AN: Fun Fact

Chapter One – Day One
Chapters Two thru Six – Day Two
Chapters Seven and Eight – Day Three
Chapters Nine thru Thirteen – Day Four
Chapter Fourteen and Fifteen – Day Five

We are only on Day Five of Namjoon's 14-day vacation...

Eeeeesh.

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Namjoon was pretty proud of himself for not freaking out when Hoseok outlined what Geongmin had potentially done. Outwardly, anyway. Inside, his nerves resembled laundry in a tumble dryer. He managed to find his phone shoved down into the cushions of Yoongi's couch where it most likely fell out during the night, intending to shoot his little sister a message telling her he wasn't upset with her. Despite how much she abhorred his husband, he knew she would never intentionally hurt her oppa. She just hadn't thought about it when sharing the picture with her friend. He wouldn't have thought twice about it, either, as Hoseok wasn't the one Namjoon was fooling around with.

He found his phone very dead and sighed deeply. He had half a mind to leave it dead; Jackson couldn't ask him about the picture if he couldn't reach him, after all. That didn't vibe well with him, though. He would certainly be in more trouble for ignoring any incoming calls for too long.

"I have a charger in my car," Seokjin murmured in his ear. "I'll take you back to your room if you're ready to go."

Namjoon glanced at the older man, noting the way his brows were pinching together and his plump lips turned down ever so slightly. Images of tasting those lips not half an hour ago danced through Namjoon's mind, forcing him to stow them away for later or risk getting distracted at a moment that was definitely not appropriate.

"I'm ready," he declared, heading for the door. He paused next to Yoongi, pressing his lips thin as he met the chef's dark eyes. The shorter man was stoic and Namjoon couldn't discern what the older man was thinking. "Thank you for letting us crash," he murmured, bowing slightly. Namjoon hesitated as Yoongi nodded his acknowledgement. "And... I finally got around to eating my dinner from the other night. It was delicious."

He was certain he saw a slight softening around Yoongi's eyes. "You should try it fresh," the chef replied. His eyes flicked toward Seokjin. "I'm sure we can get you a table if you'd like a redo."

"I think I'd like that." Namjoon moved on to get his shoes as Seokjin said his goodbyes. From the corner of his eye, he saw Yoongi waylay Seokjin with a touch to the arm. The chef muttered something to the older man that Namjoon couldn't hear. Whatever it was, Seokjin pat the shorter man on the shoulder a couple times before joining Namjoon at the door to put on his shoes.

The walk to the car was quiet, leaving Namjoon swimming through the turmoil that filled him. There was a lot to sort through and he had made no progress by the time he slipped into the passenger seat of the silver sedan Seokjin owned. Silently, he plugged his phone in to allow it to charge as the older man pulled onto the nearly deserted road that would take them back to the resort property.

If Namjoon was being honest, he was worried about what he'd find when he turned his phone on. He and Jackie rarely fought but, when they did, Namjoon usually threw the towel in and apologized first, regardless of who was actually at fault. He didn't care for confrontation and it was so much easier to keep their marriage harmonious if he gave in and took the blame. This time, though, he really was at fault, just not for the thing that was going to probably trigger the fight.

If Jackie merely asked about the picture, Namjoon could be completely truthful. There was nothing going on between him and Hoseok; they were friends. Hoseok said he would send him screen shots of his and Geongmin's conversation if Namjoon needed further proof that there was nothing going on between them.

However, if Jackson accused Namjoon of cheating directly, saying he wasn't would have been a bald-faced lie. He glanced at Seokjin out of the corner of his eye. It didn't feel like he was doing anything wrong, though, and that was part of the problem. It would have been much simpler to admit he had a lapse in judgement and promise it would never happen again, and return to the cushy, yet boring, life they lived in Seoul. Eventually, Jackson would start to trust him again and life would move on, probably following the same pattern from the last eight years. The problem, though, was that Namjoon didn't want that. Seokjin had awakened a sense of discontent he hadn't allowed himself to admit he'd been feeling. It had only been a few days since they'd met and already Namjoon felt himself more drawn to the concierge than he was to the man he'd married.

A touch to his hand brought Namjoon from his thoughts. Seokjin hadn't taken his eyes off the road but had reached over. "Can I hold your hand?" he asked softly.

Namjoon entwined their fingers with a nod. With how often his pulse was tap dancing around lately, he was surprised he wasn't used to the sensation yet.

When they arrived at the resort, Seokjin drove them down into the subterranean parking structure that had been built below the hotel. Namjoon hadn't noticed it before, but that didn't surprise him since he didn't have a car and, thus, no need to park it. He turned on his phone once he'd unplugged it but there was no reception down in the parking garage. He would have to wait to see if he had any messages for when they reached the lobby.

It took a minute after stepping into the lobby from the little garage elevator for his phone to start buzzing. A glance at the screen made his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. He had twenty texts, six missed calls, and a voicemail. Swallowing, he opened the messages and felt himself relax, if only fractionally. Most of the texts were from Tae, giving him a play-by-play of everyone getting home safely last night. He had a few from his sister apologizing profusely, although she didn't mention why she was so sorry. He sent her a quick reply telling her they were good and he'd call her later.

The last text instantly dried his throat. As they stepped into the glass elevator that would bear them up to his room, Namjoon stared at the five words that made his stomach sink into his shoes.

Jackie

Jackie:
Where the hell are you?

A quick check of the missed calls showed that five of the six had been from Jackson, two from the night before, three from that morning. The last call was from his sister from that morning. The voicemail was also from Jackson from that morning, a very terse "call me" and nothing else.

Going back to his texts, he did his best to type with hands that were suddenly shaking.

Jackie

Namjoon:
What do you mean? I'm at the resort.

As the elevator door opened to the top floor landing, his phone started to ring. With a glance at Seokjin, Namjoon swiped his screen to answer it. "Hey, sorry I didn't see your calls, my phone was dead."

"Where were you last night?" He couldn't quite read Jackson's tone but he thought it was a little too even, as if he was trying to not come across upset. It could have been his imagination, though.

"Same place I've been for the last few days." Namjoon was pretty happy with how steady his voice was. He slid his card to open the suite door.

"You weren't at the room last night."

Namjoon was one step into the living room. He threw his arm out, blocking Seokjin from following him as a chill washed over him. He quickly swept the suite with his eyes but didn't see any signs of habitation. Jackie's bag wasn't in the bedroom, either. "How do you know that?" he asked slowly.

Jackson didn't answer the question. "Who's Tae?"

That caught Namjoon off-guard. Did his sister mention Taehyung to her friend? Did she even know his name? "He works at the stables here." He glanced over at Seokjin, who had come into the room after Namjoon was done inspecting the area for hidden husbands. The concierge had a puzzled look on his face, probably from only hearing half the conversation.

"Is that where you were then? With Tae?"

Baffled, Namjoon paced near the couch, running his tongue along his lips to try to moisten them. "Kind of," he admitted. "I went out with some friends."

There was a pause. "What friends? Who do you know on Jeju?"

Namjoon did not like how this conversation was going and felt a flutter of panic rising in his chest. Jackie had never sounded so accusatory before. He licked his lips again, wishing he could stop the conversation long enough to apply some lip balm. "Just some guys I met here."

"Who?" He was now certain he wasn't mistaking the other's mood; Jackson was angry and trying to hide it behind a businesslike tone.

"A group of locals." Irritation was starting to overpower his anxiety. He could understand Jackie being a little suspicious if he'd heard about the picture, but he hadn't mentioned anything about it. Instead, he was the one acting a bit sketchy. "How did you know Tae's name?"

"Is Hoseok one of them?" came the next demand, his husband still ignoring Namjoon's question. It took all of his willpower not to reply that Hoseok was Spider-Man. Instead, he inhaled slowly and tried to calm his screeching nerves. "Who the hell is he and why was he coming to see you?"

A very strange thing happened. Anger stepped in front of irritation and anxiety, held up a hand, and said firmly, 'I've got this. You guys take a break.' A peculiar calm washed over Namjoon and he stopped pacing.

"Do you remember," he said quietly, measuring his words with the precision of a surgeon about to make a dangerous cut, "our anniversary?"

His question must have caught Jackson unaware because he was met with confused, "Yes?"

"Hoseok was our waiter. After you abandoned me, he and his friends invited me to hang out with them. As I had nothing important going on, I agreed. I realize you must be surprised to know I'm capable of making friends but, since I'm on vacation, I figured I might as well try to enjoy myself with people who actually want my company."

He caught movement from the corner of his eye and glanced over at Seokjin. The dark-haired man had an odd look on his face but Namjoon was too preoccupied to think on it.

"If you're looking for an apology because of that, I've already given you one-"

"How did you know I wasn't in my room last night?" Namjoon cut him off. There was silence on the other side of the phone. "And Tae's name? You obviously didn't remember Hoseok from the restaurant, though that doesn't surprise me. You barely remember anything that isn't within your immediate sphere of existence. So, how do you suddenly know his name?"

"Don't you try to turn this on me. I understand you're angry at me for leaving you there by yourself but you don't have to-"

"Answer my fucking question!" Namjoon interrupted with a snarl.

There was another stretch of silence. "I keep tabs on your phone."

Namjoon stilled, blinking once. "What?"

"It's just a small program." His tone suggested it was no big deal but Namjoon felt simultaneously cold and boiling at the same time. "It sends me GPS feedback of your location."

Namjoon felt physically ill as he sat down hard on the couch. "And my friends' names?"

"There's a program on there that lets me read your texts." It was said reluctantly. "I'm sorry, baby. I just worry about you being all by yourself so much. I wanted to make sure you were okay-"

"How long?" Namjoon near whispered. When Jackson didn't reply, he repeated himself firmly. "How long have you been doing that?"

"I installed them when I bought you the phone."

Namjoon clutched at the edge of the couch cushion. He'd had this phone for over a year. He sent a silent prayer of thanks to whoever was listening that he had never messaged Jin after the rooftop.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay-"

Namjoon pulled the phone away from his face and stared at the screen before hanging up on his husband. He quietly powered the phone off and set it on the coffee table as if it were a bomb set to explode.

"What was that?" Seokjin hurried up to his side, placing his hand on Namjoon's shoulder as he sat on the couch next to him.

"Spyware." Namjoon ran his tongue around his paper-dry mouth. "He's had spyware on my phone for a year. He's been reading my texts, tracking my movements." The disbelief in his voice was evident. His stomach clenched and he covered his mouth with his hand, feeling queasy. Had he read every conversation with Geongmin over the last year? She was the one person to whom he'd ever complained about Jackson.

Seokjin looked down at the phone, eyes wide. After a moment, he squeezed Namjoon's shoulder. "Jungkook. He's good with electronics. I bet if we give him the phone, he can uninstall them."

Gratitude filled Namjoon and he nodded mutely. The older man pulled his own phone from his pocket and typed rapidly at the screen. "I say we just leave that there until I hear back from him," Seokjin continued, waving a hand at Namjoon's phone. Namjoon nodded again, unable to talk. He felt if he opened his mouth, he'd throw up. He had never suspected Jackson would have done something like that; he'd never given him reason to question his whereabouts or actions before.

He had to admit it was a little ironic. Here he was grappling with the fact that he was actively betraying Jackson's trust by messing around with Jin when Jackson had apparently been violating Namjoon's privacy in a betrayal of his trust for the past year.

A pair of arms wrapped around him and pulled him sideways. He didn't resist, allowing Seokjin to pull him down. Stretched out on the couch, they wriggled around a little to get more comfortable; he could hear Jin's heart thrumming steadily in his ear as he pressed his cheek to the other's chest.

"What happens now?" Namjoon murmured, staring blankly across the room at the wall. He honestly had no idea how to process the mess his life had abruptly become. The man he had spent the last eight years of his life with, the one he had loved and taken care of and given up his own dreams for, had been essentially spying on him for at least a year, and the moment Namjoon had deviated from the expected behavior, that same man had flipped out. In contrast, the man he had known for less than a week was cuddling him close and peppering the top of his head with soft kisses, leaving him feeling warm and wanted. He should have felt bad about what he was doing, but he didn't. Laying there wrapped in Seokjin's arms felt right.

"I don't know what happens now," Jin admitted, whispering into Namjoon's hair. "What do you want to happen now?"

Namjoon's throat constricted. "I don't know," he admitted, voice strained. He tilted his head up slightly to try to look at Jin's face but the angle was awkward and put a crick in his neck. With a sigh, he dropped his head back to Seokjin's chest and closed his eyes. "Can we just stay like this?"

"Sure." Seokjin's fingers ran along Namjoon's arm in comforting strokes. "For how long?"

The younger breathed in, letting the smell that was distinctly Jin invade his senses. Whatever fabric softener the older man used was amazing. "Forever."

The arms tightened around him and he felt another kiss land gently on top of his head. "We can't do that."

"I know," he admitted. He hesitated, eyes landing on his phone sitting quietly on the coffee table. "What... what do you want, hyung?" He was afraid of the answer but had to ask.

Jin was quiet for so long Namjoon thought the man had either fallen asleep or was refusing to answer. He closed his eyes and buried his face in Jin's neck.

"You," a soft answer finally slipped from the brunet's lips, causing Namjoon's eyes to fly open. "I'm-" Namjoon watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "I'm not the kind of person to break people up. I've never done anything like this before. But I don't want to stop."

A giddy relief flowed through Namjoon's veins. Jin continued before he could reply, though. "If this is what you want, too, then I'm in but..." Another swallow. "But I won't be second fiddle. I'm not going to be the other man." Lips brushed Namjoon's forehead. "You need to make a choice. As much as it hurts me to think that I'm not going to come out the winner in this, whatever your choice is, I will respect it."

It was a clear 'him or me' declaration. Namjoon opened his mouth to speak but was surprised when Seokjin's fingers pressed against his lips.

"Don't answer now. Too much has happened in the last day and I don't want you to regret your decision, even if that decision is that I leave your life for good."

"Don't," Namjoon murmured against Jin's fingertips. "I don't want to think about that."

"But you need to." Those fingers traced gently over the damage on Namjoon's cheek, the touch careful not to cause pain. "I've told you where I stand but, ultimately, you need to make the choice. I like you, Joonie. More than I probably should for only having known you for such a short amount of time. You're here for another week, and he is supposed to be back in a couple days. Take the time to make the decision that is best for you. I will be here when you decide."

The words hit him like a burly, drunken fist. There was logic in what Seokjin was saying and, if Namjoon was being honest, he didn't want this thing with Jin to continue being an illicit relationship. He did need to choose; there was no having his cake and eating it, too. He wasn't that type of guy, anyway. He needed time, though, to make an informed decision. He felt immense gratitude toward Seokjin for not forcing an answer, allowing him time to mull it over without pressuring him.

"Can we keep..." He furrowed his brow. "Doing whatever this is until I decide?"

Jin hesitated before nodding. "Only until he comes back, though. I won't sneak around."

Namjoon agreed with that, draping his arm around Seokjin's waist. They stayed that way for long enough that Namjoon felt himself starting to drift off. They'd only had a few hours of sleep the night before, after all, and he bet Seokjin felt as exhausted as he did. Before he finally gave in to the urge to snooze, Namjoon placed a kiss on Jin's neck. "Hyung?"

"Mm?" the response was sleepy, the older man obviously in a doze.

"I like you more than I should, too."

"Well," Jin murmured, kissing the silver-haired man's forehead one last time. "That's a good start."

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AN: Storytime with Littie!  That phone tracking shit is legit.  My ex did it to me.  Nothing like a random text message demanding to know where the hell I was going when I had to detour around road construction one day on my way home from work.