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Taehyung is sulking on the couch as he scrolls through feeds featuring their matching pajamas on Run BTS, which match no more, thanks to The Terrible Incident of Jimin and The Orange Juice.
“Why are you sulking?” Seokjin asks softly, sitting by him.
Taehyung sighs, rearranging himself on the couch so he can press his cheek to Seokjin’s chest.
Seokjin waits until he gets comfortable and then cards his fingers comfortingly through Taehyung's hair. “Are you still sad?”
“Of course I’m sad,” Taehyung grumbles, though less grudgingly than fifteen minutes ago, “why would I buy us couples pajamas if we can't wear them as a couple?"
“Because we’re technically the biggest boyband in the world and are partially successful because our fans think they could potentially date us?”
“I know that,” Taehyung sighs, “I just wish you weren’t so reasonable all the time.”
Seokjin shrugs, his fingers stilling against Taehyung's scalp.
“Does it really bother you so much?” He asks, when Taehyung remains quiet.
“Yes,” Taehyung says, sighing, “no. I don’t know. I just wish there was some way that people knew that we belonged to each other.”
“We do though,” Seokjin says, turning Taehyung’s chin so he can look into Seokjin’s earnest eyes. “I’m yours, and that won’t change whether or not anyone else knows, and whether or not we wear matching clothing.”
“Yeah," Taehyung says quietly. "I know.”
Seokjin interlaces their fingers, tracing his hand over the back of Taehyung’s palm, then up.
Taehyung shivers.
“But just so you know, and just so I know, there’s this."
There's a soft clink, and the cool touch of metal against his wrist and when Taehyung looks down there’s a silver half bracelet looped around his wrist.
Seokjin interlaces their fingers, and there's the matching clink of metal against metal when their hands meet.
"I got us these," Seokjin says, he’s still looking at Taehyung’s wrist, where the silver band complements his tanned skin. "To remind you that I’m yours forever, Kim Taehyung."
And even without looking, Taehyung already knows what’s inscribed on the bracelets, two initials and one date, two boys and one quiet sandy beach in Hawaii, the wedding march playing softly in the background.
"You're mine," Taehyung says, smiling, "and I’m the only one who needs to know.”