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lovestrippedbare) wrote2019-03-09 03:19 pm
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𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕠
There are times, Jungkook thinks, when unexpected changes in plan work out for the best. Giving up on the idea of Busan during winter break wasn't the easiest choice at the time Jungkook had expected it to be the highlight of their winter, and giving into the pressure of Yeongwook's blackmailing hurt on multiple levels. But distance seemed safest. Planning, biding their time, having Jungkook carefully siphon a portion of his allowance over to Yoongi for safekeeping, every passing day made the trip feel more viable again, until the two of them suddenly realized that Yoongi's birthday would be an easy occasion to leave for, and that was that.
They've picked up memories along the way. The first night Jungkook had Yoongi stay over. The first dinner together with his mother, with her offering countless thanks for helping her youngest with his studies. A trip out to a nameless beach, all seven of them together, huddled and bracing against the last of the winter winds.
Getting to March isn't as difficult as Jungkook expected it to be, and now that they're here, the wait has made everything all the sweeter.
He takes countless pictures with his camera of their seats together on the train, of the little box meals they buy from the lady with the cart. Of the ramyeon they buy an hour later, when it's clear that the box meals are more packaging than substance.
Of Yoongi, staring out the window of the train car, a soft smile on his face.
At first, Jungkook struggled with the idea of spending much of Yoongi's birthday on the train, but the trip to Busan takes several hours at best, which would have required missing class on Friday. Seeing Yoongi's peaceful expression on the train helps to set a little of that regret to rest, as does the stifled laughter they share as they stumble down the hall to their room in the hotel.
"Hotel Elysee," Jungkook says with a flourish as he waits for Yoongi to swipe their room key. "Is that, like, French?"
They've picked up memories along the way. The first night Jungkook had Yoongi stay over. The first dinner together with his mother, with her offering countless thanks for helping her youngest with his studies. A trip out to a nameless beach, all seven of them together, huddled and bracing against the last of the winter winds.
Getting to March isn't as difficult as Jungkook expected it to be, and now that they're here, the wait has made everything all the sweeter.
He takes countless pictures with his camera of their seats together on the train, of the little box meals they buy from the lady with the cart. Of the ramyeon they buy an hour later, when it's clear that the box meals are more packaging than substance.
Of Yoongi, staring out the window of the train car, a soft smile on his face.
At first, Jungkook struggled with the idea of spending much of Yoongi's birthday on the train, but the trip to Busan takes several hours at best, which would have required missing class on Friday. Seeing Yoongi's peaceful expression on the train helps to set a little of that regret to rest, as does the stifled laughter they share as they stumble down the hall to their room in the hotel.
"Hotel Elysee," Jungkook says with a flourish as he waits for Yoongi to swipe their room key. "Is that, like, French?"
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"No," he says lightly, and presses a quick kiss to his lips anyway. His heart is racing, though the danger is relatively minimal. What's going to happen, some auntie decides to chase them off? No one will see them here. Most of them would probably just think they imagined it anyway, and they're all busy working and chattering away to each other. No, there's hardly any risk, and still, Yoongi's heart pounds with excitement, his smile a measure smug. There may be hardly any danger in what he's done, but it still feels like he's gotten away with something. He holds up the stick to offer to Jungkook. "Fine, I guess you can have some more."
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This is one of many times, Jungkook thinks, that he can definitively say he's fallen in love with Yoongi all over again.
"If you're not careful," Jungkook warns in an undertone, "I might end up having some of you instead." In contrast with the words, he leans forward and scrunches his nose as he takes another bite of the fish cake, less searing hot than it was before, and chews with satisfaction.
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"How did you get to be so bad at threats?" Yoongi asks, voice hushed, shaking his head. "Why is your default threat, 'Be careful, I might give you a blowjob'? You only encourage me."
He glances around and, as if to prove his point, leans in for another quick kiss.
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"Maybe it's because you're always on my mind," Jungkook murmurs, nearly pressing their foreheads together as he keeps his voice in an undertone. "I told you before, right? I get distracted during class... get distracted when I'm home alone. I can't help it if you're so hot that I'm basically horny all of the time. Nope. Can't be blamed for that."
With a grin, Jungkook snatches the stick and pulls off the remainder of the fish cake, walking out to the main alley and searching for the next stall to visit.
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It's a hurdle, but he likes it, too, admittedly.
"You can be, I'm blaming you right now. You can't just say these things." Not and leave him hanging like this. They've got hours before they head back to the hotel, he's sure, and he has to spend them with these thoughts dancing around his head.
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"I wondered earlier if there was anything we could get away with on the train. You know, when our trays were down and everything," he murmurs, meeting Yoongi's gaze as he bites at his lower lip, grinning before leaning back and scrambling away again, lest Yoongi spank him again.
Jungkook rushes ahead, seeking the shelter of a busy queue lined up around a hotteok vendor, the smell of frying dough wafting through the air.
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"Aish, such an exhibitionist," he murmurs once he's back at Jungkook's side, brow lifting. He can't fault him. Maybe it's just the nature of their relationship, of having to hide all the time, that makes flirting with getting caught so exciting. He's perhaps overly cautious when they're out in Seoul, but here, where no one knows them, it's hard to care very much if they scandalize anyone. "And yet you didn't tell me so we could try." He clucks his tongue in feigned disappointment.
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"But, you know," Jungkook adds, pivoting from side to side with a gently lifted brow. "If you'd be up for that kind of challenge. There's always the train ride back." He glances to either side, surveying the area. "Always some public bathrooms... and I wonder how many people really walk the beaches at night..."
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He licks his lips thoughtfully, stepping forward as the line moves ahead of them. The beach seems like a terrible idea; sand gets everywhere. Other places, though — Jungkook is irresistible and there's always a thrill to be found in risky situations, like they're almost daring the world to find them. He never would have thought bathrooms could be as exciting as they are before all this, but when it's one of the only places at school where they can escape into each other's arms...
Jungkook had a point earlier, he thinks. When his boyfriend's this hot, how can he help being turned on all the time?
"Mm, this smells good."
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His face flushes at the thought, and Jungkook can't help tilting his head back and laughing just a bit. Even if they don't end up sneaking away at all, just the exercise of imagining it alone leaves him giddy. He wraps an arm around Yoongi's, pulling him closer as they stand together in line.
"It does smell good, doesn't it? I really like hotteok back home, but these look really interesting too. Look, it's just so many seeds! And the dough looks pretty thin," muses Jungkook, watching as the auntie shovels seeds into each split hotteok.
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He wonders briefly if they're being too obvious anyway, if people looking over will see how they cling to each other and know they're a couple. Here, though, far from home, he doesn't care.
The hotteok looks different from the kind they get or make at home, but that only piques his interest. "Well, I guess trying different things is part of traveling, right?" he says, stepping forward to order as the line disappears from before them.
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"But yeah, I feel like food's probably one of the things I'm most interested in when I travel," Jungkook muses, handing off the cash to the auntie and waiting for their hotteoks to be stuffed into little traveling cups. "Plus places that are great to take pictures of. The pictures help preserve the memories, and the food is like. Like getting a glimpse of what people's lives are like, I guess."
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There's a lot to be said for the present, though — for seed-stuffed hotteok handed across to them and Jungkook's musings. Yoongi bows his head to the auntie as he takes his hotteok, ushering Jungkook off to the side. "Yeah, a literal taste of their lives," he says. "And it's just interesting how different things are from place to place." He blows gently across the hotteok, watching steam rise off of it, and smiles. "The beach will be perfect for your photos."
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In the meantime, he takes some steps back in the opposite direction, considering what food they might want to line up for next. Maybe ddeokbokki, he thinks to himself, spotting another quickly growing line.
"The beach will be great, that's for sure. But I think I'm even more excited about getting to take pictures of you," Jungkook confesses with a grin. "I'm the only one who gets to see Min Yoongi on his birthday this year. I wanna remember that."
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He blows across the hotteok again, faintly wary about how hot the seeds and kernels stuffed into it will be, before daring to take a bite anyway. "Ah, of me?" he asks a moment later. "I see how it is. I'm a captive model." In spite of his teasing tone, he hardly minds it. Jungkook takes pictures much more often than he does, and they usually come out better. He's promised before to let him take all he wants. It'll be nice with a backdrop like the sea for it. "This is good."
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(It's frustratingly true. Yoongi looks good from every angle, with every hair color, in any kind of outfit. A sort of versatility that would be aggravating if it weren't for the fact that Jungkook likes to exploit it in times like these.)
Giving his hotteok another long blow of his breath, Jungkook carefully takes a bite, brows raising in slight surprise. "Ah," he remarks, carefully keeping his mouth mostly closed, mumbling around his words. "It's so much crispier than I thought it'd be!"
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He takes another bite, exhaling slowly when it proves hotter than expected. "It is," he adds. "I like it." It is different from ones at home or that they made at Jin's, but that's part of the pleasure of it.
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Briefly, Jungkook wonders if feelings for Yoongi have ever colored the other boys' crafts. Hoseok with his dancing, perhaps. It's not something that Jungkook would ever want to stop he'd be happy to have all of the people in the world see how special Yoongi is, as long as he's still the one Yoongi wants.
Jungkook takes another bite of his hotteok, chewing with his lips slightly parted and letting the steam slip from his mouth. "I like it, too. You have to pick the next stop, though. I already did two," Jungkook grins, lifting his chin with pride.
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"Sketchbooks like yours?" he teases. "Ah, maybe some ddeokbokki next. We'll have to see what's nearby." He's in no hurry to move on, though, savoring the hotteok, even if it's still quite hot. It's nice just to stand here, enjoying the food and standing close to Jungkook, his hand gentle against Yoongi's neck. There's a certain peace to it. They have nowhere they need to be, nothing to hurry to, no obligations. For his birthday, they've carved out a little bit of freedom.
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"What, you really don't believe me? You got some chocolates on Valentine's Day, didn't you?" Jungkook points out, taking another large bite of his hotteok, a couple of seeds sticking to the corners of his lips with the extra syrup. "I'm sure you've got a whole line of admirers."
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Still, apparently not everyone has gotten the message. And as entertaining as Jin's attempts were, he has no inclination to make up some imaginary girlfriend.
He reaches over, his hand at Jungkook's jaw, thumb brushing the seeds from his lips. "And the ones who haven't will get over it."
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"It was terrifying. Like, some of the girls definitely enlisted all of their friends to hover around my desk when they tried to give me chocolate, and when you've got that many people staring at you... it's so terrifying to refuse," Jungkook sighs. "Especially when none of them think you're dating, so it's like, it's like they almost think you're insulting their friend by saying no."
He pouts. "When I even tried to tell them that I was already dating someone, there was this one girl who immediately went through my photos and texts and, well, she thought no girls meant I was clearly lying."
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"I know it must be devastating to them," he says wryly, "to be turned down in front of all their friends, but they'll get over it. I guess I can't fault them, though." After all, if he's head over heels in love with Jungkook, he can see easily how girls might find him just as attractive. Add in that he seems single and that he's too sweet to say no readily and, well, perhaps easy prey isn't so far off the mark.
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Jungkook stares blankly off into the distance as he tries to picture himself coming with chocolates and flowers and making some type of big, declarative statement in front of a girl. Wouldn't she feel pressured to react positively to such romantic gestures? It's hard enough for girls to say no on a regular day, Jungkook knows.
At least for him, he doesn't have to worry all that much about physical retaliation.
"Yah, I really think it'd be better if the holiday focused more on couples who are already in relationships," Jungkook decides, softly smiling as he meets Yoongi's gaze again. "Meeting up with you was a whole lot more fun than anything else that happened during class."
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He smiles, though, finishing off his hotteok before he speaks again. "It was fun."
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