Caramel Milk & Red Wine | Namjin FF

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Seokjin was already dressed in a white button-down shirt, neatly tucked into dark brown pants, with a belt cinching his waist.

It was the first time he was attending a party with Namjoon, and not just any party—this was one of Namjoon’s business events. The thought alone had Seokjin sweating with anxiety.

“Are you read—” Namjoon stepped into the room and froze when he saw the omega. Blinking, he tried to focus on the most breathtaking person he had ever laid eyes on. Seokjin’s fluffy brown hair was styled perfectly in a medium mullet, and he looked so captivating that Namjoon felt an overwhelming urge to hold him. He was certain the omega would melt right into his arms, delicate and exquisite.

Namjoon’s gaze drifted to his face—so flawless, it was as if Seokjin were a living poem. Namjoon believed that even the moon outside couldn’t compare to his beauty. Seokjin seemed like an artist's masterpiece, the most beautiful creation of a lifetime. He was like a platinum hit written by a singer, a poet’s inspiration, and its perfect translation.

“Alpha?” Seokjin’s voice pulled him out of his trance, finding Namjoon still rooted to the spot.

“Y-yeah, you’re ready. Should we go?” Namjoon asked softly, and Seokjin nervously nodded.

After giving him a quick once-over from head to toe, Namjoon stepped out, and Seokjin followed.

As they drove to the venue, Seokjin fidgeted with the ring on his left hand, his anxiety still bubbling. He didn’t know why he was so nervous—maybe it was because it was the first time he was attending a business party as Namjoon’s mate, as his husband.

It was the fifth wedding anniversary of Namjoon’s business partners, the Han couple. Mr. Han was a devoted family man, and when he found out that Namjoon was now married, he couldn't wait to meet his mate.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asked as he glanced at Seokjin, who took a deep breath and nodded. It’s okay, he reassured himself. It’s not like I’m going to war or anything—it’s just a business party. I’ve always been confident.

After a while, they arrived at their destination, a stunning mansion. As soon as they pulled up, a chauffeur approached. Namjoon handed him the keys and then walked around the car to take Seokjin’s hand in his. It was a high-profile, private party, which meant only Mr. Han’s most trusted guests were present.

Seokjin’s grip tightened on Namjoon’s hand, but he felt a wave of comfort when the alpha gently traced circles on his skin, silently calming his nerves.

Namjoon understood how nerve-wracking it was for Seokjin to meet new people while maintaining a certain image. Seokjin wasn’t here for himself—he was here as Namjoon’s mate, and the alpha could tell that Seokjin was eager to make a good impression as Kim Namjoon’s husband.

“It’s alright, sweet caramel. You don’t have to impress them—you only need to be perfect for me,” Namjoon whispered softly into his ear, pressing a gentle kiss to his earlobe as they entered a large, lavish room full of people. The lighting and ambiance gave off royal ball vibes, and whatever courage Seokjin had managed to build seemed to fade in the grand setting.

“Hey, Namjoon.” A voice greeted them as they stepped into the hall, a clear sign of how well-known and respected Namjoon was in this elite circle.

“Hey, Madeline.” Namjoon returned the greeting with a rare smile, one that softened his usual serious demeanor. The stunning blonde woman in front of him was undeniably beautiful, and Seokjin felt a pang of jealousy. But just then, he felt a reassuring squeeze from Namjoon, reminding him that his hand was still held securely in the alpha’s. He smiled, comforted by the silent gesture of affection.