Jimin reached for his phone with his eyes still closed. Once he brought his phone close to his face, he opened his eyes and he turned his phone on. Lucky for him, he had turned on an orange filter over his screen and turned his brightness down. 9 A.M. His husband might be awake and working as it's only midnight for him.

He got up with a yawn and checked on Taehyung. He brushed the man's bangs off his forehead and smiled at how peacefully he was sleeping. He walked into the bathroom and shut the door softly behind him. Jimin hopped up on the counter and dialed his husband.

It rang once, twice, thrice.

"Baby?"

Jimin grinned. "Hi."

"Hey. Is something wrong?"

"No, I just miss you. I'm taking the only downtime I might get on this trip to tell you you're still my number one."

Namjoon chuckled. "Thank you, Baby. You're still my number one, too."

Jimin flipped his imaginary hair. "Obviously."

Namjoon laughed a little louder and Jimin smiled to himself proudly.

"Any important business coming up?"

"I've told you about everything, Love."

"I know but maybe something came up recently. Is there?"

"Just a business trip."

"See! You didn't tell me that. Liar," Jimin scowled.

Namjoon laughed as he ruffled around. "I'm heading out to Japan next week."

"That is extremely out of the way of Belgium," Jimin pouted.

"I'll come visit on my flight back home."

"You promise?"

"I want to promise but I might be in Japan longer than you'll be in Belgium." Jimin groaned and Namjoon laughed in response. "But—" Jimin perked up. "I'll do my best to come see you."

"Okay~" Jimin gushed. "I want to talk about something with you but I want to be face-to-face when you say it."

"Baby, you're saying that so I come to see you. You know I'm curious."

Jimin giggled as he heard ruffling and shuffling on the other side of the bathroom door.

"I've been found out," Jimin teased.

Bang bang bang!

"Park Jimin, are you cheating on me!?" Taehyung shouted groggily from the other side of the bathroom door.

"I've been found out again!" Jimin laughed before hopping from the sink. "I've gotta go now. Get some rest, it's late there. Goodnight. I love you!"

"I love you too."

Jimin hung up as he opened the door to find Taehyung wearing Perry the Platypus pajama pants and no shirt. The man's arms were crossed and his hair was a mess. Jimin giggled.

"You were asleep," Jimin pouted.

Taehyung squinted. "You just saw him yesterday."

Jimin groaned and threw his head back. "That's so long!"

"I can't stand you," Taehyung rolled his eyes and left the bathroom.

They sat on the couch in the open area of the hotel and watched their favorite show together, cuddled up with each other, and drank tea. Once the clock hit 11:15 AM, they decided to get up and start their day.

He and Jimin collected their toiletries. While Jimin ironed their clothes, Taehyung showered. While Jimin showered, Taehyung washed his face and brushed his teeth. While Taehyung got dressed, Jimin washed his face and brushed his teeth. While Jimin got dressed, Taehyung plucked out the makeup products he and Jimin would use.

They giggled like teenagers as 90s R&B played through Taehyung's Bluetooth speaker and they did their makeup.

"Make yourself look as hot as possible and if it's not good enough, I'll fix it," Jimin grinned as Taehyung began applying a light blue eyeshadow to his lid.

Taehyung snorted. "It's just shopping and brunch."

"You could find a hot boyfriend at those places."

Taehyung rolled his eyes as he focused on applying his mascara. Jimin works on lining his lips with a dark red and then applying a dark pink gloss to his lips. They stood back and looked at each other and laughed.

"We look so hot!"

"We do!"

They gathered their things and headed out. Jimin placed the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door before they left. They bickered about who would drive and eventually Jimin won the argument since he "hadn't gotten a ticket for hitting a curb."

Taehyung controlled the music while Jimin made sure to pay attention to every road sign to make sure he didn't miss the road his GPS was telling him to get on.

"Thank you for all this, Min."

Jimin turned his head briefly before smiling and looking back at the road. "Of course, Babe! It's honestly the least I could do."

Taehyung giggled before turning the music up, both of them singing at the top of their lungs to the music. Once Jimin pulled into a parking spot at the mall, Taehyung gasped.

"This place is gorgeous!"

"It's a mall."

"The malls back home are not this nice."

Jimin snorted before turning the car off and getting out. Taehyung followed behind them and they held hands as they made their way inside.

"I don't think I wanna go anywhere else."

Jimin giggled. "That'd be more environmentally friendly if we just stayed here."

Taehyung nodded as he looked around. "And I already feel better, Min. I won't keep you from your husband for 12 weeks."

Jimin shook his head. "He's had me for seven years. He'll be fine. We'll take as long as you need."

Taehyung smiled at him. "Thank you, Love."

"Of course," Jimin grinned.

They walked around different stores and "Ooh that's so cute!" and "I love that on you!" themselves damn near to death.

"You need to get this!" Taehyung laughed.

"No, you need that," Jimin laughed, pointing at the red-lace lingerie.

"Come on! Don't you want to excite your husband?"

Jimin rolled his eyes.

"He gets excited enough when he sees me." He winked and smacked his butt before walking off to a different part of the store. Taehyung laughed as he jogged after him.

"I love you, Min. You're so funny," Taehyung sighed as he wrapped his arm around Jimin's neck and squished their cheeks together.

They bought a few items at the mall before leaving, swearing to go back again soon. They placed all of their bags in the trunk and then drove to breakfast. They ate and talked, laughed and clinked their mimosas together, and overall enjoyed themselves.

The passing weeks continued like this. Drinking, dancing, laughing, and forgetting everything that has ever stressed them back home. They went wine tasting but Taehyung tasted a little too much and Jimin had to drag him back to the hotel. They went swimming and they both caught the attention of a few locals.

Unfortunately for them, Jimin is a loyal married man. Though they were more than happy to give all of their attention to Taehyung.

"You should go with them," Jimin grinned at his friend as he sat on a towel beside the pool.

"Thanks but no thanks. I'm not one for threesomes. After my first one where they only paid attention to each other, I never want to do that again."

Jimin fell back on his towel and laughed as he stretched out. "Poor baby."

Taehyung snickered as he dried his hair.

They went ice skating but Jimin had to guide Taehyung the entire time.

"If I fall on my ass, I'm gonna pop your ass!" Taehyung screamed.

"My ass is real!"

"Not for long!"

The same ordeal happened with roller skating except Taehyung did fall and took Jimin down with him. As they sat off to the side—to allow Taehyung's ass to recover—and ate fries, Taehyung brought up something that weighed heavy on his mind.

"When's the last time you talked to your husband?"

Jimin paused his movements before continuing to stab his straw into his drink. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, it just seems like you haven't run off to call him in a while. We've been here for two months now. I feel like he should be calling and crying."

Jimin laughed softly before shaking his head. "He's on a business trip and we talked a couple of days ago. I don't want to distract him. Besides, we're here for you."

Taehyung hummed. "You're my best friend, Min. But I don't want to take all your time from your husband."

Jimin shook his head. "The bastard hasn't called me either, so it's fine."

Taehyung laughed before nodding and shoving some fries into his mouth.

The devil didn't appear until that next week, as Jimin and Taehyung lay on a blanket in the cool slightly sunny weather in the grass when Taehyung asked him again.

Jimin picked up the phone. "Hello, Love," he grinned.

"Hello, Dear. How are you?"

"I'm fine. How are you?"

"Tired."

"And lonely?" Taehyung squished his face against Jimin's to get a look at Namjoon.

Namjoon smiled. "Hello, Taehyung."

"You didn't answer him," Jimin sassed with an eyebrow raised and a small smile.

A clear joke, yet Namjoon cleared his throat and nodded.

"Of course. Very lonely."

"Come visit him then. I'm getting sick and tired of him. It's hard to find a hot guy with this prude beside me."

Jimin rolled his eyes. "I am not a prude, I am married."

Taehyung shrugged. "Same difference."

They looked at each other and laughed before turning their attention back to Namjoon.

"Uh, yeah. Yes. I will swing by. I'm set to head home soon."

"Okay, Love. Tell me when you come, okay?"

"Of course."

"I love you, Joonie."

"Love you too."

Jimin placed his phone down and turned his head.

"I hate rich people."

"You are a rich person!"

"Yes, and I find us so annoying. 'I will swing by' like we're only 20 minutes away. He's on a whole other continent!"

Jimin giggled and kicked his feet. "I love having a husband with money! Besides, it's not like we're completely out of the way," Jimin shrugged.

"Babe, do you understand planes? Yes, we are! To go from Japan back to LA, the plane would not travel over us." Jimin shrugged and Taehyung groaned. "My best friend is a himbo."

Jimin slapped his arm. "It was a joke!"

Once back at the hotel, they decided to stay there as hermits for a while. They had gone out every day for the past, now, four weeks. They sat on the couch cuddled up, watching movies, and eating popcorn.

Jimin texted his husband a goodnight text when Taehyung slumped all of his dead weight on him and snored like a pig.

—

My Husband 🥰

Goodnight, Love! Sleep well!! I love you ❤

night. love you too.

—

Though Jimin didn't pay it much mind.

f.u.

"Your husband is arriving today isn't he?"

Jimin slowly leaned away from the mirror and rubbed his lips together. "How'd you guess?"

"The lingerie is gone."

"It's in your bag," Jimin rolled his eyes.

"No, it's no—oh... yes it is. Well, anyway! I was still right!"

Jimin laughed as he finished his mascara. "Yes, that is why I arranged a full day of pampering for you. Facial, hair stylist, mani-pedi, full body massage, sauna, hot rocks, the works!"

"How rude, I can't even be mad at you because you're still spoiling me."

Jimin cheesed at him over his shoulder. "I have my sugar daddy and you have yours! It's only fair."

"Hmm, my sugar daddy's cuter." Taehyung walked over and smacked Jimin's ass and Jimin laughed.

"Can't argue with that."

They piled into the car and Jimin drove him to the spa.

"How long will you be with him?"

Jimin shrugged. "Until I get tired of him."

Taehyung snorted. "Don't fuck in my bed, okay?"

Jimin smacked his arm. "Get the fuck out of the car!"

Taehyung chuckled and got out of the car.

"Oh! And call me when you're done. Even if he's seven inches deep in me, I'll come pick you up."

"Ew! I hate you!"

Jimin laughed loudly as Taehyung slammed the door and stomped through the automatic doors. He drove off once he couldn't see his friend anymore and made his way to the spot where they agreed to meet since they both knew the airport would be too busy.

He got out of the car and looked around the shopping center. He waited excitedly to see his husband's tall stature among bustling bodies. Once he did, he squealed and ran towards him. He was on the phone but Jimin didn't care. He slammed his body into Namjoon, who stiffened up slightly.

"I'll, uh, call you back." He hung up and turned around to hug his husband back. "Hi, Baby," Namjoon smiled.

"Hello," Jimin giggled as Namjoon bent down to peck his lips.

"Have you been having fun?"

Jimin nodded before pulling away to grab Namjoon's hand. "How about you? How's work?"

"Work," Namjoon sighed.

Jimin giggled before wrapping his other arm around Namjoon's and squished his cheek against it.

"Anything interesting happen?"

Namjoon didn't answer. Jimin looked up at him and he was staring directly in front of them with a blank expression. Jimin stopped walking and tugged on his husband's arm.

"Joon."

"Huh? What?"

"I asked you something."

Namjoon winced and smacked his forehead. "Oh, God. I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"Did anything interesting happen during your trip?"

Namjoon cleared his throat and shook his head. "No, Love. Other than people badgering me about where you were."

Jimin giggled before they continued their walk outside of the shopping center and toward the rental car.

"Are all of your things at your hotel?" Jimin asked once he got in the car.

"Yeah. Do you have anything you need back at your hotel? If not, we can just go there."

"I don't," Jimin shook his head.

"Okay," Namjoon nodded.

"Okay," Jimin smiled.

Namjoon kept his hand on Jimin's thigh the entire drive to the hotel and Jimin loved it. He traced Namjoon's knuckles and occasionally stared at his husband in admiration. They reached the hotel and they walked up to Namjoon's room hand-in-hand.

"How long will you be here?" Jimin turned his head slightly before shrugging off his jacket.

"Just for today. I'll be leaving in the morning."

"Aww!" Jimin groaned.

Namjoon laughed and opened his arms for Jimin to collapse in—which he did.

Jimin sat on the bed and waited for Namjoon to finish freshening up in the bathroom before they left for their date. Jimin didn't notice during their dinner that Namjoon was weirdly on edge the entire time. He would respond to him but dryly. Jimin only began to pay it mind when Namjoon's hand tensed under his and he withdrew slightly.

As they finished their dessert and emptied their wine glasses, Jimin felt the need to bring up Namjoon's bizarre behavior.

"Joon."

Namjoon looked up from his plate and wiped his lips. "Yes?"

"Are you alright?"

"Hmm? Why do you ask?"

"It's just..." Jimin bit his lip and exhaled. "You're very withdrawn today. Have I done something?'

"Oh! No! Not at all. It's just work, Min. I promise. I'm alright. You haven't done a thing."

Jimin hummed and nodded. Namjoon got up and leaned over the table to peck Jimin's lips.

"Really, Jimin, I'm fine."

"Okay," Jimin nodded.

They went back to the hotel and washed up. Freshly bathed, Jimin lay on top of Namjoon and traced his features as a movie played in the background. Namjoon's hands rested lazily on his waist and his eyes were gently closed.

"Are you tired?"

Namjoon shrugged.

"If you are, how tired? On a scale of one to ten."

"Two."

"Perfect. I'll make it ten."

"What?"

Jimin leaned up and kissed Namjoon slowly. "I'm gonna get rid of your stress."

Jimin got up and pulled Namjoon to the bedroom. Their clothes were scattered along the floor and Jimin was on top of his husband, kissing him with his skin flush against Namjoon's. Namjoon kissed back and his hands sat lazily by his side.

"Are you okay, Joonie? Honestly?" Jimin pulled back with a frown.

"It's just heartbreaking I have to leave you tomorrow and will still have to wait a month to be with you."

Jimin grinned, wrapped his arms around Namjoon's, and pressed his lips hard against Namjoon's.

They indulged in each other for hours. Jimin ended up on his back with Namjoon molded between his legs. Namjoon's hands fisted the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white and he almost pulled the sheets from the bed.

Jimin held his face, exhaling and moaning into Namjoon's mouth, kissing him whenever he could.

"Joon. Joon. I love you."

Namjoon squeezed his eyes shut. "I love you too, Min. So much."

f.u.

Jimin felt bad leaving his best friend but Taehyung told him he'd be fine for a day. Jimin woke up in the middle of the night to see Namjoon's phone buzzing on the bedside table.

He sat up and reached for it just as the call stopped.

5 Missed Calls From Akio

Akio? A partner, maybe?

The phone rang again. He looked at Namjoon's sleeping face before answering it.

"Why haven't you been answering me, Namjoon?"

"Hi, I'm sorry. He's sleeping right now."

The person on the other line, Akio, went silent.

"Oh."

"If you need, I can pass the message on when he wakes up."

"No. It's fine. I'll just call him later."

"It's really no trouble. I—"

"No. It's alright. Goodnight."

The call dropped before Jimin could respond. Jimin pulled the phone from his ear and looked at it. He snarled.

How rude!

Once Namjoon woke up, he began packing to leave. Jimin didn't bring the caller or the conversation he had with him. He assumed it was an important call and he couldn't know anything about it.

He didn't want to upset his husband by exposing the fact he answered an important call while he was asleep. It was his work phone after all.

He held his husband and kissed him longingly at the airport before driving back to the hotel. He collapsed dramatically on top of Taehyung who was lying in bed on his phone.

"I'm all yours again," Jimin sighed.

"Unfortunately."

"Oh, fuck you!"

Taehyung laughed and hugged his friend, rolling around the bed together.