"Welcome home." There was a certain warmth that seemed to radiate from everything within that tiny little space. From the pots that had been kept warm upon the stove to the image he himself created. Standing there like some vision directly out of a movie scene, all dark hair and eyes, pale skin set off by the bright yellow sweater that he wore - and he remembered, right then, that it was the exact same outfit he'd been wearing in that very first picture he'd ever sent. Only his hair had been lighter then, and he hadn't been quite sure what the reaction would be.
Now he knew.
"There's my gorgeous future husband." And just like that, all of those questions, all of those doubts that had been swirling around within his mind were suddenly answered. "Mm, baby, did you wear that just for me?"
"Do you like it?" There was nothing really special about the outfit. But the yellow did look exceptionally good against his skin. It was loose enough that it hung low, hitting mid-thigh, neckline wide and showing off hints of collar bone. Those leggings were thin cotton, darkest black that hugged his curves perfectly. Accentuated the swell of his ass and made it entirely apparent that what he wore beneath was barely enough to contain it all.
"I like everything you wear." It was impossible to keep his heart from skipping a beat as he glanced down, taking in the sight that stood before him. Jeans so tight they showed off every single inch of those beautiful thighs, and he realized that his mouth was watering. That he wanted to do exactly as Hoseok had encouraged him to. Wanted to drop to his knees and mark them. Then there was the white button down, loose enough to not even hint what lie beneath, but undone to the third button, showing far too much tanned skin. There was a leather jacket that had once tied it all together currently being hung on the little rack near the door, but he barely spared it more than a second's worth of attention.
Because that jet black hair was slicked back on one side, leaving the other to hang over one eye and he wondered how he was meant to even breathe when Jungkook looked like that.
"Did you wear that just for me?" There were pots being kept warm on the stove, and he was entirely aware that the food he had worked so hard to prepare could go from perfect to burnt in a matter of seconds. But honestly, it didn't even matter. Because all he could think about was the fact that there were hands on his hips and his own arms were lifting, wrapping around strong shoulders and they were drawing each other in, both of them just as bad as one another.
"Do you like it?" There was a sexy little smirk on those lips, and he wanted to bite it away. Decided to do just that. Ran his tongue over his own before sucking that smaller bottom into his mouth, nipping his teeth into the flesh before relenting. It turned into something deeper then. Intense and quick, like lightning flashing across the night sky.
"I can't wait to come home to this everyday." It was so quiet, like a whisper against his lips. Some secret that was meant to be kept entirely between them. "My beautiful baby cooking for me. Looking like the best dessert I've ever had."
"So..." There was something inside of him that was afraid to ask. That as if speaking the words would break the magic that surrounded them. But he had to. Had to be sure. Had to know so he could finally put those doubts to rest. "You meant it? You really want us to get married?"
"Of course I meant it, babe. I really want to marry you." And maybe that was wrong. Maybe he shouldn't have been so willing to tie Seokjin to him so permanently. Because there would be no going back. They would be linked together so long as the other carried his name. They would be attached, etched into each other's lives so completely that there would be so separating them.
And that was dangerous. It was a weakness. And he had never once allowed those. Had never showed that there was anything he cared about enough that he was actually afraid to lose it.
Then again, nothing and no one had ever come close to Seokjin.
"I want to marry you too." There should have been warning bells going off within his mind, and he wondered why those instincts never seemed to work when he actually needed them too. They hadn't sounded that first night and they weren't going off now. No, all he could hear instead was the sound of his own heart pounding within his chest.
There were so many things that he had wanted. So many things that he had wished for.
For someone who would want him. Who would care for him. Who would love him.
Who would touch him like he was made out of stained glass, with such gentle care that it would heal another little piece of his broken heart. Who would love him until he was himself again, the person who laid beneath all of those untrue emotions. Who would want him so much that they would do absolutely anything to keep him.
Jungkook was an answered prayer he didn't even remember making. A miracle in human form that he wasn't sure he deserved.
Jungkook was everything. And he was going to love him until his last breath.
