lovestrippedbare | 𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕠

"Okay," Yoongi says, wrinkling his nose in response. There are plenty of places he'd like to visit, if he thinks about it, but sometimes it's outweighed by the desire for a quiet, simple life or his happiness at being exactly where he is. The latter is already remarkable enough to him, the simple fact of being content. Still, there's a lot of world to see, even if they narrow it down just to Korea. "I'll think about it. We've got plenty of time to get ready, right?"

Wherever they go, they'll have to save up for it, after all, and next year may not allow for them to get away quite so easily. Once he's at university, he'll have to look over the schedule and see. Maybe if they plan for the break nearest to his birthday, they can go farther.

"A whole year. And then the year after that. And the year after that..." Jungkook counts off, tilting his head playfully before tugging Yoongi closer again, pressing their foreheads together, peppering Yoongi's lips with quick pecks. It's probably more than a little obnoxious.

Jungkook also doesn't care.

As much as he could spend the next few hours kissing Yoongi, a strong gust of wind brings Jungkook's attention back to the horizon itself, squinting against the sun as he turns fully towards the water. He loops an arm closely around Yoongi's waist, trying to maintain the warmth between them, and lets out a soft sigh at the sight of the endless water, sunlight glittering over the surface.

"It's like we're at the end of the world," Jungkook murmurs.

The sounds from the beach, the chatter of other people, have faded into the background, unimportant, and Yoongi gazes out to the horizon. It seems impossibly far, nothing by sea and sky for unfathomable miles. With an arm draped over Jungkook's shoulder, Yoongi leans his side into him. "Yeah," he says. It almost seems as if they're alone for this. Certainly no one else matters, anyway, the suggestion of other people distant enough to ignore.

He imagines sailing off toward that far off line and never coming back, the pair of them journeying, exploring.

"It's beautiful."

Two days isn't nearly enough for this, Jungkook thinks. But it's more than they've had so far, and maybe occasional trips like this will be able to tide them over until they're finally able to break away and live their own lives, until they're finally able to set off over that ocean and never look back. Maybe Jungkook should feel a greater attachment to the life he's lived, to the people who have supported him, to the experiences and memories worth cherishing.

But right now, all that he can do is think of the future, one hand weaving through Yoongi's hair, carding through the strands and pulling him close.

"Almost as beautiful as you," Jungkook says with a cheesy smile, eyes still fixed on the horizon.

Yoongi laughs, slapping at Jungkook's side. "Yah, you're so ridiculous," he says, glancing over and rolling his eyes. It's too absurd to take as a compliment, and yet, underneath the over-the-top nature of it, it's not like he doesn't believe Jungkook also means it. How lucky they are, that they can make each other laugh so easily.

He rests his head on Jungkook's shoulder, enjoying the way Jungkook touches his hair. There's something absurdly satisfying about having his hair stroked like this. He suspects Jin would have some kind of cat-related comment to make if he ever said as much near the others, though. The waves surge and crash against their shins, the sand shifting under their feet, and Yoongi closes his eyes, letting himself feel like they're drifting away on the tide.

"For what, telling the truth?" Jungkook asks, snorting as Yoongi hits his side and bumping his hip against Yoongi's in retaliation. Maybe the sentiment is more than a little cheesy, but Jungkook knows that he'd trade all the views like this in the world if it only meant that he could spend every second by Yoongi's side, their cares and worries too distant to matter. Still, he's glad for the chance to view the ocean as well, distantly wondering if his father ever came to this same beach.

Looked out over that same horizon.

Wonders, if his father ever brought his mother here on a date.

When the soft weight of Yoongi's head drops down to his shoulder, Jungkook glances over carefully, not wanting to disturb his boyfriend. He smiles at the way Yoongi's eyes fall to a close, expression peaceful and content. With a small shift, he turns to press his lips against Yoongi's forehead.

The soft brush of lips against his forehead draws a smile from Yoongi, his arm wrapping more tightly around Jungkook's waist in a sideways hug. There's such peace out here. They could live somewhere like this, somewhere close to the water. A quiet place where they could visit the ocean whenever they wanted. It's an option, anyway; there are so many possibilities to consider, the future as vast as the ocean before them.

"I love you," he murmurs, lifting his head to kiss Jungkook's cheek before he rests it against his shoulder again. "And I really like this." He can't really fault Jungkook for being cheesy, though. As gorgeous as it is out here, he prefers the sight of Jungkook to the waves; it makes sense the same is true in reverse.

It's hard for Jungkook to stop his mind from running in a million directions — wanting to check if Yoongi really isn't at all interested in a little intimacy on the beach, lamenting the fact that he can't propose to Yoongi right here and now, wondering if the two of them should start making their way back to the hotel, where it can really just be them, only them. But Yoongi looks so at peace that Jungkook can't bring himself to disturb the moment, save for continuing to press kisses to Yoongi's temple once he rests his head back on Jungkook's shoulder.

"I love you more than anything, you know," Jungkook says softly, lips brushing against Yoongi's hair, feeling the strands tickle his cheeks with the wind. "Maybe it gets old, hearing it over and over so many times... but it never feels like I get to say it enough when we're in Seoul."

"It never gets old," Yoongi says, quiet, even solemn. Even having such good friends to turn to, there are so many times when Yoongi has felt alone in the world, unwanted, unloved, or at least unnecessary. How could he ever tire of hearing otherwise from the person he loves most in this world? How could he tire of saying it. Jungkook has a point, though. Far from their own world, there's a freedom they don't usually have except in his room, in their most unguarded moments, when no one else is around, no one to worry will overhear. There's no one to be afraid of in Busan, and while they still can't exactly parade their relationship for anyone to see, there's a greater sense of openness, too.

He lifts his head a little, chin resting on Jungkook's shoulder. "It never could." He craves affection in general, more than he ever wants to admit; with Jungkook, though, it doesn't feel like a confession. Jungkook knows him better than anyone else anyway. And it's his affection Yoongi wants most of all. "I never get tired of saying it either."

Jungkook wrinkles his nose, delighted by how cute Yoongi looks now, with his chin on Jungkook's shoulder. Everything about him is cute, not necessarily small but all of it so contained, so easy to wrap his arms around and hold close. Jungkook tilts his head and it's just enough for him to reach Yoongi's lips, pressing a lingering kiss there, an attempt to convey his love with all the senses.

"I accept it as my role in life to keep saying it until you grow tired of hearing it. Until it's your forever earworm. So that when you're old and wrinkled and gray, if you don't remember anything else, you'll remember that Jeon Jungkook loves you and that's all you need," he chuckles, suddenly filled with half a mind to just tackle Yoongi into the water, phones be damned.

He settles instead for picking Yoongi up and spinning them in a circle, splashing water every which way as they turn.

Yoongi laughs, startled, holding tight to Jungkook as they spin around. They must be so obvious to anyone paying them the least bit of attention, openly affectionate, openly adoring. Yoongi doesn't give a fuck. Other people are too far away to bother them, and other people don't matter anyway, only Jungkook.

"That's already all I know," he says, grinning, rolling his eyes fondly. "That's all I need to know." Whatever else comes their way, they have each other. It's a very big and powerful thing to be so loved. It seems to Yoongi like it's the light he's been waiting for, sent to banish the shadows always hanging over him, to guide him into a better life, the one he shares with Jungkook now. "But you can say it as much as you want. But maybe say it on shore. This is fucking freezing."

Jungkook watches Yoongi for a moment, eyes sparkling with mischief, as he squats just a little — just enough to threaten dunking both of them in the water without actually getting anything wet. Fun though it might be under any other circumstances, their change of clothes is too far away and the weather too chilly to manage it without risking a cold, so Jungkook places Yoongi down gently instead, and turns to face the shore.

"It really isn't that bad compared to our other trip to the beach, is it?" Jungkook asks, determinedly avoiding the chatter that threatens to take over his jaw. He reaches for Yoongi's hand, gripping it in his own as he starts to splash his way back to shore. "I mean, that time was a whole month earlier. And not nearly this sunny. And we're further south now than we were then."

"Yeah, but you're still freezing," Yoongi says, eyebrow arching. He can see, almost hear, the way Jungkook's jaw trembles with the cold. All of that may be true, but it doesn't make the water any less cold, even if Yoongi feels like he's mostly adjusted to it. But even with his jeans rolled up, the hem is soaked from waves crashing against their legs, and Jungkook couldn't even do that much. He doesn't want his boyfriend getting too cold.

Still, Jungkook isn't wrong. It's nicer, warmer, here than it was last month. It's also more crowded. Yoongi prefers when it's just them and their friends. "Maybe we should come back for sunset," he says. "I bet it's quieter once it gets dark."

"You don't think other couples in love are just gonna take over the beach?" Jungkook muses as they start to make their way back to the shore, keeping his eyes peeled and examining every group they pass with interest, trying to determine which are the couples and which are simply groups of friends making a brief getaway. Some are more obvious about their affections than others, Jungkook thinks, and it makes him wonder how many people have completely seen through the two of them already. It's not every day that a boy lifts another and spins them around above the water.

They don't exactly look related, either.

"I'd be down for coming back to watch the sun set. Maybe even staying after that... seeing if I can change your mind about how willing you are to get, mm, affectionate? Out in the open," Jungkook remarks with a grin. The reality's probably a lot less romantic than what he's picturing.

Doesn't stop him from wanting to try, anyway.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. The idea of it is very romantic and all, but sand is almost as insidious as glitter. He has a feeling that, if he agrees, he'll regret doing so.

On the other hand, the idea of messing around out in the open is more appealing than he cares to admit, and he never likes to say no to Jungkook as long as the request is remotely reasonable.

"We'll see," he says, and he knows he's just going to give in, but he doesn't have to make it easy. Maybe they should get a blanket from somewhere. "And so what if they do? Other couples in love will be too tangled up in each other to care about us."

"Oh yeah, I don't think they'll give a shit about us, but — will they be quiet?" Jungkook snickers, can't help himself even if it's childish to do so, imagining how mortified they'd be if there was a couple getting audibly hot and heavy on the beach. Would others dare? It seems like it would put them at risk for being reprimanded by any staff or police nearby.

But Jungkook's also seen just how many liberties straight couples are able to get away with. The double standard is pretty unfair, really.

"Maybe that'd be better for us in a way, though. More cover." Jungkook bites at his lower lip, already taking a mental catalog of all the things he'd like to bring to the beach with them. Probably most importantly of all, a spare blanket from their room.

Given what they're talking about doing, Yoongi figures it's probably unfair of him to judge anyone else for doing the same, but that isn't actually stopping him.

"Isn't the real question whether or not you can be quiet?" he teases. Jungkook is perfectly capable of keeping it down when necessary, but Yoongi likes all the noises he makes. Still, that's part of the appeal of being in public, the need to be careful, the risk of getting caught. They could get in a lot of trouble if they're not cautious, but that hasn't stopped him from doing things in the past. Why would it stop him now?

"Oh wow. Wow. Challenge issued, gauntlet thrown — Min Yoongi, questioning whether or not I, Jeon Jungkook, am capable of being quiet during intimacy. Wow. Okay," Jungkook says, feigning offense as he kicks up one of his feet, splashing water over Yoongi's calves. Both of them know perfectly well how capable Jungkook is of keeping silent, particularly when Yoongi is in a more domineering mood — there's little that Jungkook enjoys more than taking Yoongi's direction.

Doubly so if there's a challenge that rests in the balance.

"Well, that decides it for us, right? We're coming back here tonight. To watch the sunset, and then for some pregaming before we get back to the hotel room." Jungkook reaches around to give Yoongi's butt a sharp pat for emphasis.

Yoongi laughs, stepping sideways and still failing to get out of the way fast enough. "I brought this on myself," he admits. "Alright, fine, we'll come back." The sand can't be that bad if they put down a blanket or something first, right? There aren't a lot of places he can see being particularly private, but once night falls, they might be okay.

"I have no idea where you think we can get away with this, though," he says, nodding to the shore as they start to emerge from the water. But then, isn't that just another challenge? They're both a little too stubborn not to figure out how to overcome a challenge.

Jungkook purses his lips, glancing down the length of the beach. His initial thought was to stay near the end of the beach, where few people were likely to roam by choice, but there are some businesses that appear to have set up shop on either side, and with the waterfront view, Jungkook's guessing that most of them aren't corporate in nature. Much more likely that they're hostels or restaurants, where customers are likely to linger even into the night.

But there are a few middling sections of beach that are slightly obscured by plant life, or otherwise interrupted by rocks and boulders.

"I figured we could, like, put a blanket over ourselves, and if anyone gets close enough then it looks, y'know," Jungkook muses, "not that scandalous. Otherwise, maybe around the bushes? Isn't that a thing in The Sims?"

Yoongi almost chokes on a surprised laugh, his hand gripping Jungkook's a little tighter. "The Sims?" he echoes. "I really hope that's not your point of comparison for our love life." Then again, compared to a computer game, he's probably doing really well in that department.

"I was thinking about lying on top of a blanket," he adds, "because of the sand, but... that could work." He's not entirely sure it would be enough to disguise exactly what they're doing underneath, but at least they'll be covered up. They can't get them for indecent exposure when nothing's exposed.

"What, like porn's any better?" Jungkook asks, shaking his head at the thought. However instructive porn was when he was first learning about his own sexuality, Jungkook finds that he's not always comfortable watching real, live people engage in such activity — not when he doesn't have any idea whether or not they want to be there, whether or not they have any true attachment to their partners. Watching characters in a game is much easier.

(Not that he played The Sims for that reason.)

"Ah, on top of the blanket would make sense... or we could take some towels for that? I don't know. How mortified would you be if someone came across us and it was all — out there?"

"Yah, very," Yoongi says, cheeks heating at the very idea of it. Just because there's a certain appeal to the idea of being caught doesn't mean he actually wants anyone to catch them. It wouldn't be worth the trouble or the embarrassment when they could much more easily, safely, and cleanly have sex in their hotel room.

"Towels would work, I think," he says, shaking his head at Jungkook. "Something to lie on and something to cover us." That they're even discussing the logistics of this is bizarre. Still, now he's committed to it, and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't kind of exciting. "And let's at least try to avoid being seen."

"What, you don't like the idea of being found even a little?" Jungkook teases, though he knows that he would also be pretty traumatized if they were. This wouldn't be as innocuous as being found by one of their friends — Jungkook's no stranger to how vitriolic people can be over matters of sexuality, and he can't imagine that Busan's any friendlier to the queer community than Seoul is.

Maybe only around the most tourist-heavy areas.

"Towels and a blanket, then. And yes, finding someplace with at least a little bit of cover. Though I guess we could always say that we're going skinny-dipping if things get desperate," Jungkook snickers, making his way back to where their shoes still lie, lined up next to one another under an umbrella. "What should we do to pass the time before then?"

"Maybe a little," Yoongi admits, nonchalant, though even saying that much makes him blush, which is, as far as he's concerned, pretty dumb. At this point, they've been sleeping together for so long that being embarrassed by sexual confessions seems pointless. But there's a difference between empty bathrooms and classrooms and being actually out in public, and if he has a slight exhibitionist streak, it's not something he's really thought much about.

"I don't know what to do now, though. Isn't the aquarium nearby?" It's a little too soon to suggest food and they have quite a bit of time to kill now. They might as well do a little sightseeing.

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