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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?"
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[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2019-12-04 10:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, fair point," Yoongi says, soft against Jungkook's hair as he presses a kiss to the top of his head. He doesn't understand a lot of things, but he's sure of that much: that Jungkook loves him every bit as much as Yoongi loves Jungkook. He's not sure anyone β€” anyone β€” has ever loved him at once so deeply and so purely, true and intense and enduring, without a trace of obligation or regret. It's a gift beyond anything anyone has ever given him, anything he's ever known. He has no way of knowing what that feels like for Jungkook for sure, but he's pretty certain all the same that this is a love of equals, that they love each other just as absolutely.

Running his hand down Jungkook's back, he closes his eyes, enjoying the soft tease of kisses against his chest, reminding him how badly he still wants Jungkook in this moment. "I just mean..." He sighs, a hum of pleasure in his throat. "I'm lucky too." It feels so small compared to the enormity of what it is to be caught up in something like this, a passionate romance like he never thought he'd ever know. But then, he figures, Jungkook probably thought the same thing. Words are limited, or at least his are, no matter how hard he tries. Even music falters in the face of this. He's not sure he'll ever find a way to convey it properly, but then, Jungkook already understands. Far from Seoul, he thinks maybe he's never felt quite so at home.
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[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2019-12-14 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
Whatever Jungkook might think, Yoongi knows the truth of how fortunate he is. If Jungkook can't see it for himself, Yoongi will just have to see it for him. He makes a small humming sound, almost but not quite laughter, and kisses Jungkook's cheek, nudging him back. "I definitely have that going for me," he agrees, reaching for Jungkook's waist, hands skimming over his ribs, encouraging him to lie back down. Jungkook is always so pliant β€” so willing, as he says β€” and Yoongi doesn't have long to wait before he can angle himself over the younger boy, leaning down to pepper kisses along his chest. As happy as he would be to keep showering Jungkook in affection and reminders of how cherished he is, he knows that sex is, for them, just as good a way to do that as words are. Sometimes he thinks it might be more effective; he's never been that great with his words, after all. Sometimes all he wants is to bury himself deep in his boyfriend and hold him close, so connected and entwined, no one could tell them apart, glowing with sex and sweat and love.

"Eager," he murmurs into his skin. "Willing. Beautiful. Don't give me that look." He doesn't have to glance up to suspect that Jungkook's expression is less than credulous, no matter how often Yoongi's told him how stunning he is. If he has to say it a thousand times more, he will. "Sweet... and funny... and kind." He laves his tongue over a nipple, catches it gently between his teeth. "Ridiculously horny." Like he's one to talk. "Thoughtful. And enthusiastic. Good. Generous." This time, he does look up, however briefly, as his kisses move further down Jungkook's stomach, hovering just above his hip. "I could keep going, but I don't want to keep you waiting. Wanna taste you, Gguk." Wants to fuck him, too, but if he's going to do that, he has to prep him first, one hand steady at Jungkook's thigh as the other reaches blindly for the lube. His heart is thundering in his chest, almost an ache in his throat, like every inch of him is ready to burst with desire and with love.
likedriedflowerpetals: [jungkook, fire] (neg, positive, neutral?) he's got so many feelings, who can tell anymore (all the ashes in my wake)

[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2019-12-16 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Jungkook doesn't say anything to the rest of the adjectives that Yoongi runs through, but he doesn't have to. When Yoongi looks up, there's a soft awe in Jungkook's expression that says more than enough. If, for just one moment, he understands how Yoongi sees him, how precious and loved he is, then that's enough. He'll spend his whole life trying to fill their world with those moments. Jungkook's spent too long not seeing himself the way Yoongi does, not loving himself like Yoongi does.

"I love you," he murmurs, opening the bottle and quickly coating his fingers with lube. He wishes he were better with his words, that he could list off occasions and incidents that would help Jungkook to believe, the way Jungkook has done for him in the past. Frankly, everything's a little hazy, though, the air thick and charged with desire, and he's not much of a talker at his most coherent. Teasing a finger in slow circles around Jungkook's asshole, he presses more kisses to his thigh, slowly, gently working his way inside. As much as he can tell that Jungkook wants this, he's not about to rush him through this. The last thing he wants is for any of this to hurt. Carefully fingering Jungkook, he kisses the base of his cock, trace his tongue along a vein. "You have me. I'm here."
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[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2019-12-19 11:03 am (UTC)(link)
That, Yoongi thinks, is a pretty good reason to tie Jungkook like this more often, giving him more reach. The feeling of fingers in his hair is so good, somehow at once soothing and arousing. Those things so often seem all tangled together with Jungkook, which Yoongi figures is how things should be. He's mussed and aching with need, every soft moan and gasp sending shockwaves of desire straight through him, and still, he's more comfortable here in this unfamiliar room than he's been nearly anywhere else in a long time. There's nowhere in the world safer for him than wherever Jungkook is.

"You feel pretty fucking good yourself," he says, glancing up, eyes heavy-lidded, working another finger into him. "So hot, practically fucking yourself on my fingers like that." It won't be very long, he's pretty sure, before Jungkook is ready for him, which is a relief; he's almost painfully hard, desperate to be inside of him, longing for release and for the intimacy of burying himself deep in Jungkook. His cock practically jumps at the thought. As much as he likes to tease and get Jungkook all worked up, he has no intention of keeping him waiting for long. Or himself, for that matter, wanting a real taste of him. He lowers his head again, taking Jungkook into his mouth, moaning softly. It won't do to get him off just yet, not when Yoongi wants him coming around his cock, but he's come to love the familiar taste and weight, taking him slow and deep.
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[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2019-12-20 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
There's such a brightness in Jungkook's voice, a mingling of delight and desperation, that Yoongi can't help if his mouth slackens a bit, stretches into a smile instead. Even now, he's so cute. Yoongi's not sure Jungkook would entirely appreciate the sentiment, however complimentary he means it to be, so he keeps it to himself. The way his heart spills over with affection, though, he can't restrain, letting out a small, happy moan around Jungkook. Easing back, he turns his head, wipes his mouth against his arm. "All of it," he says. "Oh, you're getting all of it. Wanna be inside you so bad, Gguk-ah."

Looking up at him now, Yoongi takes him in, the messy hair, the flushed cheeks and bright eyes, the way he writhes against the sheets when Yoongi's fingers get deep enough. He twists his wrist slightly, scissors his fingers apart. "So hot like this," he murmurs encouragingly. "So good for me. Think you need another?" As much as he aches for attention, he does his best to be patient. This isn't something to rush through. It's not like they haven't hurried through it, taking whatever chances they can get, but even then, Yoongi knows the importance of prepping Jungkook thoroughly. If there's any pain to be had here, it should only be for the purpose of highlighting the pleasure. He ducks his head, nipping at Jungkook's thigh, and it's all he can do not to rock his hips against the bed, every small sound spilling from Jungkook leaving him dizzy and wanting.
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[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2019-12-23 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
There isn't a thing in the world Yoongi wouldn't do for Jungkook. That please, so needy and sweet, gets right under his skin, like every inch of him is pulsing with the way his own desire meets his longing to give Jungkook exactly what he wants. He almost asks again, asks if he's sure, but the way Jungkook sounds right now, he doesn't think he needs to. His eyes are dark, his cheeks flushed, and, for a moment, Yoongi's throat goes tight, vaguely overwhelmed by everything β€” by how beautiful Jungkook is like this, spread out for him and desperate, by how much he wants without yet getting any relief, by the headiness of knowing no one here gives a shit what they're doing, that no one's going to find or stop them. There's no need to hold back here, to be careful in case his father comes home unexpectedly or wakes up. There's just them, just this, just Jungkook.

Still, he waits, slowing the pace of his fingers, until Jungkook feels more relaxed around them, before pulling them out. However badly he might want, the last thing he intends to do is hurt Jungkook. "I love you," he murmurs, briefly stroking a hand down Jungkook's thigh, the other reaching for the lube. His breath catches at the touch of his own hand, coming out again in a shaky exhale. It doesn't do much to take the edge off, just makes him wants to be inside of Jungkook even more, head light with it as he leans forward. "Love you so much." There have been times he's wondered if he says it too much, too needy himself, too anxious to be loved back as wholeheartedly as he loves; meeting Jungkook's gaze, though, he knows that isn't the case. Even if there were such a thing as too much for love, he thinks, they both crave it too much to tire of hearing it when they feel so goddamn lucky to be loved by each other in the first place. Besides, if there's ever a time for it, it's now. Yoongi hisses between his teeth, lining himself up with Jungkook's entrance and pressing slowly inside him, his heart stuttering in his chest as the tight heat envelops him. "Fuck," he whines, leaning forward to rest his head against Jungkook's shoulder. "Oh. Fuck, feel so fucking good, Gguk."
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[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2019-12-25 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
The way Jungkook presses down against him draws a sharp hiss from Yoongi. That in itself is hard to resist, but when he hears those words in his ear, it's all he can do to hold back a moment longer. Restraining himself to small, shallow thrusts takes almost more will power than he has, when all he wants is to give Jungkook what he wants, to drive into Jungkook again and again, hard and deep and fast, until the younger boy is completely wrecked around his cock.

But if he does that right away, he's pretty sure he'll come too fast. Besides, he wants to enjoy this a little longer, propping himself up a bit to get a better look at Jungkook β€” who, admittedly, already looks pretty damn wrecked. Irises blown dark and sweat on his brow, he's desperately beautiful as Yoongi runs a hand along his hip. He hooks it beneath Jungkook's thigh, tugging him closer, shifting the angle. "Thought I was the one in charge," he says, a low, teasing growl. Fuck, he looks good like this, practically begging for more. Yoongi relents a little, fucking him deeper, as much for himself as for Jungkook's sake. "Want me to fuck you? Like this? Or do you want it harder?" He's pretty sure he could answer that himself, and, frankly, he's not sure he can keep up the tease for long anyway, aching to go faster. Still, he likes to hear it from Jungkook himself, likes the way he looks when he begs, needy and whining and gorgeous. Besides, he knows Jungkook gets off on this anyway, that he likes being controlled as much as Yoongi likes being in control. It's just another of the infinite ways they complement each other, a matching set with pieces made to fit, interlocked and whole only when united. Sure that Jungkook will keep his leg hooked around Yoongi on his own, he lets go, smoothing his hand along Jungkook's chest to tweak his nipple instead. "Faster?"
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[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2019-12-28 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
He can hardly look away. Jungkook is so utterly stunning like this, eyes bright and dark at once, skin rosy as he trembles beneath Yoongi. He sounds half-delirious with desire, and that in itself would be enjoyable, but what he says gets under Yoongi's skin, too. Even as Jungkook hastens to submit, Yoongi finds that only makes him want all the more to give him exactly what he's longing for. He's practically shaking himself, fucking Jungkook faster, driving in deeper, the air heavy with the sound of skin against skin and the way they both gasp for breath. He rests a hand at Jungkook's waist, grips him tight enough he thinks he might leave his fingerprints burned into his skin.

"Such a good boy," he groans. "Taking me so good. You feel β€” fuck, Gguk, like you were fucking made for me." It's not like he has anyone else to compare him to, not like Yoongi really wants to have any grounds for comparison, but, god, he can't imagine anyone else could feel like this. Nothing could be better than the way they fit together or all the beautiful little sounds Jungkook makes. Every mewl, every keening cry, sends sparks dancing across Yoongi's skin, a shiver down his spine. How anyone can sound so gorgeous, he doesn't know, but he loves it, loves angling his hips just so to pull another whine from Jungkook or dragging his nails along Jungkook's thigh for a gasp, until he's learned how to play him like the best instrument Yoongi's ever known.

But no matter how intensely Yoongi might play at times, he knows he won't get anywhere if he doesn't take care of his instruments, and nothing and no one could be as precious to him as Jungkook is. He lets go of Jungkook's waist, lifting his hand to smooth his knuckles over Jungkook's cheek where he can see the faint indentation that tells him what the younger is doing. "No biting," he pants, letting his hand trail down to rest against Jungkook's throat. He doesn't apply any pressure, doesn't dare try until he's done some kind of research to learn how to do it safely, but he hopes that the very suggestion he might choke Jungkook will be enough for now. "I like hearing you."
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[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2019-12-29 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes Yoongi doesn't quite understand why Jungkook trusts him so much. He doesn't know what he's ever done to prove he's worth trusting like this. Still, the fact remains that Jungkook does, and it's so good, so pure, so loving that Yoongi is overwhelmed by it. Jungkook doesn't just accept or like the hand at his throat; he presses into it, as eager for this as for anything else, and Yoongi vows β€” albeit very quickly and distractedly β€” to do all the research he can very soon, to make sure he can choke Jungkook properly later without hurting him.

For now, thumb stroking against Jungkook's throat, he ducks forward to press a kiss to his forehead. "Made for me," he says again. He's too far gone to clock why that seems to have struck a chord with Jungkook, but not enough to miss that it did, and, god, he means it. Nothing feels as good or as right as this, the way they're tangled together, as inseparable physically as they are in their souls. They fit together in a way he's pretty sure people rarely do, and, anyway, he doesn't care if fucking everyone finds this eventually; the fact remains that there's something impossibly special about what they have.

He's starting to tremble himself, breath falling in heavy pants and groans, knowing he's close, too, but he's not about to stop before they both come. He could reach down and stroke Jungkook, get him off that much faster, but he doesn't want to let go of his neck, and anyway, he's kind of curious if Jungkook will come largely untouched. "Come for me," he murmurs, hips crashing against Jungkook's. "So good, all mine, you're mine." He's said a thousand times that he belongs to Jungkook, heard the same in return, but he's not sure he's ever followed that through to its logical conclusion aloud β€” that Jungkook belongs to him. That he's his. Something about the very idea sparks something in him, strikes a nerve, adding to the increasing pressure running down his spine, tugging at his gut. They've both spent too long without someone to belong to or anyone who belongs to them. How lucky they are, he thinks, gazing down at Jungkook, to have each other. "So close, Gguk. Wanna feel you come for me."
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[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2019-12-30 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Having said it once, Yoongi doesn't know why he hasn't said it a thousand times. There's such a potency in that feeling of knowing Jungkook is his, that someone he loves loves him in turn that deeply, that the person he holds dearest is his. It's a bond nothing could ever unravel, he thinks, and the same way he feels a giddiness in pledging himself to Jungkook, there's a thrill that comes with claiming him in turn.

Just as intense is the burning within him as he watches Jungkook, enthralled and adoring, as the younger boy presses at Yoongi's hand. Jungkook has never asked him to prove himself, has only ever trusted him, and still, Yoongi thinks, he wants to spend a lifetime showing that he's worth that boundless trust. He wants to make sure he spends all his days showing Jungkook how utterly loved he is, and that he was right to be drawn to Yoongi, because Yoongi loves him more than anything or anyone, more than anyone else ever could. And it's not a slight on anyone else or against Jungkook; it's just that Yoongi knows that what he feels for Jungkook is special, all-encompassing. No one could ever hope to touch it because it has no limit. So he presses a little harder, the heel of his palm notched against Jungkook's throat, and even if the way his breath grows thin concerns Yoongi, he lets himself trust that Jungkook will push him away if it gets to be too much. And the way Jungkook blazes, flushed and desperate and so, so beautiful, makes him feel he's doing something right.

He's so close himself, perched right on the edge of orgasm, drawing in breaths as deep and steadying as he can, counterpoint to Jungkook's. Determined to see this through, he keeps fucking him hard, until Jungkook cries out, clenching down around Yoongi's cock as he comes, warmth painted against Yoongi's stomach. It's fascinating and stunning and Yoongi only half-sees because all it really takes is for those tight depths to get tighter still for him to come, too, a desperate groan in his throat. He lets go of Jungkook's neck and plants his hand by his head instead, hips still rocking almost convulsively as he rests their foreheads together, gasping for air. His climax shudders through him, everything electricity and sudden sparking pleasure, vision gone white as he slows and finally stills.
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[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2020-01-01 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I love you," Yoongi whispers back, punctuating his words with another soft kiss before he adds, "More than anything." He doesn't really want to move either, but he also doesn't want to put all of his weight on Jungkook, and propping himself back up isn't an option, so he eases out of and off of him anyway. There's no reason they can't just stay here, curled up in each other's arms, but first, he has to release Jungkook's arms. Reaching for his hands, he presses a kiss to each palm in turn before carefully undoing the knots that hold the ribbon in place. His fingers are slippery, his arms tired, but he's not just going to leave Jungkook bound, if only because he wants to be held.

And, admittedly, because resting on his side like this, legs still tangled with Jungkook's, gives him the opportunity just to look at him, lets him take in the sweet sight of Jungkook, somehow at once breathless and composed. Peaceful, Yoongi thinks, and it makes his heart ache with happiness to see him this way. God knows they fucking deserve some peace. "Are you okay?" he murmurs as he works at the ribbons. "Your... Did I press too hard?" He nods to Jungkook, indicating his throat with a flick of his gaze. Tossing the ribbon aside, he tugs Jungkook close, pulling him into his arms. Even if he's fairly certain that Jungkook enjoyed them, Yoongi takes this part of sex seriously, checking in before, during, and after. As long as they're both enjoying themselves, he's open to a lot of things, but no thrill is worth risking Jungkook's comfort or safety. Even as he waits for an answer, though, he can't stop touching him, lifting his hand to stroke Jungkook's hair.
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[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2020-01-02 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
Yoongi likes this part just as much as the sex, he's found, albeit in a different way. It's just nice to get to relax in Jungkook's arms, sated and loose-limbed and happy, looking at the boy he loves so much. Jungkook presses little kisses to his forehead, to his cheek, and Yoongi watches him, smiling fondly and so, so happy. Before they started dating, he knows, he wasn't nearly as content a person. He wondered too much what others really felt about him, about his place in things. He still does sometimes. With Jungkook, though, there's no doubting, no moment where he has to question this. Jungkook loves him. It feels good to be so sure of that.

"Yeah?" he asks, almost a hum, hand skimming along Jungkook's shoulder and down to his waist. It wasn't something he'd really planned on doing until he was doing it, but watching Jungkook describe it, he's glad he tried. There's still research to be done and practice, too, to be sure he's being as careful as possible, but it's reassuring to have tried and gotten it right β€” and looking as Jungkook, he has no doubt he really did. "It was pretty hot. There's just... something about how much you trust me. And how much you liked it." Next time, he thinks, he won't have to think so much about what he's doing and he'll enjoy it all the more for that. For now, just seeing how much Jungkook got off on it was hot enough in its own right. Yoongi won't forget the way Jungkook pressed at his hand, encouraging him to hold his throat all the tighter.
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[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2020-01-03 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
It feels like something Jungkook needs to work out for himself aloud, but that doesn't stop Yoongi from having something to say about it. He leans in, meeting Jungkook's kiss first, hand wandering along his back. Pressed close together like this, he's at once all too aware of the state they're in and too comfortable to do anything about it. There's a lot to unpack about what Jungkook says, and Yoongi wonders briefly if he'd enjoy it himself; when Jungkook describes it, it mostly sounds nice, almost peaceful. But he knows himself well enough to be reasonably certain he'd just start panicking instead of being able to relax into it, and that would spoil the whole thing. Better to leave it to Jungkook, better to learn how to do it right to give him that experience.

"As long as you're careful," he says. "If it's too much, you have to stop me." More than that, he needs to learn how to recognize it for himself. It occurs to him belatedly that he wouldn't know what going too far looks like, and, if he'd crossed that point, Jungkook might not have been able to tell him. He reminds himself that he didn't, that it's fine. He has to put the same faith in Jungkook that the younger places in him. "And it's not β€” there's nothing messed up about it, okay?" Plenty of people get off on things just as dangerous, if not more so, even if that isn't the aspect Jungkook seems to be into. Jungkook's hardly the only person in the world who likes to be choked, and Yoongi will be damned if he lets Jungkook think less of himself for something that is, at worst, simply uncommon. "Just because not everyone likes it doesn't mean there's anything wrong with it. As long as we're safe and we're enjoying it, I don't see a problem."

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