"The ship that we, all Armies, ship. The ship that ends all BTS ship-wars. I introduce to you, Namjin."
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• NAMJIN NAMJIN NAMJIN NAMJIN
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BOOK COVER: Armyyy_524
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THIS IS NOT MY STORY! THE FOLLOWING BELONGS TO THE PERSON I MENTIONED JUST NOW.
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In Every-way Possible By: CLNhembrador
Namjoon loves waking up next to Seokjin.
He loves seeing the way his husband looks with his brown hair all mussed up, pink plush lips parted and with his eyes closed peacefully. The light from the window perfectly bounces off on the elder's skin, making him glow. Seokjin's body always faces Namjoon. Always. No matter how they fell asleep that night, his body automatically looks for the taller man's presence. Namjoon smiles and reaches out to touch Seokjin's cheek, thumb slowly caressing the soft skin.
"Joonie?" Seokjin mumbles, eyes still closed. Namjoon smiles.
"Hey baby" he says, making Seokjin blink a few times. His glassy grey ones meeting dark brown.
Their mornings were always like this. It's their routine. Seokjin stretches his limbs and sits up. He rubs at his eyes and whines a little, knowing that he'll have to leave the comfort of his bed. A pair of arms wrap around his middle and he leans back, snuggling into Namjoon who buries his nose in his other's hair.
"Want to stay in?" he asks.
He always asks.
And Seokjin always gives the same answer.
"We have to go to work Joonie."
Namjoon tightens his hold, "Okay."
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Namjoon loves watching Seokjin cook.
He loves hearing him hum a random tune as he reaches around for the ingredients on the table. Seokjin's hand would ghost over everything until he found the right vegetable and whenever he got it, he'd smile so wide that it would seem like he won the lottery. What he didn't know was that Namjoon would always silently push the items towards him just so that he could see that smile.
Seokjin chops the vegetables slowly but surely. The last time that he tried to chop them like he did before he lost his vision, he ended up with a cut on four of his fingers and made Namjoon worry. Seokjin doesn't like it when Namjoon worries about him. So he decided to teach himself everything once again. The first couple of times that Seokjin tried cooking again, the bowls would hit each other, tomatoes would roll off the table and an egg or two would occasionally fall on the floor.
