20. You Belong to Me

                                    

                                          
Third Person's P. O. V. 
                          
“Okay but...this is freaking me out now. What is going on?” Seokjin whisper-yelled at Taehyung and gave another confused tight-lipped bow to another grand greeting from one among the group of uniformed personnel of the hotel. He fumbled with the bunch of gifts they had just handed him, and watched Taehyung smile and shake the man’s hand with pride bubbling in his eyes.
                          
“Congratulations Sir, we apologize for not being there at the wedding” “We completely understand, and Mr. Jae, I have told you so many times not to call me Sir, you’re like family to me. Let that stay reserved for my father, he deserved it. I, on the other hand, have yet to earn it.”
                          
The words pierced through Seokjin’s senses, disbelief brimming in his eyes to see who this humble and mature gentleman in front of him was.
                          
 As contrasted to the absolute jerkface that his so called husband usually was Taehyung suddenly seemed to have transformed into someone else. He didn’t realize he was staring at him till his trance was broken by the elder man’s words. 
                          
“We hope you enjoy your stay, we’ve arranged for a celebration tomorrow evening as our way of wishing you happiness for your future and would be delighted to serve you, if you let us”.
                          
Seokjin blinked at the man before nodding and bowing in return “of course, we’d love to”.
                          
“Did you get a chance to look around the place?” “Uh..no, he didn’t yet” Taehyung answered, eyeing him with an implying grin “we didn’t get the time to”.  
                          
And Seokjin rolled his eyes at him to see the brat resurface the moment their eyes met.
                          
But his perplexity went sky-high when suddenly a bunch of hotel personnel gathered around them with loud hoorahs and grabbed the two in an unbreakable hug. By now Seokjin was a hair’s breadth away from having an anxiety attack, and automatically scooted closer to Taehyung, who however was too caught up in the uproar as he fondly hugged them back.
                          
“Taehyung-ah!!” “Tae, you absolute headass! How dare you come here to flaunt being hitched and all! Go back you fuckin’ dogshit!” “Language Min-ho. Congratulations sweetie!” “We were guessing it’d take you two a couple more days to get out of the room, finished rather early huh?” 
                          
Seokjin’s ears burned and he didn’t know how to react to all of them, so kind of awkwardly stood there scratching the back of his ear or fixing his bangs, desperately avoiding to meet their eyes.  
                          
“Seriously, it’s like a huge honour to meet you!” He flinched as a guy among them snatched his hand and bowed to him, face beaming with too much excitement as he congratulated him.
                          
“Th-Thank you...?” Seokjin tried to pull his hand away but the grip was way to forcible, he turned to Taehyung for help only to see him too engrossed in chatting and laughing with the others.
                          
“Taehyung?” His voice was snubbed under the uproar and he called again but to no remedy, so he made sure his voice reached him this time.
                          
“Taehyung?!” And all heads snapped at him, Seokjin stilled as the loud group of way too cheery faces now closed in on him.
                          
“Hey! Min-ho, no touching!” “Or what?” and Seokjin felt a tug on his hand.
                          
“Trust me Seokjin-ssi, you’re way too cool for him, wish we could meet earlier” 
                          
Seokjin's gaze flickered from side to side at the typically poor attempt at flirting and gave him a confused half smile understanding that this was only another means of playful teasing, and chuckled when he felt Taehyung slap the grip away and curse at the other.