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According to Seokjin’s employees, he has a crush.

A titanic, colossal crush he should do something about ASAP because it’s terribly painful to watch him and the other guy dance around each other. And it’s just that, according to them, the other guy is just as head over heels for Seokjin as Seokjin is for him.

His name is Min Yoongi. They all know that by now. How could they not?

Min Yoongi comes to the café every day, after all. Every single day, no matter the weather outside. If it’s sunny, he’ll show up wearing a cap; if it’s raining, he’ll show up with an umbrella and a thin beanie; if it’s snowing, he’ll show up in a bright blue woolen beanie that makes his head look like a bottle cap, according to Jungkook.

He’s cute. Like, really cute. He’s not tiny, but he’s tinier than Seokjin, and he’s not short, but he’s shorter than Seokjin. He’s tiny and short enough that he has to tilt his head upwards a little bit in order to meet Seokjin’s eyes when they talk (and flirt) across the counter. He has the cutest lips that are always slightly puckered, like he’s pouting and begging to be kissed 24/7, and his nose is the most boopable thing Seokjin has ever come across in his entire life.

It makes Seokjin’s day whenever he comes by.

Really. He could be having the shittiest day in the world, but seeing Min Yoongi standing in the middle of his coffee shop, looking up at the menu overhead with a thoughtful expression on his face (like he won’t just ask for an americano like he does every single time)— it always makes Seokjin happy. It doesn’t solve every problem he has in his life, of course not, but it definitely helps fixing his mood.

Like right now.

Seokjin wasn’t in a bad mood before, but seeing Min Yoongi walking in, struggling to close his umbrella and leaving it by the door, had him smiling right away. Then, seeing him coming forth to the counter and queuing patiently behind another client, completely avoiding his gaze and focusing on the menu instead— sure, that was nothing; he was literally just existing there, breathing and blinking and surely performing a number of other autonomous bodily functions, but as bare-minimum as it was, it all had butterflies fluttering in Seokjin’s stomach anyway.

“I don’t know why you even bother reading the menu at this point. We all know you’re going to get the same thing as always. Won’t you, Yoongi-ssi?” Seokjin tells the other man as soon as the other client moves to the side of the bar and they’re left face to face. The reaction is instant— Yoongi smiles at him the moment their gazes meet, but he also rolls his eyes.

“I might get tempted with something else, Jin-ssi, you never know,” he says with his pretty voice, deep and lazy with his Daegu satoori that never fully went away. But Seokjin shakes his head at him, the tips of his fingers tracing over the keys of the register as his smile turns into a smirk.

“Yeah, right. We both know that’s not true. You’ve been ordering americanos every single day for… how old are you? Fifty? Sixty years old?”

Yoongi scoffs at that.

“You know you’re insulting yourself as well when you say that, right?”

Seokjin shrugs, still smiling as he rings Yoongi’s order even though the other man hasn’t even told him what he wants yet.

“I wasn’t trying to insult you, love. If you felt insulted, that’s not my fault. You know, you’re looking pretty good for a middle aged man.”

Yoongi chuckles, but he rolls his eyes again as he mutters a soft ‘you too, idiot’.

“So,” Seokjin continues, picking up a large cup. “An americano, then?”

And an americano it is.

When Seokjin passes the cup onto Jimin (which has a winky face doodled on it and all), he notices the look of disbelief his employee is giving him (and has probably been giving him and Yoongi all along).

“What’s the matter, Jiminie?” Seokjin asks, innocently.

Jimin just shakes his head and sighs deeply like he can’t believe Seokjin is even making that question as he takes the cup in his hand. “Nothing,” he says under his breath before he turns around to make Yoongi’s coffee, and that’s when Seokjin shoots a smirk at the man across from the register.

Normally, Yoongi leaves as soon as his coffee is ready, and this time it’s no different.

“Will you come around tomorrow?” Seokjin asks him as he places the lid on his steaming cup of coffee. He watches his hands for a moment, sees the way his knobby fingers press the plastic lid down on the cardboard cup, but then he looks up to watch the pretty look of concentration on his sharp eyes as he works on this task. He can’t help but smile at the sight of his tongue peeking out slightly between his lips, and he gets an almost irresistible urge to brush a wild strand of dark cherry hair away from his forehead. He has to hold onto his apron and squeeze it in his fingers to stop himself.

“Yeah, of course,” Yoongi says, finally looking up at Seokjin when he’s done putting the lid on his drink. His eyes fall to his lips for a moment, but when that happens it’s Seokjin who looks away, laughing a little to himself— Jimin is literally right there, less than half a step away from him, radiating so much impatience that it’s making him stressed.

Stressed and amused.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” Seokjin says, and Yoongi responds in a similar way before he turns around to get his umbrella and leave. Before he’s out of the door, though, he looks over his shoulder and shoots Seokjin one last smile.

One gorgeous smile, full of teeth and gums. It has Seokjin feeling thankful that no clients came in after Yoongi, because his smile is fulminating, it really is, and it has Seokjin sighing and melting into a puddle over the counter.

“Hyung. This is ridiculous,” Jimin states solemnly only moments after Yoongi has left.

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes it is. You’re in love with the man!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hyung, we’ve been over this already.”

Seokjin snickers.

“But how is it ridiculous?” He asks, turning his head to look at Jimin and lifting an eyebrow at him, barely resisting the urge to smirk.

“Because you won’t ask him out! It’s maddening!” Jimin exclaims. “And it’s obvious he’s in love with you too! I swear— it drives me insane every time he comes around. All of us! Jungkookie, Tae, and I. You and your client boyfriend are driving all of us mad.”

Seokjin gasps at that, standing back up again and putting a hand on his chest.

“Hold up— you think he likes me too? Really?” He asks, and Jimin nods vehemently. “What gives him away?”

“Everything he does! There is no way he doesn’t like you. No way,” He insists. “God, I can’t believe you’re so blind. Jungkookie and Tae will be so sad when they come back from their lunch break and they learn that, once again, you didn’t ask the guy out.”

At that, Seokjin can’t help but laugh—

They’re all so clueless. It’s moments like this that remind him every day of why still he keeps this whole act up, as dumb as it is.

“Don’t you think that maybe the saddest one out of all of us is me? Why should I ask him out? Why can’t he ask me out? If he really liked me, he would’ve done that already, don’t you think?” he asks, and his words seem to finally silence Jimin, though they have him pouting a little miserably. Seokjin sighs and runs a hand through his hair as dramatically as he can. “But it’s whatever, Jiminie. Really. I don’t have time for a boyfriend anyway. I have my hands full at home as it is— a boyfriend would only ruin it, you know?”

Technically, he isn’t lying. That’s why acting is easy— he’s never full on lied. And anyway, if he does have to lie at some point, then he’d only be honoring the minor he got in acting when he was in college.

In the end, Jimin lets it go.

Somewhat.

When Jungkook and Taehyung come back from their lunch break, he tells them all about Seokjin’s exchange with Yoongi with the same exasperation with which he confronted Seokjin. Both Jungkook and Taehyung react just as miserably, and insist that Seokjin should at least try asking him on a date because, in their words, they’re the “cutest pair of old dumbasses”.

And Seokjin agrees— they are the cutest pair.

He lets them talk and insist all they want until the topic is finally forgotten, even if he knows it’ll show up again the next day. Even if he knows that the three of them will keep on shooting him smirk, wriggly eyebrows, or eye-rolls when Yoongi comes back tomorrow.

But that’s fine.

It’s kinda thrilling, actually.

According to them, Seokjin has a crush on Min Yoongi, the cute, not-quite-tiny guy that comes around every day and orders an americano every time.

What they don’t know, and what Seokjin hasn’t told them yet, is that they’re actually married.

 

 

There is a reason why Seokjin’s employees still don’t know that Min Yoongi and he have been married for four and a half years.

On the opening day of the café, about two years ago, Seokjin nearly lost his wedding band down the drain. He had to shove his fingers nearly all the way down the sink pipe (which was, thankfully, brand new and clean), and although he managed to save it just in time, he got traumatized forever. That ring was fucking priceless; the most valuable thing Seokjin possessed in both emotional and material worth, and he’d nearly let it end up in the nasty sewers of Seoul.

From that day onwards, he started wearing his ring around his neck to work, on a thin silver chain Yoongi and he bought during their honeymoon trip to Malta. He wears it around his finger when he doesn’t have to work, but since he met Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung in a work context, and he only ever sees them at work, he has never worn his ring around them.

There is also the fact that Seokjin doesn’t like to disclose much about his personal life. He has always had a way of talking to people that makes them believe they have him all figured out, when in reality, they’ve seen nothing but the tip of the iceberg of who he is.

However, the biggest reason why he has kept this a secret could be summed up as his love for chaos.

Yoongi has been coming to visit Seokjin at the café pretty much every day since he first opened (something that has been possible in part because the studio where he works is in the same neighborhood as the café, only a couple of blocks away), and naturally, the day he had to train those three, a snowy day in December, wasn’t an exception.

The thing is, Yoongi does wear his wedding ring on his finger, but that day he was wearing gloves. That day, and the next, and the one after that, too.

He was wearing gloves, so when he came around and he and Seokjin started low-key flirting, Seokjin’s new employees had no way of knowing they were married to each other already.

They’ve never been big on PDA, neither of them. When they’re out together, usually some subtle hand holding, a little bit of snuggling, and one or two chaste kisses are more than enough to keep them happy, but they obviously never do any of those things when they’re at work. They simply banter and smile at each other like dumbasses — not that Seokjin (or Yoongi) would admit to that.

“Oh my god, hyung,” Taehyung told him that first day as he smiled after Yoongi as he left with a steaming cup of Americano in his gloved left hand. “Does that guy come here often?” He asked curiously.

“Yeah, he does,” Seokjin replied, raising a questioning eyebrow. “He comes every day, actually. Why?”

At that they all smirked at each other, those three heathens.

“He just— hyung, please tell me you noticed he has a crush on you.”

Seokjin blinked at that in confusion at first. Of course Yoongi has a crush on him— that’s literally the least he should expect from the man he married.

“He has a what?”

“Hyung, the way he looked at you…!” Jimin chirped in. “Is he always like this?”

“I don’t— I don’t know?” Seokjin answered, laughing. “I think he is, if I stop to think about it…!”

“Have you tried asking him out yet?”

“Hyung, it would make his day!”

“But, wait, is it allowed to hit on the clients? It was strictly forbidden in my last job,” Jungkook added, but Taehyung quickly interrupted.

“Does it matter? Hyung literally owns this place; he can rewrite the rules as much as he wants!”

And, yeah. That was more or less how it started. Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung got so caught up in their little fantasy regarding Seokjin’s potential love life that they didn’t even give him a chance to tell them that, actually, they went through this whole process of “asking each other out” ages ago.

The thing is that hearing them talk about this had Seokjin feeling all sorts of fuzzy feelings inside of him.

Until that moment he hadn’t given much thought to the way Yoongi looked at him, or the way he talked to him. To his eyes and to his ears, Yoongi wasn’t flirting with him or trying to woo him— he was simply looking, simply talking. They had been together for years, so perhaps he had gotten used to the way they showed their affection to each other.

That’s why having someone tell him all of this felt so… exciting.

According to them, Yoongi looked at him like he had a crush on him— like they’d only just met, and that was thrilling.

How could Seokjin take the illusion away from Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung, when all their speculation and their fanboying had Seokjin himself feeling as excited about seeing Yoongi at work as he was when they first started dating?

He couldn’t, so he didn’t. He would tell them eventually, obviously, but in the meantime he would let himself enjoy this little secret.

He told Yoongi everything about it when he got home that night in December, and he laughed at it, but he kinda liked the idea. He thought it would make an interesting social experiment: how much time would pass before Seokjin’s employees figured out that the one guy who orders americanos and banters a little with Seokjin every day is actually Seokjin’s lawfully wedded husband? He went as far as offering to take off his ring when he went to the shop in order to get rid of the symbolic evidence, all in the sake of chaos and stomach butterflies. They were truly a match made in heaven.

And as it turned out, a lot of time passed.

In the end, it became something of a tradition between them. A dumb, but fun, and ridiculously exciting tradition.

But as Seokjin got closer and closer to Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung, not as coworker-friends but as actual friends, it also got harder and harder to hide the huge part that Yoongi made up of his life. It’s been almost a year since this whole act started, and it can’t and it won’t go on forever, but Seokjin’s sure that it’s going to be fun when the truth comes out.

 

 

It was a busy morning.

All mornings are busy for the café, yeah, but today it was extra rough. Seokjin is patient, normally, but standing on his feet nonstop for nearly three hours while making cup of coffee after cup of coffee to grumpy businesspeople can wear anyone down, and today it was as if everybody in the city decided they wanted to be as mean as they could be.

Jungkook got yelled at by three different people who claimed their coffees were either too watery, or too bitter, or too sweet. Taehyung got yelled at, too, when he accidentally gave someone a blueberry muffin instead of a blackberry one. Seokjin got yelled at too, though he doesn’t exactly remember why— all he remembers is his blood boiling when Jungkook and Taehyung got attacked for no reason, but he couldn’t do anything about it because he had to focus on getting people’s orders at the register.

By the time the eleven AM relative calm comes, they’re all a little moody, working in silence on different things. Taehyung is handling the clients at the register and the bar, Jungkook is restocking the baked goods display, and Seokjin is cleaning the floors and the tables, all the while an upbeat and kind of anticlimactic Top Hits playlist sounds from the cafe’s speakers.

He’s so into it — frowning, listening to the cheerful music, and cleaning one of the tables where a client spilled sticky sweet coffee god knows how long ago —, that he doesn’t hear the door opening and the bells chiming. Or perhaps he does, but he doesn’t pay it any mind, because he’s not behind the register or the bar at the moment so it isn’t his responsibility.

It isn’t until he hears a familiar voice right beside him that he perks up.

“Jinnie?”

It’s Yoongi. His ears tell Seokjin that before his eyes have even fallen on him and taken him in fully, and the effect is almost instant. He smiles at his husband the moment he sees him.

“Oh, Yoongi, hi,” Seokjin says, almost overcome with the need of putting his arms around him and burying his face against his neck. Yoongi smiles right back, toothy and bright. His cheeks are a little rosy due to the cold, and he’s wearing a gigantic woolen scarf that Seokjin’s grandma knit for him when they had only just started dating. His dark cherry hair is mostly covered by a black beanie that doesn’t really match with the scarf, but he’s never cared about that. He looks cute, like an honest to god Christmas miracle after the shitty morning he had.

“Shitty day?” Yoongi asks, like he can read his mind. He probably can. Seokjin can read his too, sometimes. He nods his head and sighs, and Yoongi clicks his tongue. He seems conflicted, like he doesn’t know if he should hug Seokjin or remain at a respectable distance from him.

He decides to touch him, after all. He reaches with his hand and gently rubs circles on his shoulder, like he’s trying to get rid of the tension there. It instantly makes Seokjin smile and move a little closer; let go of the rag he was cleaning the sticky table with so he can tug affectionately on his husband’s scarf, both thanking him for his touch but also warning him to not take it beyond that.

And Yoongi doesn’t. He stops massaging him, but he leans a little closer so he can whisper something to him.

“Hang in there, Jinchi,” he says, simply, and the dumb nickname alone is enough to make Seokjin chuckle.

“I’ll survive,” he replies, whispering too, extremely aware that both Taehyung and Jungkook are being suspiciously quiet. Seokjin wouldn’t be surprised to find them staring at Yoongi and him.

“You better. I’m too young to be a widower.”

Seokjin laughs again, and he swears he can almost feel the way the stress and bad mood leaves his body.

“Anything for you, Yoongichi. Okay, you go get your coffee. I gotta finish cleaning this mess.”

“Alright,” Yoongi says, smiling. Seokjin doesn’t know if he’s had a good morning so far, but he does know that their little daily meetings (and flirting sessions) at the café work just as many miracles in him and his mood. “Thank you. See you later.”

“Yeah, see you,” Seokjin tells him, and this time he almost, almost reaches for his face with his fingers so he can pick up a fallen eyelash that is resting on his still flushed cheek. But he doesn’t. It’ll probably fall off completely when he’s on his way back to the studio.

When Yoongi goes up to the counter, Seokjin’s eyes follow after him, naturally, and the first thing he sees is Taehyung and Jungkook both averting their gazes at the speed of light. He watches for only a moment before he goes back to his task at hand, but rather than focusing on the music coming from the speakers, he listens to the sound of Yoongi’s voice as he orders his americano and makes small talk with Taehyung instead.

He’s gone soon enough, sadly, but Seokjin is still smiling to himself even after he’s gone.

He smiles as he sweeps the floors and then mops them. He smiles and even whistles a little to himself as he goes up to the sweets display, but he stops when he notices how Taehyung and Jungkook are huddled up against the wall, talking to each other in hushed whispers and matching looks of concern on their faces that, at first, make Seokjin snort in amusement.

“What’s with you two?” He asks them, raising an eyebrow at them before he looks down to spray the glass with cleanser.

“Oh, nothing!” Jungkook rushes. “Nothing, we were just talking.”

Seokjin hums, nodding. “About me?”

“Well…” The younger says, looking around and scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah,” Taehyung cuts in. “I mean. In part. You and Min Yoongi. No. Just Min Yoongi, actually.”

“Oh. Why am I not surprised—“

Taehyung interrupts him, then, a little hesitantly.

“—hyung, is he… married?”

Seokjin stops cleaning for a moment and looks up, trying to keep his features as neutral as he can. For a moment he feels found out, and it’s dumb. He knows it’s dumb that he feels like he should hide this, but he’s neck deep on his white lie now.

“Who, Yoongi?” He asks before he goes back to cleaning, shrugging for more effect. “I don’t know. Why do you ask?”

“Cause he was wearing a ring on his finger.”

Oh, crap. He was? Seokjin didn’t even notice. What a terrible husband he is—

“It might’ve been a fashion ring? He likes wearing accessories…”

“No, it was a simple, golden wedding band on his marriage finger,” Taehyung explains, sounding regretful. When Seokjin chances a look up, he sees him pouting. “I think he’s married. You didn’t… you didn’t know?”

“I…” Seokjin starts, feeling genuinely cornered now and scrambling for his words a little. “I mean, would there be a problem with that? Honestly. We only just talk when he comes around.”

“But you can’t ask him out. What about his wife?” Jungkook says, and Seokjin huffs at that, dropping the cleaning rag.

“He doesn’t have a wife. Obviously.”

“Well, husband, then! Same difference.”

“Is that why you haven’t tried asking him out yet? You could’ve just told us he was married from the beginning, hyung, you know?” Taehyung asks, and honestly, Seokjin feels like he’s two seconds away from bursting and telling them the truth about everything. He sighs heavily, taking a hand to run his temple and mentally kicking himself for thinking any of this would be a good idea.

“Look, I—“ he starts, but he’s interrupted by the sound of the chiming of the bells over the entry door.

“Hey guys!” Jimin calls, all cheerful and wonderful, an obvious sign that he didn’t have to work the morning shift today. They all stop talking and turn at the door to look at Jimin, which makes him visibly recoil, half amused and half scared. “Woah, something happened? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Jungkook turns to Seokjin at that.

“We can tell him, right?” He asks, an edge of excitement in his voice, which Seokjin kinda understands. This is a major update in the made-up love story these three have come up with since they met Yoongi.

“Tell me what?” Jimin asks, looking interested as he removes his earphones.

Seokjin sighs heavily again.

“Do whatever you want. I’m gonna go count the bags of coffee beans, or something,” he says.

The topic isn’t talked about more during the day, because usually it lasts only for the few minutes after Yoongi leaves. However this time Seokjin keeps on mulling about it all day, trying to come up with the best way to tell them the truth without seeming like an asshole. Thinking, thinking, and thinking all day long about how to get himself out of this mess he himself made in the first place.

By the time he gets home, he’s extra tired and extra mad at himself, but he falls asleep easy, with Yoongi’s arms wrapped around him and his head tucked against his warm, comforting chest.

 

 

“It’s beyond me how you manage to get up so early every single day,” Yoongi says. Hisses, rather. It’s a cold dark morning, and it snowed the night before, so every breath that leaves them looks like a little cloud. Yoongi is hugging himself tightly as Seokjin struggles to open up the entry door of the café with his gloved hand.

“I just really like what I do, I guess?” Seokjin answers. His teeth are clattering a little, but soon enough he manages to open the door. “And also, if I didn’t, then I wouldn’t have any source of income, which would suck. After you, baby,” he says, holding the door open for Yoongi to scramble inside.

“Thank you,” the younger murmurs, humming in relief when he’s finally inside. It’s not exactly warm yet, but it’s considerably warmer than the raging winter outside. “You’re aware you don’t have to come here at this time, right?”

“I am. But I like opening the place at my own pace and having this me-time before the others get here, though,” Seokjin tells him, and he smiles to himself when he hears Yoongi’s barely audible ‘you could stay in bed with me for longer’.

He goes around doing the usual. Turning the lights and the computer on, and preparing the first coffee of the day — it’s pretty much a daily ritual by now. He gets to the shop about half an hour before the actual opening time so he can go through everything calmly. Yoongi doesn’t have to go to work as early, so usually he sleeps in longer. The only reason he’s here to begin with is that he was supposed to have an early morning emergency meeting with the production team of the idol girl group he’s working with, but it got suspended last minute after the group’s flight got delayed. Awoken and freshly showered at ass o’clock in the morning, Yoongi decided to keep Seokjin company instead of sitting on his ass at home and risking falling asleep again.

Seokjin loves the company. Yoongi and he don’t get to share many mornings, only on the few days of the week when Seokjin skips the morning shift for whatever reason, so this is nice. While the café gets warmer and warmer and the scent of freshly made coffee invades every corner of the place, they get a little bit distracted with each other. It’s a good thing that Seokjin could probably work the espresso machines with his eyes closed at his point, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to let his eyelids flutter closed and hum to himself in pleasure when Yoongi wraps his arms around him from behind and kisses the back of his neck.

“What are you doing?” Seokjin asks, sounding like he’s complaining even if he isn’t really, and Yoongi knows he isn’t. He can probably hear the smile Seokjin is wearing, which is fine, because Seokjin can feel Yoongi’s own smile when it presses against his skin again.

“Kissing you,” he says matter-of-factly as he kisses Seokjin’s neck again.

“I can tell.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever kissed you here before,” Yoongi says, his kisses turning a little bit wetter, a little bit more open mouthed, and it messes with Seokjin’s neuronal wiring.

“What do you mean you’ve never kissed me here before? You’re always kissing my neck,” he jabs, but he sighs softly when Yoongi’s hands curl around his waist and hold him tighter, like he’s scolding Seokjin for trying to be funny.

“You know what I mean.”

“Mmm,” Seokjin hums, basking on the feeling of having Yoongi so close to him, holding him and kissing him, while they’re in his workplace. It’s so off-limits that it has Seokjin melting like putty. “Does it excite you?”

“A little, yeah,” Yoongi answers through the noise of the espresso machine Seokjin is filling his cup with. It smells delicious, and Yoongi’s kisses are delicious, and there are still a few minutes before the others arrive and the shop opens for real, so indulging in a few kisses can’t hurt, right?

Seokjin puts the cup of espresso down on the counter before he turns around so he can face Yoongi, and when he does he finds him smiling up at him. His eyes are still a little droopy, but his lips are parted and glossy, and god, Seokjin loves him so much. He brings a hand to briefly stroke the side of Yoongi’s face before he cups his jaw, firm but gentle, and leans down to kiss him on the lips.

It’s beyond sweet. Seokjin has always thought Yoongi’s natural taste is sweet. He’s not a biologist, but he’s pretty sure that if he were to look at his DNA, he’d find it’s made of sugar and gummy worms. Yoongi doesn’t like sweets or candy that much, which makes perfect sense to Seokjin— he’s sweet enough already.

His lips are cold and a little chapped against Seokjin’s, but his tongue is hot when it drags over his lips. Aside from sweet, it is a deep and kinda fiery kiss from the get go. Yoongi’s hands grip Seokjin’s hips tightly, and Seokjin’s hold on Yoongi’s face is strong. Almost desperate. There’s no reason for it other than this could be one of the only times they’ll get to kiss while they’re at work (and that they’re crazy about each other, obviously). Yoongi will soon have to leave and then they’ll be back to acting like strangers, so they better make the best of it.

Seokjin kinda wishes Yoongi would grab him by the ass, but then again he’s thankful that his husband keeps it more or less family friendly, because they both know that the moment Yoongi’s hands are on Seokjin’s ass, it’s over.

But it’s still hot. Yoongi kisses him impatiently, sucking on his lips and tongue and squeezing at his hips and waist. He even dips his hands underneath Seokjin’s shirt so he can touch his skin directly, which is dizzying even if he isn’t trying to take things further from that. Seokjin feels himself slipping further and further into a very comfortable and familiar place where the only thing that exists is Yoongi and the way Yoongi makes him feel.

He finds himself smiling between kisses, rubbing his nose against Yoongi’s, and then licking into his mouth with a practiced ease that feels strangely novel because of the place they’re in.

However, after who knows how long (because if there’s something Seokjin loves is to suck face with Yoongi, and he always loses track of time when they’re going at it), things come to an abrupt end. The door opens and the bells chime, and before Seokjin’s brain even reacts, there’s a loud gasp.

“Oh, shit—!” Someone exclaims.

Of course.

Jeon Jungkook.

Seokjin pretty much jumps away from Yoongi like a startled cat.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Hyung, oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were with someone else—!” Jungkook rushes, all wide eyed and red faced, but when Yoongi turns around to look at him, a little panicky, his soul nearly leaves his body. “Oh, shit! That’s— Is that…?”

Seokjin sighs, but it’s a soft sigh of resignation. He’s still a little breathless because Yoongi just kissed the life out of him, but at least he can sigh.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s him.”

“Hi,” Yoongi says, waving his hand a little awkwardly at the younger man who is standing in the middle of the café with a hilarious look of shock on his wide-eyed face. His nonchalance makes Seokjin chuckle to himself, especially when he sees Jungkook’s panic growing.

“Hi? I mean. Hi. Yeah, hi,” he starts, looking at Yoongi at first in confusion before he turns to Seokjin again. “I— hyung, what? I mean. Sorry if this is nosy or inappropriate of me to ask, but I thought he’s married? Like. Did I just walk in on something I wasn’t supposed to see? Cause if I did, I’m really sorry, I really am, but, hyung, I’m terrible at keeping secrets— what am I gonna do?”

It’s Yoongi who laughs then, looking at Seokjin over his shoulder. He’s still flustered, but he’s smiling wide.

“He’s cute,” he informs Seokjin almost solemnly, and Seokjin nods.

“He is,” he agrees, smiling at Jungkook. “Jungkookie. What you’re gonna do, first of all, is listen.”

“Listen?” The younger says, not too sure.

“Yeah. And also, promise me you won’t get mad at me for being stupid,” Seokjin continues, and at that Jungkook frowns a little, alternating his gaze between Seokjin and Yoongi, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Oh, so you are having an affair, then?”

Yoongi barks out a laugh.

“No!” Seokjin nearly exclaims, though there’s a marked tone of amusement in his voice he can’t hide. “No, Kookie, none of that! Listen. And don’t get mad.”

“I won’t promise anything.”

Seokjin makes a sound of exasperation at that.

“I hate you,” he says, even if it’s a lie. “Alright. Listen. Yoongi is married, yeah, but he’s married to me. And I’m married to him. He’s my husband and I’m his husband. You see?” Seokjin takes Yoongi’s hand in his and then lifts it, shakes it in his so Jungkook can see. It’s the hand where Yoongi has his golden wedding ring, and Seokjin hopes it glimmers prettily under the lights of the café for more dramatic effect. “We’re together. We faked not being together whenever he came around, but the truth is we have a lovely relationship, a lovely apartment, and a lovely dog

Jungkook just blinks at them, but then his eyebrow raises until it almost reaches his hairline. He’s obviously not impressed.

“... you’re together, then?”

“Have been, yeah. For nearly five years, already,” Yoongi replies before Seokjin can open his mouth, and Jungkook’s expression only turns weirder.

“That’s. I mean. That’s odd— You’re married? Seriously? You’ve been married all along but never bothered to tell any of us? That’s got to be bullshit, hyung. No offense.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes and sighs once again.

Here he goes. Time to pay for his sins.

“Yeah, I know it’s stupid, I’m not gonna lie. But hey, you can’t get mad. I swear we had a very logical reason not to tell you we were married.”

Jungkook splutters at that. “But how can I not get mad! Like— you’ve been together all along but pretending you’re not! I mean…! Why would you even go through the bother of hiding something like that? Do you not trust us? Hyung, it’s so dumb!”

“It is dumb, I know! And I do trust you, it’s not about that! Basically, it was for the thrill of it! As stupid as it is, it was exciting too, and it felt cool!”

“Cool? Cool how!” Jungkook exclaims, and at that, it’s Yoongi who speaks up, speaking in that lovely deep voice of his that makes everyone in the room shut the fuck up and listen attentively.

“You know, Jungkook,” he begins, and Jungkook, indeed, shuts up almost immediately and his eyes widen again, comically, like he can’t believe any of this.

Like he can’t believe Yoongi is behind the counter with Seokjin because they’re actually together and married; that they’re holding hands because they’re married; that they’re making out inappropriately because they’re in love and they’re married and they were left unsupervised for far too long.

“When you’ve been together with another person for so long —and Seokjin and I have been together for a long ass time—, it’s easy to forget the special ways in which that person treats you. You know? You get to a point where you don’t notice the way they look at you, or the way they talk to you, because it’s all become so natural to you that it’s all just second nature.”

Yoongi pauses and he throws Seokjin a little glance, so the older man takes it from there. It was his idea, after all, to do this dumb thing in the first place, and it was he who listed Yoongi the reasons why it could be funny and interesting.

Seokjin resumes, “It’s not bad to be like that, though, and it probably happens to everyone, but we didn’t notice that until the first time Yoongi came around and you guys were here on the shop. You and Jimin and Tae pointed out stuff like that, like the way we looked at each other and talked, and then you claimed we had crushes on each other. And that, Kookie, was what did it. We’ve been married for more than four years, so having you guys think we were acting like teens in love was really refreshing. It was because of that that we started watching what we did around each other more, and… I don’t know, something about doing that was kinda good for us. Like a rejuvenating serum for our relationship, you know? So we decided to go along with that —with the pretense that we weren't really together—, until you figured out the truth. You weren’t supposed to walk right into it, though, and I’m sorry about that,” Seokjin says, and then, on second thought he adds. “And I’m also sorry about lying to you, too. Really, it was stupid of us, so I kinda understand if you get mad. But hey, you can’t deny that it’s hilarious that we’re actually together. Like, you really can’t. Also, we never outright lied to your faces. We just… omitted stuff, that’s all.”

A silence stretches after that, and Seokjin swears he can see the gears in Jungkook’s head turning the way they do when a client asks for a complicated drink and he’s trying not to forget it. After what feels like a small eternity, Jungkook finally laughs, shaking his head, and Seokjin feels like he can breathe again.

It’s ridiculously relieving that he doesn’t seem angry anymore, and Seokjin even laughs along with Jungkook, but he’s still nervous about this whole thing.

“So you’re not a home wrecker, then?” Jungkook asks, and Yoongi snorts.

“Of course not!” Seokjin exclaims defensively. “God— I swear you three are far too involved in my personal life and the morality of my actions. Or lack, thereof.”

“It’s because we love you, hyung, and we live vicariously through you.”

“As if, you’re just nosy.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at that, but he also smiles.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say,” he says as he goes around the counter and heads towards the back of the store so he can change into his work uniform.

“You’re not mad at us, still, are you?”

“If you tell us everything to satisfy our curiosity and to make up for all the time you spent feeding us lies, then I won’t be mad.”

Seokjin sighs at that, but he nods.

“Okay. That’s fair. No lies or omissions starting today.”

After that, things go pretty smoothly. Jungkook is at the back of the shop, while at the front Seokjin makes Yoongi an americano and then plants a few kisses on his lips before he has to go to work. This time, he doesn’t make him pay for it because there’s no need for that, just as there is no need for them to stop themselves from kissing before Yoongi leaves.

When they do, it tastes like freshly made coffee and home.

“Have a good day today,” Seokjin tells his husband, who answers with a nod and a smile.

“You too. Hope your morning isn’t too terrible.”

“Are you kidding? It’s been great so far, and I’m sure I’m gonna spend the next few hours answering inappropriate questions, and there are few things I enjoy more than that.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, but he kisses Seokjin again one last time before he leaves, lingering there for a moment. It’s a sweet and bitter kiss that stays on Seokjin’s lips even after Yoongi has left; it makes him a little dazed and lightheaded, so he’s still a little bit out of it when the door opens again mere moments later and Jimin comes walking in, all bundled up and looking a little panicky.

“Hyung? Hi, good morning— I, uh, am I crazy, or did I just see Min Yoongi leaving the shop with a cup of coffee? It’s not even open yet? What’s going on—?”

“—oh, Jiminie! Hey, good morning! Yes, indeed; that was Min Yoongi you just saw leaving the shop. Funny, huh?”

Jimin frowns a little and he eyes Seokjin with suspicion.

“Why was he here, though…?”

“Well, uh,” Seokjin starts, thoughtfully. “It’s kind of a long story, and to be fair, I should wait until Tae is here to tell it all, so in the meantime I’ll just give you a preview. Remember how you and all the others kept saying how I had a crush on Min Yoongi?”

“Yeah? But he’s married, though, isn’t he?”

“Yeah. See. That’s the funny part—“

 

Seokjin gets yelled at a number of times that day, and to be honest, he deserves it and he knows it. However, it turned out to be for the best.

Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook’s sentimental bullying didn’t diminish just because they discovered Seokjin and Yoongi were married, so the butterflies didn’t go away. And not only that, but every time that Yoongi went to the café from that day on, they were finally able to kiss each other goodbye without any dumb apprehensions.