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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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"Well, he's short," he offers instead, "but he makes up for it with his great taste in men." That those are in no way equivalent doesn't matter. "Ah," he adds, another thought occurring to him. "Romantic, too. Charming." As much as he's joking, he thinks there may be at least a glimmer of truth in it. He has, at least, managed to convince Jungkook that he's these things, which is good enough for him. There's no one else he needs to charm, after all. "Incredible in bed."
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"I would sooner question his taste in men than his height. But, ah. You're right. He is very romantic. Very charming." Jungkook puts on a solemn expression, shaking his head. "And so incredible in bed that I find myself turned on by the mere sight of him. I live a very difficult life, you see."
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"But you're wrong." He glances over, faintly smug. "My taste is impeccable. Otherwise how could I have picked out my soulmate? Most people can't do that on their first try." He really is so lucky, both to have found Jungkook in general, but also to have someone who supports him so thoroughly, who loves him so much, who wants him to see his best self instead of his worst.
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Now it seems impossible that they'd ever lose these feelings for one another.
"But putting that aside, you can't be telling me that you've never had a crush on anyone before me. That's impossible and I won't believe it," Jungkook muses, watching Yoongi's expression closely. "C'mon, tell me. What kind of people were you attracted to before me? Promise I won't get jealous."
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On the other hand, he also hasn't had many crushes lately. Once he fell for Jungkook, everyone else seemed to fall by the wayside.
He wrinkles his nose, pouting unconsciously, trying to figure out if there were any similar traits between his crushes. "Hmm, I guess I like people who are tall, dark, handsome... completely ridiculous..." He's joking, but, as much as the description fits Jungkook, it makes him think of what might be a suitable answer. "Ong Seong-wu. I hope you're prepared to become an idol to keep my love."
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"Wow, what a pretty boy," Jungkook exclaims, shaking his head. "What, he's taller than me? Better jawline. Nah, there's no way I can hold a candle to him, are you kidding me? Not to mention I'm pretty sure I'd be considered fairly old for a trainee with no previous singing or dancing background. Not pretty enough to be a visual, either."
He grins, nodding to himself and sliding the phone away. "Okay, okay. I guess I can't judge your taste too much. Considering my top crushes were idols, too. Well, kind of." Jungkook wrinkles his nose. "Does G-Dragon really count as an idol?"
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"So talented, handsome β check and check. I can't rap, though. Is that going to be a problem?" Something occurs to him and he grins, nudging Jungkook in the side. "And what happened to IU? Do I no longer have to fight her for your love? Because I think I could take her."
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But maybe he's wrong. It's an interesting thought, how Yoongi might look if his jealousy came to the surface.
"Ah, it'd be so cool if you tried to rap. You've got a good look for it," Jungkook points out, reaching out to briefly twist a few strands of Yonogi's hair between his fingers. "But don't worry. Even if you never sing, dance, or rap, you're already way in the lead over those two. They're just fun to watch on stage."
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He doubts he ever will, though. Practicality has to come first. Maybe, if he's diligent enough about his other classes, he could take some music courses at university and end up on the campus stage, but beyond that, it seems unlikely he'll ever get to be a real musician. Still, he's resigned himself to the fact of that. As long as they have a piano at home, he'll be happy with whatever boring job lets them make a life together.
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Still, Jungkook imagines that there must be a way to get onto stage once or twice. Someone with Yoongi's talent should be able to find a way.
"I mean, there are so many bars that look for live music, so if nothing else, that's definitely a place that you can start looking. Even if I can't really follow you in there yet."
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"I hadn't even considered that," he says. "I'd have to learn some new songs. I doubt they're looking for classical music. But it sounds fun." He's tried to play contemporary pop before; it's just a matter of learning some newer material and some old standards. He could be good at that. "More fun if we could sneak you in, though."
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"Ah, or maybe there are fancy restaurants that'd go for that kind of thing," he points out, grinning as he turns to face Yoongi, grabbing his elbow to navigate them both down a turn. "Though it's not half as fun for me to sneak into those. Could be pretty romantic, though! I'd be the obnoxious boyfriend, telling everyone that it's my man up there."
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He grins. "That might get us both kicked out," he says wryly, but he likes the idea of it β Jungkook noisily, proudly proclaiming their relationship to anyone who'll listen and probably more than a few people who have no interest in listening. "But it could be. Romantic. And fun maybe. I'll look into it this summer."
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Jungkook sighs, nuzzling his face briefly against Yoongi's neck before looking around for a trash can to deposit his empty cup.
"I hope we can find something. I really think it'd be great, and maybe someone would discover you that way, maybe it's something you can like... take up as a minor at school," Jungkook suggests with a small shrug. "Though any money you earn might get lost to all the meals I'd end up having at the restaurant while watching you play."
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"I mean, I'd want to take those classes anyway, so I might as well."
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Yet another aspect of life that feels stifling.
"But you should totally take those classes anyway. University's for learning, right? Might as well spend some time learning what you really want to know," Jungkook reasons.
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"And the surface level stuff is just boring," he sighs. "Never enough to really be interesting. How am I supposed to pick a major when they don't teach us anything real?" In the end, though, he knows he'll make his choice carefully and practically, based on what kind of work he ends up thinking himself best suited for, or, at least, the work he's least likely to be annoyed by.
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"I'm even further away from any of the stuff that feels remotely real in school, so I couldn't say," Jungkook sighs, narrowing his eyes and vaguely processing the sights in front of them on the street. "Isn't that why everyone just tries to go for the majors that are likely to land jobs with the highest salaries? Unless you're brave enough to go for the stuff you really love, at the cost of potentially finding a job later." His voice quiets, then. On the one hand, pursuing one's true passions sounds admirable, almost romantic.
On the other, Jungkook knows there are other things he'd rather take risks on. A job seems less important in the face of needing to set up a stable future for himself and Yoongi.
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What he needs is a degree that helps him get a good job, something steady that pays well enough to help support them β not just the pair of them, for that matter, but, eventually, a child or two. That may be a long time off, but knowing it's something they both want someday, Yoongi thinks it's worth planning ahead.
"But I'm sure there has to be something I can do well and enjoy," he adds, shrugging. "I just haven't figured it out yet. But there's time. And even more time for you still."
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Isn't it its own kind of bravery that the two of them have decided to put their all in one another?
"I just want to figure out what kind of job won't make me want to hide under my covers every morning, but also helps me earn enough for us to be comfortable," Jungkook muses, tilting his head. "Not that I think we have to be β I don't know, super comfortable or meet all of the expectations our parents have. I'd be happy no matter what, as long as I get to be with you. But it might be kind of nice if we didn't have to worry as much about the future. That's all I really want."
Jungkook grins, finally tossing his empty cup in the trash before lacing his fingers with Yoongi once more. "And I believe in us. We'll make it work, even if we don't have it all figured out right now."
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"We will," he says, quietly firm. "And we have time. It's not like we need to know right this minute." They have time before declaring majors and picking jobs becomes a necessity. In the meanwhile, they can make their plans together. "As long as we have enough to support ourselves, that's what counts. And to get a piano, of course."
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"We really don't need much to be happy," he muses quietly, eyes bright as the both of them continue making their way down the road. "I've never cared about having a big house or anything fancy. Having my soulmate with me is already more than I thought I might get. Just a little place, with a tiny kitchen where we can cook, and a piano, definitely. We can build up to the piano though. Like if we need to get a keyboard first, or if we need to look out for old pianos that schools aren't using anymore. Like the one in our classroom."
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"Sounds perfect," he says, glancing from the ocean ahead of them to Jungkook, taking him in. What else could they possibly need? "I'll try to find something a little less awful than soul-sucking. But at least I'll have you to come home to."
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On his part, Jungkook's sure that getting to come home to Yoongi will help him weather through a lot.
"Coming home to each other every single day... it's going to be so nice," he murmurs. "Even simple stuff like that sounds like a dream come true, doesn't it?"
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Someday. They'll have that someday.
"It does," he agrees. "It sounds wonderful. But I'll still get that suit if it makes you happy." Besides, he can cheerfully imagine Jungkook taking it off of him at the end of a long, hard day. Whether he's the best-looking in his company or not, there's no knowing now, but Jungkook's opinion is the one that matters anyway.
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