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It was a cool autumn morning in the city of Paris.The leaves of the very dispersed trees had already fallen off, only a very few remaining on their branches, constantly blowing with the wind, hanging on by a thread. Although it was beginning to get colder, the temperature fluctuating every day, people still walked the streets, strolling to get coffee with their friends or even hustling to get to their train on time to make it to work, but, there were still those people who enjoyed the warmth of their own homes, and found comfort in that. There were still those people who enjoyed the feeling of curling in the blankets on their couch with a nice cup of coffee or even relaxing in bed with their significant other, that was some people’s definition of perfection, and that was exactly how the Kim’s liked it. It was around seven when Yoongi had woken up that morning, shivering through the thin layer of their sheets. The crisp cool air had somehow still made its way into their hotel room, despite the heater being on all throughout the night, and Yoongi was not pleased, but as he moved more towards the other side of the bed he was met with a source of heat. Instinctively he moved closer to it, curling against it to try to warm himself up faster. Yoongi sighed in relief as he felt his bare skin touch the warmth, the peaceful feeling of comfort returning to his body, almost lulling him back to sleep, until the source of heat began to move. Yoongi whined as he tried to move closer, only for the heat to leave him again.“Yoongi… Stop your feet are cold…” The older pouted and wrapped his body around the other, burying his face into the warm back, causing the latter to hiss at the coldness.“Jesus Yoongi, you’re freezing…” Namjoon shifted around on the bed and turned himself over to look at Yoongi whose pout was still prominent on his face. Namjoon chuckled quietly at the older and wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling him closer to his chest. Yoongi nuzzled Namjoon’s bare chest and let out a sound of content that was vaguely similar to the sound of purring, but not quite.This was what made waking up in the morning worth it to Namjoon. Waking up to see Yoongi’s face every morning, having the pleasure of being the one, the only one, to see Yoongi like this. Bare-faced, soft lidded eyes, adorable messy hair, oh and being present for his super clingy moods.“I can tell you’re thinking about me,” Yoongi mumbled and wrapped his arms around Namjoon, softly rubbing his back. Namjoon smiled and kissed the top of Yoongis head.“Oh yeah? And how do you know that?” “Because every time we cuddle like this and you think about me you are always looking off into the distance, all spaced out.”Namjoon hummed at the statement.“Is it illegal to think about my husband?”Yoongi giggled.“Yes, totally illegal, I’m gonna have to call the authorities on you!”Namjoon rolled over on top of Yoongi and put his hand behind his head. “Not if I keep you from doing that!”“Namjoon get off me, your fat ass is heavy!” Yoongi groaned and tried to push the younger off him, struggling to barely move him at all.“Wow, I’m hurt. Called fat by my own husband. I want a divorce.” Namjoon announced dramatically and threw a hand on his heart in an attempt of a pained expression.“Can’t divorce me if you squish me, which is what is gonna happen if you don’t move!” Yoongi whined in a last attempt to push Namjoon off of him.Finally, Namjoon gave in and rolled of Yoongi, pulling him on top of him in the process. Yoongi blinked in confusion for a few seconds before laying his head on his arms, staring at the love of his life.“I love you Joonie” Yoongi murmured and leaned forward to peck Namjoons lips laying his head back down on his chest. Namjoon grabbed Yoongis left hand and rubbed it with his thumb before rubbing it over the gold band that lay on his ring finger.“I love you too Yoongi Kim” He answered back softly as he held his husband.They laid there for a while, basking in the quiet of the hotel room, and the warmth of each other. They had gotten married a couple days ago. It was a small ceremony between them, their family, and their friends, but they wouldn’t have had it any other way. They had gotten married at one of the Kim’s vacation homes that was located right next to the ocean, and had also held the reception there, everyone having partied all night, having to cut the celebrations shorter than what they had planned so that Namjoon could whisk his new husband away on their honeymoon. The destination had been a complete surprise to Yoongi, as it was Namjoons job to plan their honeymoon. When they had reached the airport, and were given the tickets, Yoongi burst into tears when he had saw where they were headed. Their flight ended up getting delayed so what once was a 1am flight was now a 4am flight, which left the couple stranded in the airport for another 3 hours. It was uncomfortable, and they barely got any sleep, especially since it was a crowded airport and the noise around them was constant and loud, but when they did get on the plane they were both out like a light, sleeping with their hands intertwined the whole flight. When they arrived, both of them could still barely keep their eyes open, the adrenaline doing nothing to keep them awake. They went through customs, took a taxi, and finally reached their hotel in the late afternoon. When they entered the hotel room they both crashed onto the bed and slept for a few hours before they both woke up feeling energized at around ten. With that, they both ended up cuddling with each other and kissing each other in bed before it ended up getting more heated. Their clothes slowly making their way onto the floor, and the room becoming warmer as they moved on through the night, enjoying and reveling in the feeling of skin to skin contact, the feeling of Namjoon being in Yoongi, showing him, and letting him know how much he loves him. And love him a lot he did. After going a couple rounds, they finally fell asleep, lulled to the sound of each other’s heartbeat being ever so close, almost beating as one. This was their comfort, and they were gonna enjoy it for the rest of their life, whether it be a week, a month, or even a hundred years. Their home was with each other.- +Bonus
“Kim Namjoon, where are you taking us?” Yoongi asked, trying to grab the tickets from his husbands’ hand, who held it above him just enough to where he couldn’t reach it.
Namjoon laughed. “
You know Mr. Kim Yoongi, wasn’t it you who gave me the task of picking our honeymoon destination? And wasn’t it you who said that you wanted it to be a surprise until we got there?”
Yoongi pouted and crossed his arms. “Please show me? I take back what I said, I wanna see where we are going!”
Namjoon looked at him for a few seconds before shrugging. He handed the tickets over to his husband and waited for him to take a look.
Yoongi held the ticket and stared at it for a few moments before flipping it over. Namjoon watched him and waited for his reaction, the smile on his face morphing into an expression of worry as Yoongi began to cry. Namjoon stepped forward and lifted up Yoongis head. “Yoongi, honey, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Do you not like the destination? I can change-“
“Don’t even think about changing it,” Yoongi cut him off sternly and wiped his eyes. “I’m crying because I’m just so fucking happy, and you are just taking me to one of my dream destinations and…” his voice trailed off as he began to cry again. Namjoon felt tears stinging at the corner of his own eyes at seeing the reaction of his husband, but he held it back and pulled Yoongi into a tight hug.
“Let’s go to fucking Paris, Mr. Kim Namjoon” Yoongi laughed into his chest and hugged him tightly, letting his tears fall onto the younger shirt.
They stayed like this for a while, earning glares from the passerby’s who were on their way to their terminal or walking to go to the bathroom, but neither of them cared. When they had finally broken apart, Namjoon held Yoongi’s hand and walked with him through the airport. They had quickly stopped at a little café in the airport to grab a quick bite to eat and a cup of coffee. When they looked at the boards to check the status of their flight, they were very disappointed and annoyed that their flight had been delayed, a frown on Yoongi’s face appearing. He was happy to be going to Paris, happy to be going there with his husband, to enjoy it with his husband, but he was tired, and his body hurt, the hours of partying finally catching up to him. Namjoon sighed and rubbed the back of Yoongis hand with his thumb. “I know you are tired baby, but at least its only a couple hours we have to wait, and you can nap while we wait, yeah?”
Yoongi nodded and the couple then continued heading towards their terminal.
They found that, surprisingly, their flight wasn’t a large one, and there were actually fewer people there than they expected, probably due to the flight time. They sat somewhere over near the window, furthest away from the main walkway, trying to sleep in a quieter area. Yoongi pulled his neck pillow out of his carry on and put it on before resting his head on Namjoons shoulder. Neither of them had ever really fallen asleep, but they did feel a tad bit more rested when the time came for them to board their flight. It was a ten hour flight from where they were located and would but them roughly around four when they landed. Namjoon had made it his priority to grab them first class tickets, sitting them in comfy reclining seats that laid all the way back, making it almost like a bed. They took their seats and began to get everything they needed to get comfy. Namjoon had pulled out a pair of earbuds and plugged them into his phone, turning on one of his more chill playlists before handing one earbud to Yoongi who gladly took it. After waiting for another half hour for the rest of the passengers to board, the plane was finally beginning to move towards the runway. While they began the takeoff, Yoongi grabbed Namjoons hand and squeezed tight.
Everything was gonna be alright, as long as he had Namjoon with him.