A/n: First off,

Does this book really have 3.22k views or am I just dreaming?

Thankyou so fucking much my army fam, i absolutely lack words tbh T_T

Secondly, I'd like to thank moonlightkitty_4 for straight up commenting 17 times last chapter. You're an angel you know? (Sorry couldn't tag you because idk wattpad keeps shitting me.)

Now for the story-

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Seokjin dumped some dishes into the sink after cleaning up the marble top with a kitchen towel for the second time.

It was obvious he was trying to keep his mind off of everything that happened today at the dinner table, which totally did not go as expected.

Especially the part where the man on his mind just showed up out of nowhere and was now willed to clear things out with.

Seokjin sighed and began looking around for the dish detergent, his limbs tired from the long day of cooking. He looked around for a few minutes, before realising it was on the top cupboard.

The one that was somehow out of his reach even though he was a good 6 foot tall himself. The purple head sighed, going on his tippy toes to reach for it.

Namjoon finally emerged at the kitchen door, pushing his shaky hands deep inside the pockets of his slacks. He'd taken his off his long coat from earlier and was now left on with a black turtle neck cardigan that snuggled on his chest and biceps.

He saw the older's back facing him, the tap running and the purple head trying to reach for a bottle of detergent from the top shelf. Without his mind processing his next moves, he found himself moving closer to the other.

Seokjin froze when he felt a familiar warm chest press onto his back, slightly brushing against him before a hand emerged next to his own, also reaching for the bottle of detergent.

He turned a little to the side and stiffled a gasp when he saw him. His sharp jawlines and warm feline eyes, looking down and directly into his own. Namjoon's warm breath tickled the side of his face, slightly blowing some of his own purple hair into his eyes.

Seokjin raised his hand and tucked away the stray lock, subconsciously moving closer as his eyes dropped down to the younger's tight pink lips.
He was in a trance. Something he so easily happened to slip into, around this handsomely alluring man.

Namjoon shifted a little closer as well and lowered his arm, practically trapping the older against the marble top and himself. He realised he liked doing that a lot... but only to the older.

Seokjin let out a small breath, something sounding similar to a whimper as he quickly clutched the counter top for support. His head snapped to the front, face flushing red and heart beating wild. He could feel the youngers breath on the back of his ear now, smelling and feeling like cool mint. Just as he remembered.

Seokjin closed his eyes when he felt Namjoon's nose brush against the shell of his ear. His fingers tightened on the counter, gooseflesh erupting all over.

His mind was in a haze, but it suddenly cleared out. Like clouds clearing out to expose the hot burning sun. The sun here being an echo of a memory. A few words that had once clawed at his soul.

No. It was a mistake. I'm straight and have a wife.

Seokjin froze, body stiffening and not accepting the warmth radiating off the man behind him any longer. Namjoon sensed the shift in the mood and seemingly snapped out of his own reverie as well.

What the fuck was he doing?

He took a small step back and Seokjin turned, giving him the coldest look he'd seen on the elder's face till date.

Namjoon gulped and suddenly felt alarmed when he found the older trying to leave without a word. He wasn't really thinking when he quickly reached out and grabbed Seokjin's wrist, stopping him on his steps.

Seokjin turned, fixating his eyes on the wrist which was being held, so tightly, almost desperate.

"Hy-hyung--"

"What do you want?" Seokjin cut him off, high pitched voice stern. He slowly retraced his steps back to the younger, head tilted to look up at the slightly taller man, hand still hostage in his grip.

"What do you want? " Seokjin repeated, his voice lower, almost menacing.
Namjoon struggled to find his voice, suddenly intimidated by the usually chirpy older man.

"Hyeong..." He finally sighed, dropping the other's wrist," are you still mad at me?"

Seokjin blinked at him before letting out a scoff.

"Why would I be?" He asked instead, hands going to cross on his front," did you give me a reason to be angry, Namjoon?"

The said man looked up in surprise, face inking in confusion. He... Wasn't angry on him? After what he said back in the car that other day?

Seokjin watched the reaction on his face and sighed, internally beating himself up for what he was going to say next. He flipped his curled hair and pouted, a different form of sass taking in his form.

"Is it about what you said to me the other day? In the car?" Seokjin asked, raising a brow when he saw the younger hesitantly nod at his question.
The older pursed his lips and forced himself to look away from the little pout on the younger's face and a saddened pair of dimples forming on his tanned cheeks.

"Eh, i didn't mind it, don't worry." He quipped trying to look non chalant as he said that which was quite difficult with his wavering voice trying to betray him.

Seokjin guessed he was successful when the younger looked slightly shocked with his answer.

"You-you didn't?" Namjoon asked trying to confirm the same.

"No, why would I be mad at you come on Namjoonah," The older suddenly laughed, turning away from the confused man, "infact i was really relieved you said that."

"You-you were?"

"Yeah, i don't know how that happened i mean... We were drunk and things just followed. It didn't mean anything. I was just trying to make sure we're in the same page afterall--" Seokjin stopped at the painful lump forming in his throat.

He hated for having to lie through his teeth about his feelings for Namjoon. It was clear as the day he liked him. A bit too much if he may. But accepting that would only lead to more problems than were necessary.

He couldn't just tell Namjoon he'd fallen in love with him. Not when he really was married and had a living fucking wife unlike himself. Not when they were trying to set their sons back together in a relationship. And especially not when he wasn't sure the younger felt the same for him as well. Which he probably didn't.

Seokjin turned his back and completely missed the crestfallen expression the younger's face had morphed into. He missed how Namjoon looked around the room in slight confusion and something close to... Pain, mouth closing up tight and making a jaw muscle twitch on its side.

Before he could say another word, he felt Namjoon's shoulder brush against his own before the younger speedily strode out of the kitchen. Without responding to anything.

Seokjin's heart thudded lightly as he followed the younger out into the hall, finding Jungkook , Taehyung, and the three other boys standing in the living room, talking.

Jungkook looked a little upset but better than before and Taehyung was saying something to him when Namjoon went up to them and grabbed his coat from the foyer room.

"Jungkook, I'll be waiting in the car." That's all he said before throwing the door open and walking through it.

"Jeez, what got into his pants?" Yoongi mumbled looking over at a sullen Seokjin standing by the kitchen door.

Jungkook glanced at his father's retreating back and turned to look at Taehyung with a small smile on his face.

"I'll go now, hope you'd think about what I said," The younger said hopefully. Taehyung nodded and ruffled his hair lovingly.

Seokjin looked at the exchange and sighed in contentment. Atleast something wasn't going all wrong.

"Dad?" He heard a voice call out to him. But he was surprised it wasn't Taehyung's. He looked up to find Jungkook smiling at him.

"I can call you dad right?" Jungkook said, smiling sweetly and Seokjin's heart crushed a little. The poor boy probably already saw him as his to be father in law.

Seokjin gulped and nodded, opening his arms for the younger. Jungkook went up and embraced him, a little too tightly than he'd been hoping that made Seokjin huff out a breathy laugh.

"I'm glad everything is okay," the older said, ruffling the youngers hair. Jungkook nodded and let himself be petted.

"I hope it will be even better soon," he replied looking back at Taehyung who blushed a pretty crimson.

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Happy new year lovely humans 💖