out there, but Jungkook couldn’t move even if he wanted to (he doesn’t). His mind is flying, going any and everywhere possible, but his feet are firm. He’s grounded in the arms that hold him. And that’s just it, isn’t it? He has Namjoon. They belong together. Anything else, everything else? He can handle it all.
“I’ve been thinking…” he whispers. “I’m okay with our relationship not being for prying eyes, have always been, you know that, and maybe I’m saying this because I’m really happy right now and I’ll regret it in the morning, but…I think I’m ready for less secrecy.”
“Are you sure?”
Jungkook’s turn to hum. “Yeah. Not necessarily with the public, but the company… In the next few weeks, we could start telling people.”
“Okay.” Namjoon pulls them out of the hug to look Jungkook in the eye. “I only ever wanna do what makes you comfortable and happy. You know that, right?”
“One of the many, many reasons why I love you.”
Namjoon smiles and Jungkook kisses him. It’s a natural thing by now, almost like muscle memory. A touch, a kiss, a smile. They work together, like they’re two parts of the same whole.
“I love you, Jungkook. Like I never thought I’d love anyone. It consumes me in the most wonderful of ways. You’re my world.”
Butterflies flying, fireworks exploding. Jungkook smiles, raising an eyebrow. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”
“Shut up,” Namjoon chuckles. “I mean it.”
They kiss again, and then they go back inside. Their friends have opened yet another bottle of wine and Hoseok is in the middle of a complaint when Jungkook snatches the bottle from the center table and pours himself a full glass. Everyone looks at him and he shrugs.
“What? I don’t have work tomorrow.”
After drinking, Jungkook snuggles close to his husband again and everything feels right.
“I’m not sure about this…”
“I think it’s perfect.”
“It fits really well, you shouldn’t worry.”
“But I’m not a singer…”
“Your voice says otherwise,” Seokjin mutters, raising an eyebrow. “Come on. The three of us sound absolutely incredible together.”
Jungkook bites down his lip, staring at the file that reads Stay.demo.mp3 on Seokjin’s computer. Somewhere in the last month it became a feature with RM, and somewhere in the last week, they asked Jungkook to add his vocals.
He’s not sure about it. Every track he has featured on so far is simply background vocals and always under the alias Golden Closet . This, a track on Jin’s next record, would have his actual name as a feature with his husband’s stage name right next to it. On top of that, he’s the writer and producer in yet another RM track.
Everything’s happening and things are moving towards the inevitability of the truth. Jungkook isn’t scared of it, but it does make him a bit anxious, he will admit.
“Okay,” he whispers and both Namjoon and Seokjin cheer, which makes Jungkook laugh. He accepts the hugs from his friend and his husband, and then together they send the track to the other producer.
Jungkook pecks Namjoon’s lips before leaving the studio because he’s not that strong and as professional as they try their hardest to be inside the company, those lips seem to call out Jungkook’s name whenever they’re near enough.
He goes back to his floor, sits next to Taehyung and tells him the news. Tae, being Tae, claps and dances and starts calling Jungkook an idol . During lunch break, the joke is shared with Jimin and by the end of the day, Jungkook has been called an idol more times than he could count.
They’ve told some people. Namjoon’s other friends, some of Jungkook’s peers. It’s not a secret anymore, inside the company. Jungkook hasn’t heard anyone making nasty comments and nobody has treated him any differently. The only thing that has changed, really, is that people actually avoid talking about RM when Jungkook’s in the room. He does mind that a little bit, but at the same time, at least he doesn’t have to pretend Namjoon isn’t what Namjoon is to him.
“Are you going home?” Taehyung asks after the sun has gone down.
“Yeah. Joonie and I have a game night with Hoseok-hyung and Yoongi-hyung.”
Taehyung grimaces. “A couples night. That’s annoying. Maybe when I’m not so painfully single I can join.”
“Yeah…” Jungkook wonders when Taehyung will realize Jimin likes him. “I’ll wait for that day, I’m sure it’s not too far off.”
“Thank you for believing in me.” Taehyung places his hand in his heart dramatically. “See you tomorrow?”
“See you tomorrow.”
Jungkook fixes his hair, puts his mask on and grabs his backpack, texting his husband that he’ll be waiting for him in the lobby.
hold my hand when we’re walking out?
Really? Are you sure, Jungkook, that this is what you want?
i’d love nothing more
So when he sees Namjoon walking out of the elevator and that smile spreads across his face, reaching his eyes so quickly when he sees Jungkook waiting for him, the younger man’s nerves disappear, along with the rest of the world.
When he comes close, Jungkook intertwines his fingers with Namjoon’s and the words he told his friends a couple months ago ring in his ears again. He meant them; Jungkook doesn’t need the world’s opinion on their relationship.
But he can’t deny – it feels amazing to be surrounded by people, unafraid, and be able to hold Namjoon’s hand as firmly as Namjoon holds his heart.