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i.
The wooden floor is cold as the sun hasn’t risen yet. Namjoon puts his right hand on his chin, as he’s half awake right now. It’s just past 5 in the morning and he’s sitting in the dining room just to make a cup of americano. Well, cups.
The coffee machine rings, maybe warning Namjoon that the coffee is ready. Namjoon rubs his face with his palms and walks to the kitchen counter. He is taking a moment to appreciate how beautiful the kitchen is; the granite counter, the shelves, his books on the bookshelves, the family pictures on the wall. Everything is on the right place, he thinks while sipping his coffee.
After sipping his coffee, he brings the white cup with ‘i love the owner of this cup’ written on it to his bedroom. He immediately hears a soft, “ Where were you? It’s so cold,” from the one who has the messy hair and flushed cheeks. He is Seokjin, Namjoon’s other half. Seokjin is now shirtless and only wearing his long pajama pants. He is still wrapped with blanket, though. Unlike Namjoon, who has his blue warm sweater hugging his body.
“I’m making morning coffee for both of us.” Namjoon puts the hot coffee on the nightstand. He’s smiling at Seokjin who is still in his slumber but his hands are trying so hard to reach Namjoon.
“Hmm- c’me here.” Seokjin mumbles incoherent words to Namjoon but Namjoon always knows it’s just his way to say that he wants some cuddles.
“What are you saying?” Namjoon slips into their cozy bed, his body leaning on the bedhead. Seokjin smacks his chest, knowing that Namjoon knows what he actually wants but decides to tease him. Namjoon finally cuddles him, kissing him on his forehead.
“Are you telling me that i’m the best for cuddling beside fulfilling your kinks?” as Namjoon says this, a familiar bark is blaring in the room. Monie comes into their bed snuggling to Seokjin’s side.
“Namjoon, I do not need your coffee right now. I’m freezing and I just want to cuddle with you before the kids are awake.” Namjoon then settles in Seokjin’s neck.
Morning is the only time for them to enjoy each other’s presence. Having two rowdy kids while working a boring 9-5 job for Namjoon, and reviewing scripts for Seokjin are actually very tiring. They usually end up going to bed early at most nights and not doing anything. Certain breaks such as Christmas and Thanksgiving are the only time where they can spend time together.
Namjoon stays in his other half’s neck for a while. The quiet sound from the TV Namjoon turns on before making the coffee echoes in the room. “You smile nice,” Namjoon blurts when Seokjin seems to back to his deep slumber. Seokjin giggles and mumbles ‘oh my god your smelly morning breath’ when Namjoon moves to peck his lips.
After that he rolls to his side, giving Seokjin the time he needs. He surely wants Namjoon’s warm cuddles but he needs his rest time. Cuddling him would be just another step to do some morning exercises in bed.
Namjoon smiles at Seokjin’s calm figure as he looks at their bedroom windows. It is finally snowing and it is Christmas soon. The joyful atmosphere is clear in their house as they already put up their big christmas tree in the living room and Seokjin already arranges a day for Jimin and Jungkook to help him bakes some christmas cookies. After all this Christmas break is going to be good for them.
He goes back looking at his partner. His face is looking tired, he has those big dark circles, his eyebrows are tight together, his lips are chapped, and his brown hair has its roots back to black already. Everyone would think that Seokjin is not having his usual handsome looks, but for Namjoon everything is perfect when it comes to Seokjin.
ii.
“Namjoon, it’s ten already. Will you wake up for me?” Namjoon opens his lids slowly. Seokjin is up few hours after Namjoon wakes him up. He went to bedroom to have his own business and have the time to mentally list the things he should do this day. It is when he remembers that their kids are away, they are having sleepover in their friends’ houses. It means the day is, in fact, theirs. When they get their free day without the kids, they usually cook together, get lunch in a new restaurant, or simply play games their kids own.
“It’s still morning, can we just sleep again? It’s christmas break, my dear.” Seokjin smacks Namjoon. Ten in the morning is too late to have his breakfast.
“You don’t ‘my dear’ me. Wake up and we will have breakfast.”
They settle with having toasts and coffees. The house is very quiet without the kids and it brings peace to the heads of the house.
“What do you want to do today? I don’t really want to play the games,” Seokjin walks to their living room, feeling content with the breakfast. Namjoon makes a bee line behind him while holding his cup. They sit on the long soft black sofa they bought when they decided to have Jungkook in their family.
“I bought few new books yesterday, I wonder you want me to recite them,” Seokjin gasps, it’s been a while since Namjoon reads something out loud for him. When they were still boyfriends in college, Namjoon often bought cheap old books and read lines by lines for him even though Seokjin didn’t understand what it was actually. Memories began flooding in his mind, every books Namjoon has read aloud for him probably became his favorite books because it sounds beautiful. He feels the same as a baby who hears his mom’s voice for the first time.
“What book are you reading right now? You keep reading those philosophical books that I can’t catch up with and I probably end up sleeping on your lap.” Namjoon laughs and goes up to his feet to take his book on the bedroom. He is back when Seokjin yells to him to bring them their blanket.
“I read poetry right now. Don’t try to be stupid, I know you are smarter than me for giving sarcastic comments to every lines I read,” Seokjin then builds a small nest for them to cuddle. He puts his head on Namjoon’s lap while Namjoon puts on his reading glasses.
“That’s the advantage of having a smart boyfriend. You get smarter.” Namjoon strokes Seokjin’s brown hair while the latter draws random patterns on Namjoon’s left knee. The decorative lamps of the christmas tree are sparkling brightly in the room that barely has the light on except the white floor lamp beside Namjoon.
“I stumbled upon this book few days ago and actually have been reading it for 2 days,” Seokjin pulls the polka dot patterned blanket until it reaches his armpit.
“Whose poem is it?”
“Shakespeare.” and Seokjin yawns loudly.
iii.
“ My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun, ” Namjoon starts the first line. Seokjin hums after that.
“ Coral is far more red than her lips’ red. ” Seokjin hums a little longer than before, Namjoon thinks he probably knows something.
“ If snow be white- ” Seokjin stops him by giving him a pat on his stomach. He changes his position to face Namjoon’s stomach few minutes ago.
“He is rude. He compares someone’s lip color with a coral?” Namjoon nods, already used with Seokjin’s habit to disturb him when he’s reciting something.
“ If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun, ”
“He is so weird for comparing the snow with the color of someone’s breast!” Namjoon laughs loudly at this, he doesn’t expect this kind of comment.
“ If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. ”
Seokjin whispers, ‘ Wait ’, but Namjoon is faster to close his mouth with his left hand.
“ I have seen roses damasked, red and white, ”
“ But no such roses see I in her cheeks, ”
Seokjin bites one of Namjoon’s fingers resulting Namjoon to scream.
“Maybe that woman is sad. Does blush on even exist back then?”
“ And in some perfumes is there more delight, ”
“ Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks ”
Nothing comes from Seokjin. Namjoon peeks from his book to see Seokjin probably sleeping, but he is not.
“Are you sleeping?” Seokjin hums ‘Nah ’ and he lets Namjoon to continue.
“ I love to hear her speak, yet well I know, ”
“ That music hath a far more pleasing sound, ”
Seokjin sighs, “I feel bad for the woman. She must not know that his man describe him like that.”
“ I grant I never saw a goddess go ,”
“ My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. ”
Namjoon goes down and pecks Seokjin’s temple, then he continues again.
“ And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare, ”
Seokjin turns his body to his back, he now faces the ceiling. “I think he compares that to reflects that he sees his woman not in everyone’s eyes, but his own.”
“ As any she belied with false compare, ”
“So, I’m right.” Seokjin gives a look to Namjoon. Namjoon smiles at him.
“You must have something in your mind.” Namjoon caresses Seokjin’s cheeks with his hand. His other hand closes the book.
“This poem is for you, for me, that is written by Shakespeare.” Seokjin listens to him.
“I know everyone is looking at you as if you are ugly because you have dark circles under your eyes, your lips are chapped, you even start to have wrinkles beside your eyes. Everyone knows you’re aging now.”
Before Seokjin can even give him any protest, Namjoon shuts him.
“But, in my eyes, you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. You are as beautiful as you were in college.” Seokjin is not really saying anything for few minutes and then he chuckles,
“You are not being cringy in Christmas week, right? Jungkook and Jimin have to know this.”
“No, I just love to recite a poem while declaring my love to you” Namjoon says while kissing Seokjin right on his cracked lips, not minding their morning breath.