Wherever You Are || j.jk

5. the sweetest devotion

"Move!" Your intended yell came out more of a giggle as you squirmed and struggled beneath his grasp. You were laughing.

The proximity wafted his cologne into your nose, compensating for the hideous stench earlier. You raised your eyes to meet his before pulling your arms out of his loosened grip to wrap them around his neck. The man said nothing, though nonverbally there was so much he wanted to.

"How was your day?" You asked finally, propping on an elbow and allowing him to climb off and lay beside you.

"A new case popped in this morning." He answered, eyelids lazily drooping closed as he sunk his body. "I'm so fucking tired."

"Well, then..." You sighed, running a finger of feigned disappointment against his chiseled face. "I presume you're too sleepy to have spaghetti then."

"Shut up." The exaggerated drowsiness seemed to have instantly vanished as an excited sparkle jumped in his orbs. "Really?"

"You'll have to see for yourself, now, don't you?" You smirked lightly, getting off the bed and stretching your arms to ease up the stiffened muscles. "Go freshen up while I heat it."

You'd possibly never seen your husband scurry off to the bathroom that quickly. With an amused shake of your head, you walked to the kitchen before turning on the stove that upheld the not-too-warm pot.

You had to tell him.

You needed to tell him that you'd found your soulmate. It was the only right thing to do.

However, there was this tiny, indecisive bitch residing within you that wanted to keep this a little secret. You were married now, for fuck's sake, a little too late to reinvigorate your teenage fantasies.

Maybe that's when it clicked how easily you were drawn to the tatted boy despite assuming him immature and young without trying to sound offensive. How his dark haired was so similar to Jin's, but nothing of your husband reminded you of the college boy you'd met earlier that morning.

Though it may not appear so, Seokjin was mature in a lot of aspects that required him. He was nothing but loving and considerate for the past eight years you'd known him, and that led you to want to spend your entire life with him.

"Carbonara?"

You glanced up, not too late to perceive the burning smell that was starting to fume up due to the prolonged heat. You turned the stove off, mentally cursing at how the past ten minutes just whooshed by as Seokjin stood in front of you with wet hair, a perplexed frown latched onto his face. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just...gathering my thoughts, I guess." Shaking your head, you placed some plates on the table before adorning them with silverware.

As soon as you headed back to the kitchen to get the spaghetti, you immediately met a wide-eyed man wincing slightly whilst approaching the table with mitten protected hands carrying the visibly hot ceramic dish.

"Why is this shit so hot?" He murmured before pulling his fingers out from the fabric and directly into his mouth, sighing at the tiny bit of comfort.

"I was bringing it over, why'd you have to be a pretentious champ?"

"Sit." Your husband rolled his eyes, grabbing ahold of your shoulders and leading you to a chair.

You smiled lightly before loading a hefty spoonful of spaghetti in his plate and yours, allowing him to fill up both your glasses with water.