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Jungkook had always loved Namjoon, even before he knew what he felt meant. There was not a moment in time, since age thirteen, where he wasn’t completely smitten by the older man. Everything about Namjoon captivated him since he walked in on the older in nothing but boxers and a towel draped over his shoulders fresh from a shower and introduced himself.
He can’t remember a time when he didn’t want to place his lips on the other man’s own or when he didn’t want to wrap his arms around him and nuzzle into the juncture of his shoulder and neck. The feeling was just always there, always pulling him in every direction until he was just bursting through the seams with it. Needless to say, he used every opportunity he could to stay closer to the other, and looking back, he marveled at how his emotions gradually developed into what they became today.
He’s heard of people with near-death experiences talking about their lives flashing before their eyes, but never understood until this very moment. The concept of your most precious memories flowing through your mind for the last time was scary to think about, but not at that moment. Right now, the only thing on Jungkook’s mind as he stared into Namjoon’s eyes, was all the times they’d ever kissed. The first time was both sweet and hot at the same time, and Jungkook could still feel the lingering effects three years later as his mind drifted back to that moment in time.
*****
It was summer and they’d just released one of three songs they had scheduled for the year. The downtime to rest and recharge before promotions started was very much needed among the group. Jungkook laid cuddled up to Namjoon, staring at the large flat-screen TV with hazy eyes, forcing himself to not turn and stare at the tall, broad-shouldered man laying with his arms around him. They’d been together for almost three months and private dates were few with their schedules. However, tonight, it was just them with popcorn, soda, and Iron Man on Blu-Ray. It was still a surreal feeling for Jungkook to call Namjoon his boyfriend, but they’d gotten past their reservations and fears of the world knowing and taken a leap of faith to act on their long-suppressed feelings. They had each other and the support of their close friends and family and that was all that truly mattered to them, the world would catch up eventually but, for now, they simply enjoyed the newness of their relationship.
Jungkook watched Iron Man with the same zest he had when playing Overwatch or Fortnite, he was filled with so many opinions and emotions that he cried. That was why, when the final credits flowed down the screen signaling the end of the movie, it felt so natural for him to just turn and kiss Namjoon. It wasn’t until after the fact that he’d realized what he’d done and paused, both staring at each other. The kiss was no more than a few seconds long, just a chaste brush of lips that made Jungkook's stomach flip in excitement.
They were silent, the lights too dim and nothing on the TV screen to distract them. Jungkook smiled, and the slight lift at the corner of his lips made Namjoon lean forward and press his lips against Jungkook’s again. That one was much firmer than before, hesitant but still heady with emotion as he tested the feel of their lips pressed together.
Jungkook relaxed into the kiss, a low moan escaping his lips as his shoulders slumped and his hands came up to rest on Namjoon's shoulders. The kiss was nice, not his first at all, but the first from the last person he wanted to kiss like that. Namjoon shifted his body, moving a little closer to Jungkook as his hands balled into tight fists beside him and the younger realized that, if he wanted more from the kiss, he would have to demand it.
Jungkook pulled away only long enough to lift his fingers to Namjoon’s face and trail his jawline, taking deep breaths to calm his now trembling nerves. It was like a volcano erupted inside him and the force of the blast shook his very core, but he needed more, he wanted all of what Namjoon was holding back at that moment, wanted to bask in the sea of emotion and let the current carry him for a while.
“Are you okay?” Namjoon’s voice was low and hoarse, filled with an emotion Jungkook knew all too well.
“I’m fine, just keep kissing me.” The words barely passed Jungkook’s lips before he was pulling Namjoon into him again.
That time the kiss had more, more pressure, more emotion, and tongue. When Namjoon had gently bit Jungkook’s lower lip, the younger man had moaned through slightly parted lips and had given him the access he needed to slip his tongue between his lips. The feel of Namjoon’s tongue stroking his and licking inside his cheeks and the roof of his mouth had Jungkook reeling.
He’d been kissed before by both men and women alike. Some were harmless and shy, innocent pecks on his cheeks or lips from dates while others were hot and steamy with bodies pressed close together against a wall or tangled in the sheets of a bed. They were all good and served their purpose as a prelude to a climax before he moved on from them because his heart was already in the hands of someone else.
But that was Namjoon and nothing with Namjoon was like being with his previous flings. Namjoon always treated him with so much care as if he were a piece of glass that could easily be broken and it both scared and intrigued Jungkook. However, right now, at that moment, he wanted more, he wanted Namjoon to put everything into that kiss and give him a taste of paradise on his lips.
Jungkook threaded his fingers through Namjoon’s hair and tightened them around the locks at the nape of his neck to press their lips even closer together. The kiss was escalating quickly, growing from an unexpected press of Jungkook’s lips against Namjoon’s into a searing ball of fire engulfing them both in its flames of heat. Namjoon sucked on Jungkook’s lower lip hard then took a soft bite of the flesh before he pulled away.
“We need to slow down,” Namjoon said through gasps of breaths as Jungkook chased his lips.
“I think we should keep kissing.” Jungkook insisted, too lost in the waves of his emotions to focus on anything more than the feel of Namjoon’s lips against his own.
“I haven’t wined and dined you yet. We have time to get there Kookie, just be patient.” His words rode the vibrations of a low chuckle that seemed to have forced its way from his throat. They were soft and gentle but still firm and commanding and it made Jungkook shiver with excitement. He could do that, he could wait.
They’d spent the remainder of that night cuddled close together under a blanket with nature sounds playing in the background while they talked. Namjoon was smart and his vast knowledge of things ranging from nature and philosophy to music and art, in general, pulled at something inside Jungkook. Namjoon had that effect on him every time he spoke, it was always so overwhelming the way he captured Jungkook’s complete attention with just the sound of his voice and his words. And that’s how Jungkook had fallen asleep that night, with Namjoon’s arms around him and his voice low and gruff in his ears as he talked about his theory on star formation and light in space.
*****
Jungkook’s eyes refocused on the man standing before him and his heart swelled in his chest. Kim Namjoon was the most beautiful man on Earth and Jungkook was incredibly awestruck by the fact that he was madly in love with him too. The voice of the officiating minister raised a degree to drown out his thoughts for a moment.
“...to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”
Jungkook glanced at the man standing beside them and rubbed his thumbs across Namjoon’s knuckles as his lips pushed his cheeks up to brush his eyes with the widest grin he’s ever had in his life.
“I do,”
The words were said. A declaration and a vow to each other were completed by him saying those two simple words. The small gathering of close friends and family cheered them on as the minister declared them married and advised them they could now kiss each other.
“Hey, we have forever to do this.” Namjoon’s voice was heavy with emotion.
“Yeah, we do. Let’s lock lips for a long time, okay?” Jungkook grinned even wider, a feat he didn’t know was possible.
They‘d come so far and that kiss showed how different from the first it was: it wasn't a chaste press of lips nor a heated rush of heated emotion, it was slow and patient, soft and gentle, sweet and filled with a promise of more. That kiss was the first of many that they would share for the rest of their lives.
*****