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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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Fuck, he mouths, blinking once he trusts himself to keep silent, gaze slowly turning down and settling on Yoongi's face, already flushed, lips sliding along the length of his cock. The sight alone is enough to make Jungkook harden further still, breath catching as he weaves his fingers through Yoongi's hair, watching the way dark lashes fan over pale skin.
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But Jungkook relaxes a little and looks down at him, and all Yoongi wants is to make him feel good, to make him happy. This might not be required for that, but it sure as hell can't hurt. Head bobbing steadily, he hums quietly, sighing as his hands slide back to cup Jungkook's ass. He works his tongue along the length of him, trying to keep the pressure as steady and tight as he can, his eyes falling shut again. In the middle of something so strange and new, the familiar taste of Jungkook on his tongue is surprisingly comforting.
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Fuck, he mouths, head tilting back until he's able to rest it against the the stall, eyes briefly trained on the ceiling. He can feel his thighs tensing, his whole body tightening as Yoongi brings him closer to the edge, and he tugs lightly on Yoongi's hair in warning. With the sounds of strangers filtering all around them, Jungkook's heart races; he's not sure he'll be able to last much longer.
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He kneads gently at Jungkook's ass, encouraging, his eyes falling shut again as he savors the taste and the thrill. Come for me, he thinks, looking up again as if he could convey that plea with his gaze alone. Even from this angle, Jungkook is beautiful, a soft sheen of sweat on his skin, cheeks flushed. Yoongi never gets enough of this.
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Min-ah, Jungkook mouths, the edge of Yoongi's name a soft whine on his breath as he buckles forward, feeling himself come against the soft heat of Yoongi's tongue. He gasps sharply, one hand in Yoongi's hair and the other dropping to his shoulder as Jungkook leans forward, wave after wave of the orgasm cresting over him until he finally slumps against the wall, thighs trembling with the effort to keep himself upright.
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Standing carefully, he taps his foot against the ground, trying to rid it of pins and needles as he pulls Jungkook close, arms wrapping around his waist as Yoongi presses a kiss to his cheek. He wants so much to say how he loves him, but he resists, just for now, still doing his best to stay quiet.
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Speaking probably isn't the wisest choice, but still Jungkook breathes lightly against the shell of Yoongi's ear. "Love you," he murmurs, finally pushing off from the stall wall and nearly laughing as he works on clumsily pulling up his pants, trying his best not to draw away from Yoongi's embrace in the process. He shifts just slightly, nuzzling against Yoongi's ear, then his cheek, until his lips are able to seek out Yoongi's, tongue sweeping gently along the line of his mouth. "So much."
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"Love you," he whispers as he finally pulls back. "We should..." He nods toward the door, visibly reluctant. As much as he's sure he'll enjoy the aquarium once they're actually looking at the animals on display, he'd rather just hold Jungkook, reveling in the warmth and certainty of their bodies pressed against each other.
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How's my hair? he mouths, arching a brow at Yoongi as he steps back far enough to hook his shoe on the toilet's handle and flushes. He nods at the stall door, indicating that Yoongi should probably leave first, with his complexion having recovered a little more. (Or so Jungkook assumes. He doesn't have a mirror to glance in, but he's pretty sure that his cheeks are still on fire.)
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Unlatching the door, he steps out quickly, pulling it shut behind him. It's one thing at school when the room is usually clear once they part, but here, with other people around, he has to remind himself to act naturally and not to look back and see if Jungkook has followed yet. Luckily, everyone else seems focused on their own business, several of the other men distracted by children. He steps over to the sink, washing his hands and taking a moment to rinse his face as well. His hair could use some attention, he's pretty sure, but running a hand through it is all he can do for now.
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Tempted though he is to take the sink next to Yoongi's, Jungkook heads instead for the other end of the row, smiling at his own reflection in the mirror. To him, the swell of his lips is obvious, but to anyone else, Jungkook thinks he looks relatively tame. Maybe a little warm, given the temperature outside.
He washes his hands, then leans down to splash his face, just in case, using some of the residual dampness to smooth through his hair. If anyone noticed the both of them, no one's acting on it or confronting them, and Jungkook can't help the amused grin that settles on his lips.
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Still, as he steps past on the way to the door, he lets his hand brush briefly against Jungkook's, glancing back at him as he goes. There's a frisson of electricity, a sense of daring and invulnerability. He feels untouchable. No one's going to say anything. No one saw them. It is without a doubt the boldest thing Yoongi's ever done and more of a risk, but they did it and, on the other side of it, he feels at once satisfied and giddy, waiting impatiently for Jungkook to join him, though it can't be more than a few moments before he emerges.
"Alright," he says, offering his hand. "Let's go look at some fish."
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"Hopefully the fish won't be a let-down after. That," Jungkook says, grinning from cheek to cheek as he swings their arms between them with childish excitement. He can't imagine any aquatic life holding his attention half as well now that his mind is still stuck on the way Yoongi looked in the stall, the way his fingers felt in Jungkook's hair.
Then again, the young children running around help to adjust the mood, Jungkook's gaze catching on a little girl whose shirt is completely decked out in cartoon sharks.
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He leads the way toward the nearest display, where little kids press up against the glass so close it begins to fog with their breath, excited to see the jewel-toned fish swimming past. "See, they're very pretty," he says, lips twisting into a smirk as he glances over at Jungkook. Fish don't come anywhere close to holding Yoongi's attention the way he does.
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"Yes, they're very pretty," Jungkook parrots back with a slight raise of his chin, though he inevitably finds himself staring at the fish not long later. It's not uncommon for Jungkook to come across a small fish tank in someone's house, whether at a relative's or sometimes at seafood restaurants, and they've never been very exciting to him in that context. But what he tends to forget about aquariums is how much of an overall shift in ambiance they entail. The halls are dark, flecks of light bouncing off the walls, and it feels almost like stepping into another world.
(The shrieks of the children break the spell just a little.)
"Do they like... have to really carefully plan out the tanks, you think? To keep fish from eating each other?" Jungkook wonders aloud, stepping close to the glass.
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"Definitely," he agrees. "Different fish like different environments, too, so there's that, but mostly I don't think they'd want fish eating each other in front of the kids." His voice drops lower as he speaks, not wanting any of the children gathered around to hear. Admittedly, a couple of the kids would probably find it fascinating instead of upsetting. Kids are weird like that sometimes. Still, better not to earn the wrath of any parents. "Looks like they have a whole shark area too."
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Shaking his head before he gets too lost in the topic, Jungkook glances over to where Yoongi's investigating the signage, perking up when he sees the shark exhibit. "Ah, sharks! We should go see those." He tugs on Yoongi's hand, guiding him away from the most crowded part of the path. Under his breath, Jungkook starts to sing as he walks.
"Baby shark, doo doo doo-doo doo-doo..."
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Even if the idea of it still warms him. Someday, he thinks. Someday it'll be their turn.
"I think it's seaweed, yeah. Or kelp. Coral?" he muses, glancing at the displays as they pass, all the brightly colored fish flashing past. "All of the above."
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Tempted though Jungkook is to break off and dance with her, he settles for making a face at her instead, puffing up his cheeks for the papa shark portion of the song and stamping his feet with a little more conviction. It sends her squealing and running off.
"Mm?" Jungkook mumbles, standing upright again and doing his best to recall the conversation. "Kelp ah! Yeah, kelp. I guess coral works too. But then, you have to get into like, well all the coral in the world is starting to die because the planet's getting too hot, and that's man, I don't know how you'd explain that to a kid."
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Someday. Jungkook is so much better with kids than he realizes and, even if he knows they're young to be thinking about this, Yoongi wants so badly to see him with a child of their own.
"Well, maybe all the coral will be dead by the time it's our turn," he says wryly, taking Jungkook's hand between both of his, "and we can just explain we screwed up the whole planet for them. Which is... not any easier. Think we can get away with leaving it at the circle of life?"
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"Hey, hey," he says with a wrinkle of his nose. "Give us some credit; it's our parents who have probably done more of the damage. It's not exactly like we're running the show right now." Jungkook shakes his head, eyes fluttering a bit at the thought. "Wouldn't it be terrible if our childhood films literally need to be tweaked for the next generation? Guess we'll have to hope that they'll have something nicer to think about, like landing on Mars or something."
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It doesn't seem fair, he thinks. People older than them had time to see the way the world is falling apart and they've just left the mess for the next generation. Like it isn't bad enough that all of them have been fucked up by their parents in one way or another, they had to fuck up the world, too.
His attention is caught by another fish, brow arching as he looks into the tank as it swims pass, long and bulky and less colorful than some of its companions. "Okay, that thing is huge. Do you think it eats people?"
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Jungkook can't help but long for that time. Adulthood will probably mean a loss of certain freedoms, Jungkook knows. It'll be stressful to suddenly be responsible for the direction of his life, to be the one wholly culpable if any decisions are made poorly. But Jungkook can't help but think that it'll be better than where they are now, carefully pressured underneath their parents' thumbs.
He doesn't dwell on the thought for too long, attention quickly pulled to the tank when Yoongi points out a large fish, its shadow flickering over the floor as it swims around in the tank.
"Wow..." Jungkook marvels, eyes wide as he presses himself right up against the glass. "It probably could? Unless it doesn't have teeth. It can definitely at least kill a person. Man, the ocean's cool."
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"So cool," he agrees. The tank is dense with kelp and other, smaller fish dart around, but the big fish keeps his attention. It's the kind that clearly tries to blend in with its ocean floor, but its size makes that impossible. Fish must have terrible eyesight. "Do fish have teeth? I don't think I've ever really thought about that. I know sharks do, but, like, regular fish?"
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Like Nemo or Dory.
"Uhhh... oh! Piranhas! Piranhas have teeth, right?" Jungkook points out, wagging his finger. "Big enough teeth to really tear things up if they drop down... or at least, that's how the video games always made it seem. Weren't there video games that had pools with piranhas? Ah, but I can't think of any off the top of my head..."
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