Ship : namhope
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The morning sun filtered through the large windows of Hoseok’s penthouse, casting a soft, golden hue over the room. Namjoon lay on the plush bed, his body still feeling the traces of their shared passion from the night before. The faint scent of Hoseok’s cologne lingered in the air, mixing with the warmth of the sheets.
He felt content. He could still feel Hoseok’s hands, warm and gentle, running through his hair and caressing his back. Hoseok had always been tender in a way that made Namjoon feel like he was the most important person in the world.
Hoseok was rich. Multi-millionaire wealthy, the kind of wealth that could buy entire cities. His penthouse alone was a testament to his status—luxurious, elegant, with every piece of furniture handpicked for its beauty and comfort. But it wasn’t just his wealth that drew Namjoon to him. It was his kindness, his strength, and the way he loved Namjoon that had captured his heart.
Namjoon could hear Hoseok’s soft breathing next to him, his arm wrapped protectively around Namjoon’s waist. He turned his head slightly to meet Hoseok’s eyes, which were already watching him with a soft, adoring gaze.
Hoseok smiled at him, his eyes glinting with love. "Morning, Joon," he whispered, his voice husky but full of warmth. "How are you feeling?"
Namjoon stretched his body lazily, his muscles still a little sore but in the most satisfying way. He smiled, his eyes still heavy with sleep, and looked up at Hoseok. "Better now," he murmured. "You always know how to make me feel… cared for."
Hoseok leaned down and kissed him gently on the forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before he pulled back, his fingers tracing the curve of Namjoon’s cheek. "I’ll always take care of you," Hoseok whispered, his voice soft but filled with conviction. "You deserve all the love and care in the world."
Namjoon smiled, feeling a flutter in his chest. He had never been one to ask for much, but Hoseok made him feel like the most cherished person alive. He had grown up without much, living a simple life, but now, with Hoseok, everything had changed. His boyfriend’s love was the only luxury he ever needed.
Hoseok sat up on the edge of the bed, his large frame stretched out, and looked over at Namjoon with a playful glint in his eyes. "You deserve more than just my love, though," Hoseok said, standing up and stretching his arms, his well-tailored suit pants hugging his muscular frame. "How about I make you breakfast in bed?"
Namjoon chuckled softly, his eyes still glued to Hoseok. "I’m not sure I deserve that," he said, though his tone was teasing.
Hoseok flashed a bright, charming smile and bent down to kiss Namjoon’s cheek. "You deserve everything," he replied earnestly. "Just wait here."
As Hoseok disappeared into the kitchen, Namjoon rolled onto his back, feeling the softness of the silk sheets against his skin. The warmth of Hoseok’s presence lingered in the room, and he felt completely at ease. He had been through so much in his life, and yet, in moments like these, when Hoseok was there to hold him and make everything feel right, Namjoon couldn’t help but think that maybe—just maybe—he had found everything he had ever wanted.
The door to the bedroom opened again, and Hoseok returned, balancing a tray with an array of delicious-looking dishes. Fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, toast with jam, and a steaming cup of coffee—everything looked perfect. Hoseok set the tray down on the bedside table with a soft smile.
Namjoon sat up, his eyes widening at the sight of the breakfast spread. "You really did this all yourself?" Namjoon asked, his voice full of surprise.
Hoseok shrugged with a mischievous grin. "I can do more than just throw money at things, you know." He chuckled softly and settled beside Namjoon, carefully handing him a plate. "Eat. You need your strength for the rest of the day."
Namjoon took a bite of the eggs, his eyes closing in appreciation. "This is amazing," he said, his voice warm and full of gratitude. "I didn’t know you could cook like this."
"I can do a lot of things," Hoseok said with a playful wink. "But taking care of you is my favorite."
Namjoon smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. It wasn’t just the food, or the luxurious life Hoseok offered—it was the thoughtfulness, the care, the way Hoseok made him feel like he was the center of his world. It was the love, so freely given and so unwavering, that made everything else pale in comparison.
As they finished breakfast, Hoseok leaned in to kiss Namjoon, his lips soft and warm. The kiss was slow, filled with an intimacy that only grew deeper with each passing moment. Namjoon could feel the depth of Hoseok’s affection, the way the man never hesitated to show him just how much he meant.
When they broke the kiss, Hoseok smiled warmly at him. "Do you need anything else? Anything at all?"
Namjoon shook his head, his heart full. "No," he whispered, reaching up to gently cup Hoseok’s face. "I have everything I could ever need right here."
Hoseok’s eyes softened, and he leaned into Namjoon’s touch, his own hand covering Namjoon’s. "I’ll always take care of you," he promised softly. "No matter what."
Namjoon smiled, feeling his heart swell with love. In Hoseok’s arms, he felt safe, adored, and above all, truly loved.
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