"Okay." Some part of his brain told him that he should apologize for being so eager. But it was silenced the moment those lips pressed against his, tongue licking it's way past the barrier his own formed and practically fucking his mouth. Thrusting in and out in a mimicry of what he wanted so badly and suddenly it was difficult to remember anything else other than this man and what he was supposed to be doing. "Where -" He was breathless, unable to take in enough air while also figuring out how to make his lips and tongue operate properly to formulate the words to speak. "Where are we going?"
"Telling you would ruin the surprise." He barely even realized what was happening until Jungkook was reaching across him, grasping the seat belt and pulling it down, clicking it into place, making sure it was secure before shifting the vehicle down into drive and beginning to pull away.
Leaning back, he let himself relax into the comfort of the heated seat, body still slightly twisted so he was facing Jungkook instead of towards the front. Tried to not let the nerves that threatened to rise up win out over the confidence he had finally managed to find.
"You look so handsome today, daddy." He adored little moments like this. When it would seem like they were some sort of normal couple. Or at the very least, the societal definition of normal that he had always been lead to believe he should seek out.
"Thank you, baby. I wanted to look good for you." Admittedly there had also been a meeting with a new supplier that he'd had to at least attempt to look professional for. And a consultation with a bride - and he almost wanted to regale Seokjin with the tale of the apparent bride's maid wasting the entire time hopelessly flirting with him until he mentioned that he was getting married soon himself, and that he too wanted white roses at his wedding.
"I can't believe you're mine." For so long it felt like he had been sharing Jungkook, always being forced to survive with only the tiniest little bits and pieces being given to him. Had never once imagined that some day, he would be the one who held his entire heart. That he would be the one who was sitting there, staring at this gorgeous man with the knowledge that they belonged entirely and only to each other. "I can't wait to be your husband."
"You don't have to, you know." Having something drawn out and elaborate just didn't seem to suit them. No, everything had always been desperate and impulsive, a series of missteps that somehow, by the grace of some god who had been tasked with watching over them, worked out in the end. They didn't need anything fancy. All they needed was each other. "We could get married today if you wanted."
"But -" Once upon a time, he had dreamed of what his wedding would one day look like. Of the bright pastels that would swirl to life. Of pure whites and golds and the sun setting behind them as they spoke tho scared words to one another. He had never given much thought to the person he would be giving himself to. Only knew early on that it wasn't going to be the traditional union that his family wanted for him.
Would they even come? If he invited them, would they even show up? Sure they hadn't completely cut him off when he had come out, but his father certainly hadn't made him feel exceptionally welcomed from that moment on. His mother was a little warmer, a little more receptive. Still called him sometimes to see how he was. Occasionally reminded him that his college fund was still there should he ever change his mind. Would ask if he had maybe met someone, a would subtly imply that she meant someone of a specific gender.
Even if they did, would he want them there? Was there anyone he would actually want beside him other than Hoseok?
Suddenly those dreams seemed like nothing more than another chapter of the fairy tale his life was definitely never going to be. And he mourned the loss, just for a moment. Just for the span of a heart beat, and then two.
"Something small then." Jungkook seemed to understand without him even having to speak another word. That he still wanted something, even if it wouldn't be exactly the way he once envisioned. "We'll invite Tae and Yoongi. And you can invite your friend Hoseok. I know how much he means to you."
"So much." At first he had been afraid that Jungkook would react towards Hoseok the same way he did everyone else. Like he was some sort of threat. But absolutely nothing could have been further from the truth. No, Hoseok wasn't that sort of person. Didn't have the heart to ever try and take someone away from someone else. Seokjin was apparently the one who was capable of that. "He wanted to help me plan."
"Then I'll leave it to you." Reaching across the space that separated them, long fingers intertwined with his own, until he could lift them and press the back to his lips, a soft sort of gesture that Seokjin's heart skipping a beat. "Just name a date, babe."
"I was thinking in the spring. We could do it under the cherry blossoms." It would be so simple. Just the five of them, standing out there under the gentle fall of bright, soft petals. Whispering words to each other that would be lost on the wind. But it was so incredibly them that nothing else would ever work.
"I like it. May maybe?" Once the rains had stopped and everything was fresh and blooming. An optimal time for flowers and trees to be blossoming.
"May fourteenth." It came as a soft whisper, as if the date it's self might not carry the significance he wanted it too.
"The day we met." But Jungkook answered, met his expectations so perfectly, and something inside of him tightened painfully. Clenched and squeezed until he thought it was going to break.
Only it didn't. No, if anything, the action only made it stronger. Made it heal, even if just a little.
"The day we met." So much had happened since then. An entire lifetime seemed to exist between that moment and this one. And when he looked back at it, he could hardly believe those things had happened to him. Because it felt like he was watching the past through the eyes of someone else.
And maybe he was. Because everything had been so different back then. There had been so much pain. So much time spent suffering in silence. Agony that he could barely even describe.
It all seemed so far away now. Distant, as if it had truly happened to someone else. Like he had been plucked up and transformed, made into someone so different that even his memories seemed like something that had only occurred within a dream.
He was different. Had been changed and made better. Had been transformed by the power of a love so passionate and deep and intense that he could barely withstand it's force. By a man who was so incredible that his mind could barely process the fact that he belonged to him. That Jungkook was his. And that he was Jungkook's.
But that was their truth. And the reminders were all around.
