lovestrippedbare | 𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕠

The days and miles fly by faster than Yoongi ever would have imagined, and each one has been its own kind of gift, more than Yoongi would have dared to ask for this time last year. It would be nice if he could say that each of those days was easy; it's better still to be able to say Jungkook helped him get through all of them. He's been holding onto the idea of this trip for a while now, excited to get out of town for a little while, promising the others they would celebrate on another day. Today, this journey, it's just for him and Jungkook.

When he's thought of it, he's imagined freedom. Maybe not absolute, but enough. Being somewhere no one knows them, they can be exactly who they are, freedom granted through anonymity. He's hardly about to make out with Jungkook in public, but there won't be any need to look over his shoulder here before kissing his cheek or holding his hand. He couldn't ask for a better present, even if it means getting up early on a Saturday. It's worth it.

As they make it to the door of their room, Yoongi laughs. "Like French," he agrees. "I'm not sure it actually is French, but who cares?" It sounds like that one big street in Paris, Champs Élysées. He's never had a particular desire to go to Paris over other various options, but he'd like it, he thinks, if they went together. For now, he's happy just to swipe the card and let them into their room. Letting out a contented sigh, he takes off his backpack and flicks on the light switch, dumping his bag near the wall before reaching back for Jungkook's hand.

For the first time, even if it's borrowed, they're in a room that's entirely their own.

"All ours."

"All mine," Jungkook says, extending his hand for Yoongi to grasp while his opposite arm curls around Yoongi's waist, hand splaying over the small of Yoongi's back. If his butt's a little sore and his back aches a bit from sitting in a train seat for hours, none of that discomfort shows now; Jungkook's gaze rests intently on Yoongi's expression, smile widening on his lips. The room's all theirs. The trip's all theirs.

Yoongi's all his.

There's something thrilling about it, having a space that's all their own, even if only for a weekend. A space where they won't have to bother hiding, where they won't have to look over their shoulders. A space where Jungkook is free to kiss Yoongi whenever he likes.

Not that he's planning to spend the entirety of the trip in the hotel — Jungkook's been wanting to see the ocean and try new food for too long now — but the thought alone is a pleasing one.

"Is this how people feel when they go on their honeymoons?" Jungkook asks, smile wide as he tugs Yoongi closer, eyes slightly crossing as he stares down. "What should we do first, Min-ah? Head to the water? Research a place to eat? Pick out a cake? ...open your present?"

Yoongi beams, enjoying the possessiveness of Jungkook's words, and lifts his head to kiss him instead of answering. There are so many possibilities, it would be overwhelming, except he finds he doesn't entirely care which they do first. He's excited to do any of it. Any choice will be the right one. It's nice just to be on his feet and in Jungkook's arms.

"All of it," he says, free hand resting at Jungkook's shoulder, thumb brushing gently against his neck. "The water first and we can do our research there." Part of him is tempted to say to hell with it and take Jungkook to bed now, but they'll have time for that later. While he'd like to think they have plenty of trips in their future, he's not going to waste this first one. Jungkook must be right, he thinks. This must be how honeymoons feel, the world suddenly opening up at their feet.

He hesitates a moment, though, head tipping to the side, as he considers the possibility of a gift. "You didn't have to get me anything. This trip is enough."

Jungkook's all but ready to head to the water — perhaps with a few minutes spared for kisses and nuzzling first, because Yoongi's smiling that wide, gummy smile, and Jungkook never seems to be able to leave that expression alone — but Yoongi mentions that a present wasn't necessary, and Jungkook immediately shrugs off his backpack and starts rummaging for the zipper.

There was never any chance of really matching the Christmas present, not when Jungkook knows that a couple of months haven't made them any more ready to really get down on one knee, but Jungkook finds that trying to find a present for Yoongi is a fun exercise nonetheless. Getting a new score would probably have been well-received, but Jungkook never has the patience to withhold music, constantly forwarding songs to Yoongi whenever one strikes his fancy.

So instead, he opted for a small music box in the shape of a grand piano, Beethoven's Pathetique tinkling as soon as the box has been wound.

"Of course I had to get you something," Jungkook protests, tugging on Yoongi's wrist and pulling them to the bed, where Jungkook plops himself down unceremoniously. The box is wrapped in mint green wrapping paper, a small gold bow slightly squashed by the other contents of the backpack. He holds it out with a small grin. "Happy birthday, Yoongi-ah."

"Aish, this trip is present enough," Yoongi says, flustered but pleased as he sits down beside Jungkook, taking the gift. "You're all the present I need." It sounds facetious, he thinks, but it's true. There's nothing more he needs than what he has right here.

Still, he's not about to say no. He can't pretend he doesn't like that Jungkook thought of him, spent time looking for something that would make him happy. That in itself is enough; anything he could have picked would make Yoongi happy. He tugs at the paper, pulling at the edges until it starts to come clear of the box. His head tipping to the side, he grins. "A jewelry box?" Opening the box itself, he pulls it free, the small piano absolutely perfect in his eyes. "Finally we have our own piano."

There's a key to turn, the kind for music boxes, and he does, winding it before lifting the lid. As the soft tinkling notes play, his eyes widen, smile softening. "Pathéthique. Gguk... Thank you." He's never going to be able to hear this song and not think of their first kiss. "It's perfect."

"The trip's for both of us," Jungkook protests the point with a wrinkle of his nose, the expression softening when Yoongi points out that simply having Jungkook is enough of a present. He doesn't doubt that having Jungkook's company probably means more to Yoongi than anything material ever could, but the two don't have to be mutually exclusive, Jungkook thinks. Maybe simply having him is enough, but any other gestures Jungkook can make, any ways in which he can demonstrate the love and care he wants to show Yoongi, they must be icing on the cake.

Jungkook leans in close, briefly resting his chin on Yoongi's shoulder before he lifts himself up to press a soft kiss to Yoongi's cheek.

"I had to really think to figure out what kind of piano I could buy you on my budget," he giggles, dropping one hand on Yoongi's thigh and stroking absentmindedly. "Yah, it's really impressive how many songs you can find for music boxes these days when you shop online. I don't know what people did before online shopping. Any music boxes in the stores just play Fur Elise."

Yoongi grins, running his fingers over the tiny piano, traces them over the immobile keys. It's a perfect container for his jewelry, for anything but the ring he hasn't taken off in months, except, occasionally, to play. It's such a thoughtful choice, and while Yoongi wouldn't expect any less from Jungkook than such consideration, it still touches him to see it, to hear the delicate melody playing, always a part of their story.

Setting it carefully down on the bed beside him, he turns, a hand lifting to Jungkook's cheek as he leans in to kiss him. "I love it," he says. "Thank you." It's at once practical and beautiful and sentimental, and he's genuinely moved by the choice. They've spent so many hours at the piano bench together, the instrument itself seems as much a symbol of their love as the song does. Draping his arms over Jungkook's shoulders, he pulls him close for a hug. "No offense to Fur Elise, but this is much better."

There's an almost childish delight in the way that Yoongi runs his fingers over the music box, only the gentleness of his touch giving the age away. Jungkook's cheeks ache from the effort it takes to smile as widely as he is, pleased with Yoongi's reaction, and with knowing that he's made a genuinely good choice. It's not long before Yoongi's thumb traces over that cheek, smooths away the ache as Jungkook returns the kiss in kind, soft and sweet, lightly searching.

"Good," he says when they pull apart. "Because I love you. And I thought it'd be nice for you to be able to take our song anywhere."

It's not their only song — couldn't be, when there's a score they're still working on mastering, four hands instead of the usual two — but somehow, Jungkook thinks that there won't ever be a song that quite replaces Pathetique. The clumsy slip of his fingers, then the even clumsier reveal of their emotions. Jungkook easily melts into Yoongi's embrace, turning his head and inhaling deep against Yoongi's neck.

"Definitely better than Fur Elise. I think it's okay to play favorites with Beethoven's works."

"Our song," Yoongi echoes, smiling. It is their song. They have so many, and each one has its meaning, but nothing's ever going to be quite like this, a perpetual reminder of their confessions. His hand lifting to Jungkook's hair, he breathes in deeply, eyes falling shut. "I think we have good reason to play favorites. God, I love you."

He drops his head to press a kiss to Jungkook's shoulder, grinning against fabric. "We should get out of here," he says. "If we stay much longer, I'm not leaving." It would be so easy to keep kissing, to fall into Jungkook's arms, sink back into bed, and refuse to go anywhere else, but they came to Busan to explore, not just to have sex. That can wait for later.

"Ugh," Jungkook whines, already feeling a definite heat in response to the low rumble of Yoongi's voice. "You can't just go and say things like that. No, no. Okay. We have to go see Busan. We're here to see the city." Jungkook buries his nose just a little longer against Yoongi's neck, ending with a kiss before he pulls back with a smile, reluctantly getting on his feet. They could spend the whole of the vacation in the room, ordering takeout and having sex, and Jungkook knows that it'd be the happiest couple days of their life.

But still. They're here for a reason.

"Do you know why I really wanted to come to Busan?" Jungkook asks, checking his wallet to make sure he has everything he needs and plucking one of the hotel cards to stuff into the pocket. "Aside from the water. My dad actually grew up here as a young kid. He moved to Seoul for high school, but he was born in Busan."

Yoongi laughs at the sound Jungkook makes, slinging his arm around the other boy's shoulder so he can lean in to kiss his cheek. Hidden away behind locked doors, he's so easily affectionate, so happy just to dote on Jungkook. He likes this part of him, likes how easy it is just to be happy and in love. He has much more practice hiding, even now.

"Ah, see?" he says, nuzzling against Jungkook's neck. "So we have to go see the city. It wouldn't be right to come all this way and — did he ever mention anywhere in particular?" If there's somewhere in this city that has definite memories connected to Jungkook's father, they have to go, even if those memories happened long before Jungkook was born.

He pulls away to open his bag, digging into it to retrieve his wallet before they head out.

"Not really that I remember of," Jungkook replies, the slight lilt of his voice remaining with the feel of Yoongi's breath against his neck. It's hard to maintain the willpower needed to keep his distance, hard to stop his contented sigh or the way his hand immediately reaches for Yoongi's shirt, teasing at the hem, just barely refraining from slipping underneath to reach for smooth skin.

It's easier to focus on the more tangible details than to wrack his brain too much for the things his father used to say about Busan. Anything he comes up with might be a fabrication of his own making, ways he's used to fill up the blanks left behind by his father's passing.

He'd rather not stumble and make such a mistake.

"But I know that he liked fish cakes, and they're pretty popular here. Oh, and hotteok, the kind with seeds," Jungkook says, his steps subconsciously keeping him at pace with Yoongi as they meander around the room. "And there are definitely childhood photos of my dad wandering around Gamcheon, so I want to go there."

It's so fucking tempting to give up on going out. After hours spent in the company of others, hands kept to themselves, just to have Jungkook touch him ignites a sense of longing in his gut that has him wavering. Wallet found, he slides it into his pocket, then closes what distance is left between them for a kiss.

"Food and Gamcheon," he says. "We can do that easily." He's hardly going to complain about fish cakes and hotteok, or anything that might help keep the spark of Jungkook's father alive. He has a fondness for the man. He'd like to think that at least one of Jungkook's parents approves of their relationship. "Come on."

Reluctant though he is, he draws back and leads Jungkook out into the hall again. There will be plenty of time later to get lost in each other.

"Ah, I like this," Jungkook declares as they step out into the hall, fingers laced, no attempt made on Jungkook's part to hide the fact that they're here as a couple. He's well aware that they might have to be a little more discreet later on if they attract odd looks, but the fear of running into anyone they know is minuscule, and Jungkook finds that he doesn't mind attracting a little bit of attention from people he may never again see in this lifetime anyway.

"I can't believe we get an entire weekend of this. Feels... perfect," Jungkook adds, giggling openly as they make their way back to the elevator, Jungkook reaching out to tap the down button. He glances to either end of the hallway before looping his arm around Yoongi's waist again.

"I wanna travel everywhere with you," he muses, brushing some of Yoongi's bangs off to the side.

Yoongi leans in, rests his forehead against Jungkook's, his smile warm and open. He knows they should still be at least a little careful. Still, it seems doubtful that anyone who sees them will care all that much about the two of them holding hands and talking close, about lingering looks. They might be bothered, but most people, he's willing to bet, will keep it to themselves anyway if they're offended, and who gives a fuck about them anyway?

"Everywhere," he echoes. "Absolutely everywhere. Paris. New York. London. Tiny places in between where no one goes, just us."

The elevator dings and the doors slides open, and Yoongi steps backwards into the empty elevator, not waiting for the doors to close again before he kisses Jungkook. "Anywhere you want to go." He'll make it happen. As long as they're together, Yoongi knows, that will be more than enough, but still he craves the chance to give Jungkook everything he could dream of.

Jungkook whimpers against the kiss, continuing to step backward until his shoulder blades meet the wall of the elevator. Little moments like these are enough to stoke Jungkook's imagination, already mischievously wondering how much they might be able to get away with in the dead of night, when no one else is around. How much he'd like to push the stop button like they do in the movies, to watch their breath cloud against the metal, to search for and cover all the cameras before they make love.

The thought makes him snicker just a touch, his hands reaching around Yoongi's waist and smoothing over skin with his palms, tugging him closer, until their bodies stand almost flush.

"Anywhere. I'd go anywhere with you," Jungkook murmurs. "Vienna, too. We have to make it to Vienna someday."

They don't have very far to go, and Yoongi wishes the ride were longer, that they could just stand here, could just enjoy each other with no fear of interruption. Even so, he's happy. That still feels like a novelty sometimes.

"Definitely Vienna," he agrees, smiling, hand lifting to Jungkook's cheek before he steals another kiss. "We could just run off and backpack across Europe." He pulls away reluctantly as the elevator shudders to a stop. Times like this, it feels like they're getting away with something they shouldn't be doing, private and public at the same time, and it's hard not to want more. Busan is waiting, though, a whole city to explore hand in hand.

He reaches for Jungkook's as the elevator doors open. "But Busan is a good start."

Truth be told, Jungkook doesn't know all that much about Vienna other than the fact that it was such a center of inspiration, such a stomping ground for the great classical composers. Time has probably changed the place enough that it might be unrecognizable compared to then, but Jungkook likes to think that there might be something intangible about the place, some type of energy that they might still be able to tap into together.

He'll have to look into it later, he thinks. Maybe start some type of pinboard to collect all of the destinations they want to hit someday, just to have a goal towards which they can reach.

"Busan's a great start," Jungkook agrees, chin lifting as they step out of the elevator, giving Yoongi's hand a soft squeeze. "And it didn't take us too long to find a time to get here, right? Only a couple of months, really. I'm hoping that we can listen to some people use Busan satoori here — I always thought it sounded kind of nice and masculine, y'know? Maybe I can pick it up."

Yoongi purses his lips, stifling a laugh. "But I like how you sound already," he says, leading the way to the exit. "Don't go changing on me."

They left out early enough that the sun is still high as they leave the hotel, still plenty of time ahead of them to knock a few items off their wish list of things to do. He lets go of Jungkook's hand, digging his phone out of his jacket pocket so he can pull up the map, trying to figure out their best route to the water.

"But, no, it didn't take too long," he says. "This was perfect timing." He can't think of a better way to spend his birthday.

Even a hint of Yoongi's laughter is enough encouragement for Jungkook, who takes a couple of quick steps to catch up, eyes already twinkling in amusement. "What?" he drawls, trying for the best (and probably wholly inaccurate) satoori accent that he can, pieced together from various things he's watched over the years. "You mean you ain't ever dreamed of a Busan man, broad-shouldered and smellin' of the sea, coming to whisk you away?"

He bursts into giggles before he can help himself, which probably ruins any gravity the moment might have otherwise had, before leaning in to get a look at the map on Yoongi's phone.

"That road looks a bit larger. Maybe that means there'll be more food places around there," Jungkook points out, his fingertip hovering just above the screen.

Yoongi laughs, shaking his head at Jungkook. "That was terrible," he says. "And I'd rather do the whisking, thank you." He may not be some dashing fisherman or anyone's idea of a prince or a knight, but for all that he likes it when Jungkook holds him at night, how safe he feels, he'd prefer to be the protector most of the time. Besides, Jungkook sweeps him off his feet often enough.

"That looks like a good choice," he adds, nodding. "Let's head that way." Tucking his phone back in his pocket, he reaches again for Jungkook's hand. "I hope you're not dreaming of such a man. I'm not letting you get whisked away from me."

Even that has him stifling a laugh. It's nice, really, to be so comfortable he can tease like that, knowing it's utter nonsense. There won't ever be anyone else for them.

"Guess someone has to work hard to make sure he keeps my interest," Jungkook snickers as he easily slips his hand into Yoongi's, letting the older boy lead the way. Even the thought of his eyes straying to anyone else feels ridiculous — why would he even bother when he already has the best boyfriend he could ever hope for? There might have been other fleeting crushes in his past, but Jungkook knows none of them would even hold a candle to how he feels about Yoongi now, ready as he is to throw all his chips into this relationship.

To throw his all into making this last forever.

"Ah, but really, your deep voice is one of the attractive things about you," Jungkook adds with a tilt of his head. "And what's all satoori really is, right? Makes your voice lower and has that little drawl. You've already got that even without the accent, so — you're clearly my type."

Maybe it makes him vain, but Yoongi never tires of hearing these things, the apparently endless list of reasons Jungkook finds him attractive. He doesn't do anything as silly as preen at hearing it, but he smiles, slightly smug. He's said before he likes himself better through Jungkook's eyes, and he means it. When he steps back to look at these things the way his boyfriend does, he seems like a better, stronger, smarter person, vision less clouded by his own cruel brain.

Even so, joke or not, he intends to work hard, to keep investing himself in this relationship, for the rest of his life.

"Clearly," he teases, glancing over. "Though maybe I should start affecting an accent. Keep your eyes from wandering while we're here."

Even though Jungkook's fairly certain that Yoongi's comment is made in jest, Jungkook still takes a quick step forward and blocks Yoongi's path, his free arm reaching around Yoongi's waist and pulling him close for a hug. The street isn't all that busy, Jungkook figures, and besides — anyone who sees them probably knows that the love hotel is close, maybe some of them can guess why these two young men are here together.

And Jungkook's fine with that. More than fine, even as he tells himself to be careful.

"My eyes are never going to wander away from you," Jungkook murmurs quietly, cupping one palm underneath Yoongi's jaw, thumb brushing against the smoothness of his cheek. "You're the only one for me, Min Yoongi."

Yoongi's heart leaps and races, a potent mix of excitement and concern and love. He doesn't want to invite trouble, but being close with Jungkook like this is so easy and natural, feels so good, he can hardly find it in him to worry who might see and what they'll think. He likes this too much to care, his smile fading into something softer. He leans forward to rest his forehead against Jungkook's.

"I know," he says warmly. "Just like you're the only one for me, Jeon Jungkook." It's been a long, long time since he so much as gave anyone else a second glance. Why would he now, his vision full of Jungkook? He smooths his hand over Jungkook's chest to rest against his neck, tempted just to kiss him here and now. He's not quite that reckless, though, at least not when Jungkook's safety is as much in question as his own. "Maybe I just like being reminded."

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