It started the moment they stepped off the plane at Jeju International. As soon as airplane mode was switched off, Jackson was on his phone, talking rapidly to whatever investor couldn't wait the half-hour it took to gather their luggage from the carousel. Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from saying anything whilst single-handedly snagging all four of their suitcases as they trundled by on the airport's version of a merry-go-round. Jackson's work was important to him and it was what had allowed them to drop more money on this trip than Namjoon thought prudent.

With his husband still preoccupied on the phone, Namjoon took the initiative to track down a luggage cart and load their bags onto it. Navigating through the throngs of people wasn't easy but the young man managed to do so with one hand pushing the cart and the other pulling his husband along by the elbow of his blazer. If Jackson noticed, he didn't show it as he animatedly chattered away in Cantonese to the investor. Thankfully, the call ended before the taxi driver finished loading their luggage and, with a murmured apology and a promise it wouldn't happen again, Jackson pecked Namjoon on the cheek and instructed the driver to take them to Cheongug.

The car zipped along the road, heading west and south. Namjoon watched out the window as glimpses of the sea flashed beyond buildings, a small smile tugging at his lips. This vacation had been long overdue and he was looking forward to finally getting to spend some quality time with his perpetually absent spouse.

"Jackie," he murmured as the car pulled away from the coast, replacing his ocean view with acres of farmland. He felt a warm hand slide over his and turned his palm up to entwine their fingers. "Thank you for this."

"Of course." Namjoon could see Jackson's smile in the reflection on his window. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to give you the honeymoon you deserved before."

The silver-haired man half-shrugged as he turned away from his window. The corner of his mouth curved up, allowing one of his dimples to make an appearance. "You know I didn't care about that."

Jackson reached over and poked the dimple with his free hand. "I know, I know. But you've been so patient with everything. These next couple weeks I'm going to spoil you so hard you won't-" His words were cut off as the phone tucked into the breast pocket of his blazer started ringing again. Both men froze and Namjoon's smile vanished when Jackson untangled their hands in order to pull the phone out. The dark-haired man's mouth formed a silent apology as he pressed a button to accept the call.

With a sigh that could have been easily mistaken as a growl, Namjoon folded his arms and turned back to the window to watch the fields blur by. He made a mental tally-mark; half an hour into their five-years-belated honeymoon, and Jackson had already spoken to his investors more than he'd spoken to his husband. The patience that Jackson had so recently praised was rapidly running out.

***

"I can help you right here, Sir." Seokjin grinned broadly, motioning for the next guest in the queue to join him at the dark mahogany counter that ran the length of one of the lobby walls. A dark-haired man in a tailored gray suit jacket and matching slacks stepped up to the counter with a disarming smile. He wore no tie and the top two buttons his dress shirt were scandalously undone, exposing the long column of his neck and a hint of collarbone. 

 Beside him, a slightly taller, fair-haired man was glancing around the atrium with an appreciative eye. The latter was dressed in loose khaki cargo pants and a light blue, short-sleeved button-up that was open to a simple white t-shirt underneath. Seokjin's practiced eye took in the name brand sunglasses perched on the blond's head, both the guests' Rolexes, numerous diamond studs adorning their ears, and the multiple rings on their fingers, including golden wedding bands, in a single sweep: despite the casual attire, some definite money stood in front of him. 

 Considering this was Cheongug, that didn't surprise Seokjin. "Checking in?"

"Yes, reservation for two under Wang." Mr. Wang pulled a wallet from his pocket and slid his identification to the concierge, along with a credit card.

"Would you like to add the credit card to your booking so you don't have to settle any costs when you check out?" Seokjin's fingers danced across his keyboard as he stared at the computer screen. The reservation popped up instantly for Misters Wang, Jackson and Namjoon. His eye unobtrusively took in the rings again; they must have married overseas since it was not legal here. Not that he cared that the men were together; Seokjin was locally famous for being a fence-straddler.  It was more a passing thought as he processed the reservation.

A glance at the ID showed that the one dressed like it was casual Friday at the office was apparently Jackson, which made the other Namjoon. Seokjin let himself look at the second man through his eyelashes for a split second, commending the name to the face. He prided himself on never forgetting a guest's name. Especially not a handsome guest.

"Yes, that would be great-" Jackson's pocket started to ring, cutting him off. "I'm sorry, I need to take this." He stepped to the side, phone already pressed to his ear. Seokjin finished adding the card number to the booking and stood slightly awkwardly, both ID and credit card held in his hand as he waited for the guest to conclude what sounded like a heated conversation in another language.

There was a deep sigh from slightly to the left and Seokjin flicked his eyes over to the blond that now stood at the counter in lieu of the other Mr. Wang. "I'll take that for him." Long fingers reached out and took the cards. With an expression that said he did this all the time and was not particularly pleased about doing it again, Namjoon pulled Jackson's wallet from the other's back pocket, replaced the cards, and stuffed the whole thing back into place. While he was thus occupied, Seokjin gathered together their room cards and a small pile of pamphlets he had behind the desk.

The concierge handed the keycards to Namjoon, who kept glancing at Jackson with barely contained irritation. "You're booked into the executive suite at the very top of the Northern Tower. If you cross the foyer, follow that hallway all the way down and take a left, the elevators are on your right. These are some of the activities and sights that can be taken in while you stay at our little slice of Heaven." He chuckled at his own joke as he handed Namjoon the pamphlets. The latter raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upward, a sparkle of amusement in his eyes. "Would you like assistance to your room today?"

A flicker of relief passed across the silvery-blond's face and he nodded. "That would be great."

Seokjin glanced toward the queue and saw it was empty. "Excellent. If you'd wait for just a moment?" At Namjoon's nod, Seokjin turned and tapped the shoulder of the concierge standing to his left. "Hobi, I'll be helping a guest settle in. You're in charge until I return." He was met with a bright, heart-shaped smile and a quick jerk of the younger man's head before Seokjin came around the side of the counter and grabbed a luggage cart from its spot near the wall.

"Oh, I didn't mean you had to-" Namjoon started. Seokjin noticed how the other man fumbled with his fingers awkwardly as Seokjin quickly loaded their suitcases and bags onto the cart. "I mean, a bellboy would be fine."

"It isn't a bother at all, I assure you," Seokjin returned with another bright smile. "If you would kindly follow me?" With a push that took barely any effort – Seokjin prided himself on how well-cared-for his luggage carts were – the brunet led the way along the foyer. He could see Namjoon basically dragging Jackson by the elbow of his jacket as they followed.

At the elevators, Seokjin demonstrated how the hotel keycard needed to be swiped in order to select the level their suite was on. "Each of our suites comprise the entire level so you have the utmost privacy, and you cannot access your floor without your personal keycard." 

 As the lift shot upward, Seokjin motioned behind them to the glass wall of the elevator. "If you look out here, you get a stunning view of our private beaches and the ocean beyond. And just past the reef you can see many of our private islands. Excursions to the islands can be booked with the front desk, or we can assign you a personal event planner. We have twelve regulation sized tennis courts, an Olympic pool if salt water isn't your thing, a movie theater, a performing arts center, stables – you can book horseback tours or just go out riding if you'd prefer – we also have three full service day spas, and all the surfing, snorkeling, and SCUBA diving you could ever want. All of these amenities are included in your stay and those informational pamphlets I gave you have even more information to peruse at your leisure."

Namjoon's jaw was slightly dropped as he followed Seokjin's suggestion and looked out the window. The older man pressed his lips thin to prevent a chuckle from escaping. These men might have been made of money, but if he had to hazard a guess, Seokjin would say that Namjoon had never stayed in a resort like this before.

He flicked his eyes toward Jackson and just barely managed to keep himself from frowning. The shortest of the three had one finger jammed into his ear and was scowling at his feet as he listened to what sounded to Seokjin like a very angry person on the other side. A pang of pity curled around in his belly at the thought of Namjoon having to put up with that sort of malarkey while on vacation. Hopefully this wasn't the norm for them. Another thing Seokjin prided himself on was the ability to ensure that every guest had the best time they could possibly have while at Cheongug and the look on Namjoon's face whenever the younger glanced over at his spouse upset Seokjin more than he thought it should have. This wasn't something Seokjin could fix with free room service, however, so he buried the feeling and put on a happy face, wheeling the luggage cart out of the elevator once they reached the top floor.

There was a small atrium between the elevator and the door to their room. Seokjin slid his personal keycard – programmed to allow him access into every room in the hotel – into the door to open it before ushering his guests inside.

The Northern Tower suite was one of the nicest, in Seokjin's opinion, available at Cheongug. He might have been slightly biased as he helped decorate it, but he felt the taupe and white walls and the pale, gauzy curtains, paired with earth-toned furniture and wooden surfaces lent a nice aura of relaxation to the room. The floor plan was mostly open, the kitchen separated from the living room by only a tall breakfast-bar.  Next to the kitchen was a half-bath, in case they had guests of their own and didn't want anyone going through the bedroom to access the master bath. Directly across from the suite's front door, behind an oval dining table with seating for eight, set into a wall made entirely out of glass windows, was a sliding glass door that opened to a large patio balcony that wrapped around half of their suite. There was an office directly left of the front door, and the bedroom was to the far left behind slatted French doors, a second set of glass sliding doors allowing access outside directly from that room.

Seokjin busied himself with removing the luggage from the cart while Namjoon investigated the balcony, setting the suitcases and bags next to an incredibly healthy ficus situated near the front closet. Jackson had disappeared into the office half a second after they'd set foot in the suite. Seokjin could just barely hear a raised voice in that foreign language emanating from beyond the closed door. He thought it sounded like Chinese, which would make sense given their last name. Namjoon didn't look Chinese, though, Seokjin thought as the blond came back inside. Plus, he reflected, Namjoon was definitely a Korean name and whenever the man spoke, he had the bland Seoul accent of someone native to that area.

"That view is amazing," the younger man breathed, a smile so large on his face that twin dimples pocked his cheeks. It was all Seokjin could do to not reach out and poke them like he did often with Hobi's. Clasping his hands behind his back to control the temptation, Seokjin bowed slightly in response.

"Would you like me to move your bags to your room, Sir? I can also assist in unpacking if you wish."

Namjoon waved a hand to dismiss the idea. "I'm sure I've kept you too long from your duties as it is."

"My duties are whatever my guests require," Seokjin countered. "It really is no bother."

Namjoon politely declined again and Seokjin bowed, turning to leave. A sudden, "Oh!" from Namjoon stalled his retreat, however, and Seokjin turned back around.

"Yes, Sir?"

Namjoon glanced at the office door for a second. "I was hoping to make a reservation for dinner at Gout du Ciel, for tomorrow night. Unless the notice is too short..." He was fidgeting again and Seokjin couldn't help but notice how adorable that made the tall man look. Despite how well-proportioned he was, the simple motion of fiddling with his fingers and hunching his shoulders slightly made the blond look gangly and younger than Seokjin had originally estimated.

"I will personally ensure that there is a table for two available at, say, eight o'clock?"

Namjoon's shoulders straightened as he relaxed. "Thank you! I was supposed to call about that before we left Seoul and I completely spaced it. You're a life saver..." His dark eyes flicked down to look at the name tag pinned to the front of Seokjin's black vest. "Seokjin-ssi."

"My pleasure. If there is nothing else, I will go, but do not hesitate to call down if you require anything else." With a nod from the guest, Seokjin successfully retreated down into the lobby. The moment he reached his computer, he put the reservation into the system, adding notes that the table should be beside the windows for the best view. He was about to close the screen when he found himself hesitating. Then, with a few quick taps, he put an expensive bottle of wine into the notes as well, instructing the restaurant to comp it under his name but to keep it anonymous. He wasn't sure why he did it as it wasn't something he usually would have done, but he felt compelled. And it wasn't like it could be taken out of his paycheck, he reasoned with an internal smirk. No one would dare suggest it, except maybe as a joke.

Satisfied at his job well done, Seokjin removed the closed plaque from the counter space in front of himself and waved the next person over from the queue, pushing away thoughts of why he was feeling so generous toward the slightly awkward, tall, handsome guest.

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AN: Here's a schematic of the Northern Tower Suite, in case it helps you visualize the set up better.  Forgive my crappy drawing and handwriting... I made it in MS Paint, like the boss I am.