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lovestrippedbare) wrote2019-03-09 03:19 pm
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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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"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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Though maybe, maybe next year he'll be a little more prepared anyway, and this will no longer be a problem.
"Does that mean you'll play hooky from lecture to come back and sweep me away?" Jungkook snickers, though his gaze takes a slightly softer look. "Because I'd like that. My handsome university boyfriend coming back for little me."
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"Anyway," he adds wryly, "you're not that little." Granted, he knows, with this being his birthday, he's technically four years older than Jungkook, but that's never seemed to matter. Being younger hasn't stopped Jungkook from keeping up with him or being as good a boyfriend as Yoongi could ever hope for.
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Yoongi is the only one that Jungkook will ever want to carve his future out with.
"I guess I'm not that little anymore," he concedes with a cheeky grin, pulling himself back up to full height, lifting his chin just a touch. "Grown just enough to do this." He leans in, pressing a kiss to Yoongi's forehead, letting the touch linger.
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He huffs out a laugh. "Maybe I'll just pick you up from school and steal you away. Then they won't give you chocolates anymore." He can just imagine, although it would be better if he had a cool car to pull up in instead of just taking Jungkook by the hand and walking to the nearest station.
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Jungkook's never sure how he managed to get so lucky.
"Ah, it sounds like something right out of a movie," Jungkook laughs, reaching for one of Yoongi's hands and weaving their fingers together. "My university boyfriend, striding right into the classroom, leading me away. It's dramatic and perfect. Everyone's gonna be jealous."
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In reality, he knows, the reaction is as likely to run to disgust as jealousy, and such gestures might only complicate Jungkook's life. Still, it's fun to dream. He squeezes Jungkook's hand, tempted to draw him closer, still too cautious to give in. He doubts he'd really have the courage to do anything like bursting into a classroom when he can't even do this, but he likes imagining it anyway.
"Especially if I kiss you then and there."
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And as much as he hates that they can't have that right now, it doesn't stop Jungkook from quickly looking around, spotting a little space hidden behind vendor tarps that he quickly leads Yoongi behind, lips parted and face all flushed as he leans in and presses his lips to Yoongi's.
"Sorry," he breathes. "I guess I couldn't wait."
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"Neither could I," he murmurs, a hand at Jungkook's cheek. "You're very hard to resist, you know that?" He's so strikingly beautiful, though Yoongi knows Jungkook doesn't see himself that way. Yoongi can't see him any other way.
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If anything, his stomach flips even more now than before, knowing how precious what they have is. Knowing how much there is about Yoongi to love.
"You took the words right from my mouth," Jungkook pouts, leaning in to bump the tip of his nose against Yoongi's. "I just want to be kissing you all of the time."
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He would kiss Jungkook in the middle of the street if he could. He never really would have thought he'd be one for public displays, but he's so happy, so proud to be Jungkook's, he wouldn't mind if everyone in the world knew. If anything, he wants them to.
A day will come, though, he's sure of it, when that will be possible β when they'll have escaped their parents, when the world is a slightly better place, when it's caught up to them.
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The smile that he wears now is affectionate, even proud. He cups Yoongi's jaw with his hand, letting the other arm snake around his waist, pulling him close. When the two of them are pressed up against each other like this, it emphasizes their height difference, and Jungkook finds himself quietly pleased with the way it feels to crane his neck just so, keeping Yoongi close and letting himself be protective.
"Are you happy?" Jungkook asks, even though the answer seems obvious. He still wants to hear it, wants to etch every moment firmly in his memory of what it's like to see Yoongi like this, so many of his burdens lifted. That's always mattered most to Jungkook, more even than his own well-being.
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He leans into the hand at his cheek, eyes fluttering briefly closed. They're free, nothing hold them back from simply being as they are. Wandering the street stalls and eating whatever catches their eye is something they could easily do back home, but it's different here, the caution and concern lifting away. There's only them. He wants to hold onto this forever.
"I'm so happy." He tugs gently at fabric, urging Jungkook closer still. "You make me so happy."
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Perhaps this is when he should say something a word of thanks for sharing this weekend, or an attempt to explain again just how dear Yoongi is to Jungkook, but Jungkook finds that nothing that comes to mind can quite suffice.
So instead, he leans in again and presses his lips tenderly to Yoongi's, holding the contact for a couple of seconds before he deepens the kiss, mapping the line of Yoongi's mouth and letting his tongue slip out to taste. There's still a sweetness lingering on the skin, probably from the hotteok, and Jungkook chases after it insistently.
"I love you," he breathes, lips curving into a smile.
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And then there's this, now, and Yoongi's heart soars when Jungkook kisses him and all he feels is loved and safe and excited. Hopeful. "I love you," he echoes, scarcely breaking away before he's leaning into him again, chasing more, always more. He's long found it easy to jump to the worst possible outcome in his imagination; right now, he doesn't care. What could anyone do if they saw them? The two of them are invincible like this, never safer or stronger than they are together.
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The situation is probably at least a little ridiculous, the two of them tucked away like this amidst empty produce boxes and dusty tarps. There's no view of the sea, no mountaintops or noticeable horizon, but when they're together, Jungkook finds that any place can be just about perfect.
"At this rate," he huffs through a laugh as he leans back for air, "it's going to be pretty tough for me to walk in a minute."
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"I can't help it," he adds, "if I always want you." How could anyone expect him to? His boyfriend is gorgeous and entirely his; of course he can barely keep his hands off of him. "But maybe we should go find more food."
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"I always want you, too," he murmurs, leaning forward and briefly nipping at Yoongi's lower lip. "But... you're right. We should probably find more food. And then head out towards the water. 'Cause I really wanna kiss you with the endless ocean stretching out in front of us."
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"Come on," he says, hand dragging down Jungkook's arm until he can link their fingers together, the press of Jungkook's palm helping to warm him again. Tugging him back out and toward the street, he looks over, letting his gaze linger. Busan suits Jungkook, he decides. They've hardly seen any of it yet, but he believes it all the same. "I want to find some ddeokbokki."
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He wants to kiss Yoongi in front of the ocean. He wants to kiss Yoongi on a bridge, lifted high above the water and with cars rushing in the background. He wants to kiss Yoongi on the top of Namsan Tower, wants to kiss him behind one of the back fences at school all the places that have been meaningful or that Jungkook dreams of are places where he wants Yoongi to feature.
It's really as simple as that.
But romance from Yoongi is another matter entirely, little gestures and moments that wouldn't mean half as much if they were shared by anyone else. And that, Jungkook thinks, is just as precious to him, if not more.
Grinning broadly as soon as he feels Yoongi's fingers slip into his own, Jungkook picks up the pace and heads back toward the street. "Ddeokbokki sounds so good, I saw a place where everyone was lined up. The ddeok were, like, huge! Twice the thickness of anything I've seen back home," Jungkook says, nodding at the stall some distance away.
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"Well, then we have to try it," he says. He's not a fan of long lines, but they don't bother him so much when the two of them are out and about together. It's easy enough to keep each other entertained while they wait. "This one here?" He eyes the stall curiously, taking in the sight of the food and the rich smell wafting over from the stand.
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"Ah, look, it must be spicy," he points out, watching a couple of teens off to the side gasping and reaching for water. He squeezes Yoongi's hand, then lets his thumb trace along the side of his palm, the movement small enough to be unnoticeable to everyone else. "Man, I thought I was full earlier, but now I think I could eat two orders of that stuff. Or maybe save some room for grilled sundae."
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