#husband!rm

Word Count: 1970

Genere: Fluff, slight angst 

Warnings: Very slight cussing

A/N: MY FIRST POST!!! Hope you like it!  Pls let me know if you do!  Also any haters will be blocked/reported or whatever it is.  I felt like writing soft vibes today.  Anyway enjoy!

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The setting sun softly reflected off the water causing small diamonds of light dance around the room.  You set the petite watering pail on the windowsill next to the ever growing line of plants.  Succulents, cacti, and most recently added: a baby venus fly trap loving named Medusa.  Your love and interest for Greek Mythology being one of the many shared interests of you and your husband of six months.  Your lips curving slightly into a subtle smile as you thought of your husband.  How did you get so lucky?  Your fingertips moved as you turned up the soft music.  Doing a slow dance by yourself.  Spinning around the kitchen practically feeling your husband's hands on your hips.  

A different melody rang through the kitchen as your phone vibrated on the counter.  The word “Chimmy” as well as a incredibly stupid picture shone up at you.  Answering the phone and turning down the music both happened as your voice laughed into the speaker.  “Hey Chim, what's up?”  Your friendship with Jimin was a mix of teasing jokes and being emotional support, so it didn’t surprise anyone on how close you were with him.  With all of the members really.  

Dating their leader sure made the boys skeptical of you in the beginning.  No one was worthy of their precious Namjoonie in their eyes.  But as time went on you all grew closer through the nights of laughter, the incidents of violent paparazzi, the tears of online hate and the protection you grew to feel for each other.  You completely and officially joining the family when your dad walked you down the aisle.  What felt like your brothers in law watched with happy tears as both you and their invaluable leader exchanged vows.  Now it was hard to picture you without Namjoon and vice versa.  Though of course he was still head of the biggest band on earth.

“Hey Cherry” Your little nickname winning a smile from you.  Your little internet fame of wearing a jaw dropping red dress at an awards show earned you the nickname Cherry among the boys and the majority of ARMYs who approved of your relationship with their moonchild.  “Today was a little hard on everybody.  The interview wasn't planned well.”  Anger swelled in your chest.  Today was the boy's big interview with an american news channel.  You silently cursed at the people in your head.  Those idiotic people and trying to do an interview without even listening to the damn music or reading a three paragraph paper on the blood sweat and tears the boys put into their journey to fame and their dedication to being the top.  “Cherry, you there?”

You blinked. “Yeah sorry, I zoned out cussing at people.”  Jimin laughed.

“No kidding. But I called because it was pretty rough on Joon.”  Of course it was.  “You know how he hates those kinds of interviews.  I wanted you to know if he doesn’t talk about it, or is a little off tonight.  I know you wanted to go to that one movie with him.  The one with Shakespear or whatever.”  You laughed at his disgusted tone.  

“It’s a romantic movie, Chim, a classic one.”

“It’s still cringe. I hath to goeth to theth restroomth. It's weird.”  You and Jimin both giggled.  

“You’ll find your romance one day Chimmy.”  You heard Jimin gag.  

“Love is for those who have that bag.”

“Jimin you're literally a billionaire you can have time for romance.”

“Billionaire'' is a big word.”

“I know.  Now go eat dinner, you anti-romantic billionaire.  I've got a husband to cheer up.”

“Okay fine see ya Cherry!”  You rolled your eyes with your signature smile.

“Goodbye anti-romantic! Love you!”

“Love you too!”

The front door clicked as you hung up.  Hair twirling as your mans walked into the living room dropping a small bag into your “Basket of Hobbies” as Namjoon called it.  His yellow hair pushed under a white beanie that matched his white Gucci hoodie and sweatpants.  One look into his dark and romantic eyes, you know Jimin must have been down playing the severity of today for your definite, you were, after all, known to put people in their place whenever BTS is disrespected.  

That was one of the main reasons ARMY approved of you.  Because you will not stand by as BTS’s hard work was stomped over by jokes that weren’t even funny.  Jimin knew you would call the channel and give them a taste of your mind through correcting facts and threatening with lawyers if apologies were not made publicly.  As well as giving ARMY your blessing into harassing the channel online.  They were an ARMY but you were a general.  

Namjoon’s eyes were so so tired.  His shoulders slumped a little, like he was still carrying the weight of the interview as well as all the other decisions and sh*t he had to put up with as a leader.  But a king is only as strong as the queen beside him.   You immediately crossed the kitchen to him, sliding your warm arms around his broad shoulders.  They were damp by the gentle rain currently falling throughout the city.  “Hey baby,”  The gentle words rushed over him like a cool stream, different from the chill that clung to his clothes.  His head fell to your neck, his arms circling your waist.  The height between you two was pretty different.  You being 5’4 with his six inch difference, so whenever you hugged it felt like being engulfed in warm honey.  It was a sweetness you never wanted to escape from.  Willing to be held captive for the rest of your life, the band of gold on your finger announced that thought to the world.  “How was today? Jimin called and said it was rough.”  Namjoon squeezed you tighter.

“A little bumpy.” His deep voice rumbled, you felt the vibrations in his chest.   Your fingers reached to run through the yellow locks, sliding off the beanie, massaging his scalp gently.  

“Wanna talk about it?”  The slight shake of his head hidden in the crook of your neck made you frown a little.  It wasn’t like him to keep things quiet between you two.  You moved to plan b.  

“How about dinner?”  Namjoon lifted his head so urgently it almost crashed into yours.  His eyes were wide with remembrance and a bit of panic.  

“The movie you wanted to see! Did we miss it? If we hurry we can still do it,” He basically fled from the warmth of your arms, grabbing your jacket and checking the time, muttering the whole time.  You stood somewhat thrown by his instant change.  The words tumbling from his mouth reached you.  “How could I forget?  I’m so selfish.  How could I forget my wife’s one request.”  It wasn’t just the words he was speaking towards himself but the tone in which he said them.  It was filled with disappointment and a hint of self-loathing.  

“Namjoon-”

“I’m so sorry baby, I was thinking of work.  Come on, we can’t miss it.”  He was tugging you towards the door now.

“Namjoon!”  You cupped his face in your hands seizing his movements.  Wanting to do nothing but kiss away the confusion of his face and the crease in his brow.  Which is what you did.  Namjoon melted like butter.  If there was one weakness that broke through Namjoons busy mind it was kissing the love of his life.  Feeling the peace in a moment, and only feeling you.  You.  “We’re gonna stay home tonight okay baby?”  

“But-”

“No Mister Kim.  We are staying home.”  The tone of your voice was stern but Namjoon knew you were only thinking of what was best for him.  Which is why he didn’t want you to stay home.  He’s been so busy.  He’s always busy.  He just wants to have a normal love with you.  Not a love of hiding from paparazzi and never getting to walk around freely like other people.  Namjoon loved his life.  He loved his fans.  He just loved his wife a little more.  And those who truly loved him respected that.  Plus he knew when he said I do, your love would never be normal.  He loved you too much for it to be normal.

“Please Y/n,”  His large hands held yours.  “Let me do something for you.  Let’s do something you want to do.”  But you saw right through him.  He was being crushed under the weight of a sea filled with problems and emotions.  And he needed a lifeboat.  An angel of the sea to pull him from the deep.  So screw the movie.  Screw the world.  Because with him in your arms there was nothing else you wanted to do.

“We are going to lay on that couch.  We’re going to order italian and swoon over how cute Mr. Darcy is.”  Namjoon laughed a little.  Pride and Prejudice was one of both of your favorite movies.

“The 2005 version?”  You laughed out loud.  

“I will not swoon over any other.”  You said making Namjoon chuckle.  

“Ok.”  You kissed his nose.

“Good.  Let me order food, you grab the blankets and change into something cozy.”

You had left for no more than eight minutes.  Grabbing a coupon and speaking to the nice old lady on the phone.  What you expected when you returned was your husband stretched across the couch, maybe with a bag of gummy bears.  What you didn't expect was the blankets on the couch but still folded like they had been forgotten, and your husband, though now in a tanktop and shorts, standing frozen staring at your most recent yarn mushroom.  Your recent hobby was crocheting yarn mushrooms, and you had made tons of them.  This morning when he headed to work, you two were teasing each other as you always do early in the morning.  You were still wrapped up in the sheets and his hair damp from his shower.  He asked you to make him a rainbow one cause he couldn't choose a favorite.  And there it was.  Resting on the coffee table.  Just a few more stitches close to perfection.  

“Why do you love me?”  

…

What?

The question pulled you up short.  What the hell did those stupid interviewers say to him?  To get him to question himself so much?  

“Because you are you.”  His eyes met yours.  You weren’t surprised that tears shone like jewels in the moonlight but it broke your heart nonetheless.  “It’s that simple.”

“But I-” He began, his voice cracking.  You wouldn’t let him bring himself down.  Not on your watch.  

“Because you know how I’m feeling by the sound of my breathing.  Because you remembered my off handed comment about needing different yarn colors and now every other day you bring another color home.  You always remember the colors I already have.  Not only do you know everything about me.  You are incredibly hot and attractive.  Every part of you, though I do have my favorites.” You smirked teasingly.  “I love you because of so many things.  And we are married, remember?  You can’t get rid of me now.” Namjoon laughed through the tears.  “You are stuck with me for life.  And I thank God everyday that he gave me you.  That he sent me an angel.”

Namjoon cupped your face with such gentleness.  Some say love is a feeling.  But anyone who has ever had their true love for a partner knows it's a necessity.  It is oxygen to breathe.  It’s water to live.  He needed you.  You needed him.  It was with that kiss, that you assured him of everything.  “Ok now lets swoon over Mr Darcy.”  Namjoon croaked.  You laughed at the love of your life.  

“Ok Joonie.” You fell asleep that night holding him close, cuddling on the couch.  Knowing that tomorrow you would make a few very important calls to the company and ARMY.