Bubbles || Namjin AUs ✔

❦︎⁹ Love Me Again 🔞

Warnings: swearing, matured content, explicit smut scenes, nudity, etc.

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Story- 9, Part Nine
MARRIED NAMJIN AU
Words: 10, 405

𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏: 1+ year ago
𝑬𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏: 9 ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, 2025

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Seokjin stood quietly by the window of his and Namjoon's bedroom, watching the heavy downpour outside, his long yet small slender fingers resting on the glass with magnifying rain drops cascading the outside of it, making the world outside blurry to him.

Rivulets of rain slid down the floor-to-ceiling panel, the glowing lights across the nighttime city skyline a distorted kaleidoscope.

A soft gasp escaped his lips as his husband's warm, muscular arms circled his waist, pulling him close until his delicate back rested flush against Namjoon's chiseled, commanding torso. Heat radiated from the CEO's body, sendings sparks of pleasurable shivers through Seokjin, his chubby cheeks flushing a rosy crimson.

"Why haven't you gone to bed yet, my Moon?" Namjoon's deep, gravelly voice, breath spiced with a hint of mint, had Seokjin instinctively wrapping his arms around himself, small and strangely vulnerable.

A sweet, delicious vulnerability only Namjoon was allowed to see.

"It's raining," Seokjin whispered, knowing smile curving his lips, being backhugged with equal parts tenderness and heat.

Namjoon's lips traced teasing trails along the shell of his red ears and the delicate curve of his neck, leaving tingling marks in their wake.

"Despite the earthy scent and coolness of rain, I dislike it," Namjoon murmured, tightening his arms around Seokjin's petite frame, shielding him like a king protecting his treasure.

"Why?" Seokjin leaned his head back so that it rested on Namjoon's shoulder, dark curls framing his beautiful face, his big fawn eyes searching.

"I do not like how the cold touches you... when I can't," Namjoon admitted, his big, veiny hands resting possessively over Seokjin's soft, flat tummy.

"I'm fine, Joonie." Seokjin smiled, spinning in Namjoon's arms to press a hand against the warm, muscled chest peeking from under Namjoon's robe. "Your candles, this room... your touch alone keeps me warm."

His gaze swept over the trail of scented candles and rose petals leading to their bed, over sheets of fresh silk and scattered petals— every detail meticulously arranged by Namjoon while Seokjin napped in a guest room after their anniversary celebration.

Seokjin had awakened alone, returning to their bedroom in search of Namjoon, who was finishing lighting the last candle. He had wanted to scold his clumsy CEO for risking fire hazards, but the sight of him so focused softened his resolve. He praised him instead, heart swelling at how utterly devoted Namjoon was to even the smallest details.

The CEO had quickly showered and change for bed, prompting Seokjin to do the same, slipping into a cream-white robe that emphasized every graceful curve of his body.

"You're still shivering, baby," Namjoon noted, concern lacing his tone as goosebumps pricked Seokjin's pale skin.

"Oh, it's just you," Seokjin said shyly, shifting closer, eyes sparkling as they caught Namjoon's narrow, confused ones.