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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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No matter how straight Jungkook tries to keep his expression, his cheeks give him away immediately, flooding over with heat. It's a nice thought, imagining the two of them getting married right now. Even this trip has a certain elopement-like quality to it, just the two of them, away even from the brothers they love most at home. Jungkook worries briefly at his lower lip before he reaches out for Yoongi's hand, thumbing the ring on Yoongi's pinky finger. It's certainly not the first time they've talked about marriage, so it's almost embarrassing how much more Jungkook's mind runs away with the idea now.

"You're already gonna be with me," Jungkook points out, finally giving in to temptation and sliding Yoongi's ring off of his pinky finger, then nudging it halfway up his ring finger. It's not perfect, but the image still takes a bit of his breath away. "The other hyungs already got mad that I stole you away for your birthday, though. If we got hitched, they'd disown us or something."

He glances up at Yoongi, a crooked grin on his lips. "In my heart, I'm already yours anyway. Doesn't matter whether or not it's official with the government."

The room swims a little, hazy, as Jungkook moves his ring. It's not even the real thing, not even a ring big enough to fit on his finger all the way, not quite there, and yet — his breath hitches and he's not sure he even realized just how much he really does want that. And Yoongi knows, because he spends a lot of time in his own head, that it's probably all tangled up in his own parents' marriage. The way that, no matter how things ended, there were times when they seemed so happy, they'd almost shine. It wasn't a perfect marriage, but it had its moments, and that's what Yoongi's found himself clinging to over the years, like proof that true love and happiness are possible. But mostly it's to do with this, the way Jungkook looks at him, the way Yoongi's heart flutters when he does.

So he leans close and kisses him, hand lifting to Jungkook's cheek, slow and tender and deep. "In my heart," he echoes, agreeing. How any of it will fall into place as they get older, he doesn't know. He doesn't think he expects the government to catch up with them any time soon, and their parents are something altogether more difficult to get around, but all of that matters less when Jungkook says things like that. In their hearts, they're as good as married, and not much else matters. "But we're still gonna do it for real someday."

"Yeah we are," Jungkook agrees, letting out a pleased little exhale before he tilts his head up yet again, seeing out a kiss, tasting each become sweeter than the last. Hearing that confirmation from Yoongi puts Jungkook's heart at ease, somehow. The hows and whens of getting married feel less important than knowing that Yoongi's just as eager to tie the knot as Jungkook is. "The real question is, who's gonna be the officiant? Namjoon hyung's probably the smartest... but he might turn the speech into some hour-long thing. Seokjin hyung wouldn't be able to stop telling jokes. And Tae's gotta be my best man."

Jungkook can't help but chuckle at the thought, suddenly shy again as he turns towards Yoongi and hides his face against the side of Yoongi's neck. There's something intoxicating about suddenly feeling free to express all of his hopes and dreams in a way that he never had the chance to at home. Back in Seoul, each day passes with an undercurrent of stress, Jungkook constantly trying to figure out a way to meet his parent's expectations without making himself miserable in the process. Out here, what they want for him doesn't seem to matter. Out here, no one will judge him for thinking more about a wedding ceremony than about his exams.

"Won't be too long, right? We'll probably be married in like... three years. Once I'm twenty and everything."

Three years seems like a long time to wait, but Yoongi nods anyway. Jungkook will need to turn twenty before they can really carry through and, anyway, they'll want to get settled in university and be able to find somewhere to live. They'll probably need jobs, too, on top of school, because, even here, in this quiet, contented space, he can't hide from the certainty that his father will disown him once he's out.

But that's something for future Yoongi to worry about. Now Yoongi has Jungkook's lips brushing whisper-soft against his skin as he talks, his body warm and sweet against Yoongi's, weaving dreams out of thin air. It feels good to hear Jungkook talk like this. He's never been what Yoongi would call closed off, but it's as if something has come unlatched in him now, left him swinging wide open.

"Well, we'll either have to set a time-limit for Namjoon," he muses, "or tell Seokjin that if he tells more than three terrible jokes, we're kicking him out mid-ceremony. We'll let Hoseok take over."

"Maybe they'll all want to say something anyway," Jungkook laughs, conjuring up the mental image of each of the other five taking turns stepping into the center. He can't imagine that they'll have that many people at the wedding anyway, so maybe there isn't a point in having an officiant — maybe it's enough to have each one of the boys say their piece. Maybe it's fine if some of them want to go on a little longer; with Taehyung's level of patience, Jungkook imagines none of them would be allowed to drag things out beyond a few minutes each. "It'll be a round robin sort of deal. They'll each give their blessing and we'll make out in the middle of the circle."

With a contented sigh, Jungkook rolls onto his back again, eyes heavily lidded as he lets himself slowly take in Yoongi's features, from the soft smile on his lips to the tousled strands of his hair.

"Things are so perfect right now," Jungkook murmurs. "I never thought... that my life was that bad. I guess I was sad after my dad passed away, but — you know, I figured I was lucky because my mom remarried and it was easier to afford things again. School's kinda boring, but it's not terrible, 'specially after I found all of you. But now it's like... I dunno. Things are so much better. I'm just happy."

Yoongi laughs, and he is soft, soft, soft, fond from his eyes to his toes, thinking of Jungkook holding his hands and kissing him the way he does, surrounded by their friends, who'll laugh at them and throw sand maybe and jeer, but all of it with so much love.

Jungkook says he didn't think his life was bad, though Yoongi disagrees, would still save him from it if he could. Yoongi knows his own isn't what it should be, that he's grieved too big a loss for his age, for any age, and that his father is no help to him. But they have their friends, this perfect little family, and they have each other, and some days — most days, when he's feeling alright, which is a lot lately — that feels like enough to call himself lucky anyway.

He leans on his side, gazing down at Jungkook, head propped on one hand as the other traces a line slowly down Jungkook's chest. They should shower, but this moment is too peaceful to disrupt. "That's all I want," he says. "To make you happy. That I get to be any part of that..." He hates ever to mention the way his brain so often betrays them, let alone at a moment like this, but he can't just pretend it away either, shrugging. "Even with the others around, I don't think I've been happy like this in years. Maybe ever."

"We're so sappy," Jungkook laughs, groaning as he lifts a hand to block his eyes. Maybe they feel a little bit warmer, wetter than they usually do, but if that's the case, he's certainly not going to admit as such to Yoongi. He finds it interesting, how the way his heart aches during happiness and sadness are so similar, like there's never quite enough to fill the space of his heart. "Ugh, it's super gross. No wonder the others don't want to be around us when we're like this."

Jungkook pulls in a small breath as Yoongi traces his fingers down the line of Jungkook's chest. Wonders, briefly, if Yoongi can sense how Jungkook's feeling now, vulnerable and fragile and unbreakable all at once. Maybe it's a good thing they retreated when they did. Jungkook could spend days in this room alone, he thinks, without tiring of it.

"Same here, though. I've never been this happy," Jungkook murmurs, expression softening as he traces Yoongi's features with his fingertips, brushing invisible lines, marveling at how the curves and sharp edges meld so well. "You're really beautiful, you know that?"

Yoongi's laugh stills in his throat at the way Jungkook touches him, and he's torn between the instinct to close his eyes and wanting to keep them open to take in the way Jungkook looks at him. Lucky, lucky, lucky, how did two such unlucky kids get to be so fucking blessed? Like some bizarre fated way of tipping the scales back into balance and then some, down, down, down into fortune so good, no one else before knew the meaning of it. And he doesn't know, really, which side he'd be on, if he were outside of this, caught between bearing witness to something this profoundly beautiful and wanting to shield his eyes, whether because of its sanctity or its sappiness. Both. All of it.

"We're disgusting," he agrees, quietly wry, nuzzling into Jungkook's touch. "And yeah. I mean, not to be an asshole, just..." He huffs, cheeks coloring in the soft light, fingertips tracing idly back along Jungkook's skin as he speaks half into Jungkook's palm. "When you look at me... the way you look at me... like you've never seen anything so beautiful." He trusts Jungkook too much not to think there's some truth to what he sees in his expression, that pure, unguarded adoration. Even if Jungkook is (and he is) enormously biased, Yoongi must be a work of fucking art to deserve the kind of gaze leveled at him now. Like, he knows he's relatively attractive, but there's a difference between being reasonably hot and being someone who gets looked at like that.

Slowly, Jungkook's smile widens as he notices the faint dusting of rose on Yoongi's cheeks, followed by the way he ducks against Jungkook's palm, almost as though afraid to meet his gaze. No one else gets to see Yoongi like this, Jungkook thinks, when he's so soft and vulnerable. No one else gets to see Yoongi like this, unabashedly in love and succumbing to all the emotion that comes with it. Jungkook turns his hand just so, letting his thumb run over the curve of Yoongi's lips, shivering at the vibration of his voice against skin.

If it wouldn't be so disruptive to the mood, he'd reach for his phone, snap a picture. But no photograph can quite capture this.

"That's because I haven't," Jungkook agrees, pushing himself up onto his elbows and pressing a kiss to the corner of Yoongi's jaw, then on the mole by his cheek, the other on his nose. "I've never been as sure of anything in my life — that you're the most beautiful thing in the world. And that I'll never stop loving you."

If Yoongi were the kind to cry much, he'd cry now, probably, overcome by the sheer loveliness of being so loved. As it is, he closes his eyes and lets it sweep over him, waves of warmth and gratitude — toward whom, he doesn't know. Toward Jungkook, for loving him, mostly. Toward whatever brought them ineffably together. He drapes his arm across Jungkook's waist and tilts his head in search of Jungkook's lips, rolling halfway onto him as they kiss.

Some other time, he might actually ask how and why, but right now, it doesn't matter, all those edges and fears worn down by a day of basking in the feeling of being adored. Instead, he just kisses him, sweet and deep as if that in itself could be enough to convey all the things he feels.

"Never," he says, half-agreement, half-plea. "Not allowed to stop. I'll never love anyone but you."

"As if I had a choice," Jungkook laughs, sharing breath before he leans back in to deepen the kiss once more, lips slotting so easily with Yoongi's own. There's a hint of spice by the corner of his mouth, remnants perhaps of their earlier trek through the food stalls, and Jungkook knows that they'll have to eventually head back out into the real world to get some dinner, but right now, nothing feels half as important as this — being tangled up in Yoongi's arms, subconsciously breathing in time with each other. "I couldn't stop loving you if I tried. Even if you didn't look like this, you — you're just as beautiful inside too, you know? All the times we've played piano together... the way you touched me, the way your voice sounded. S'like you were seducing me the whole time."

Jungkook snickers, knowing that the truth is anything but; he was the first to fall, and Yoongi fell in line somewhere along the way. Still, he's convinced that there isn't any part of Yoongi that Jungkook doesn't like, even the rougher edges.

"You're allowed to love other people though," Jungkook says, slightly hesitant and thoughtful. "Not that I think you'd want to, not that I want to, but like. You know. If you fall in love with anyone else, mm, like Jimin with Tae and Hoseok hyung..."

It takes a lot of work to convince Yoongi of his internal beauty — much more than his external, most days — but at times like this, it's easier to feel it's true that there's something in him worth loving. Jungkook wouldn't if there weren't. No matter how soft his heart, he couldn't just invent someone to love and then ignore everything real about Yoongi; some part of those things he loves must be there.

Even if he wanted to protest, any thought of it falls by the wayside with Jungkook's next words. Yoongi's mouth opens for him to speak, but his words tumble over themselves so quickly that, at first, nothing comes out. He just shakes his head. "No," he says, "no." It's not like it bothers him that the others chose that for themselves — the arrangement, anyway, not the emotions. If they're happy, he really doesn't give a fuck what that takes, as long as they're all on the same page. But for himself, it's so hard to imagine. He has a lot of love to give, if he's honest with himself, his heart bigger, softer, than he'd like, too easily bruised. But nothing else has felt like this, and he finds he hopes nothing else ever does. He doesn't want another love. He wants this, forever. "I don't think I could. I don't — the way I feel about you — I don't think I could."

Part of Jungkook immediately knows that it's the truth. That there's no part of Yoongi that has the faintest desire to look elsewhere for love, that there's no part of Yoongi that can even conceive of love being more than what he and Jungkook already share. It's the same part of Jungkook that knows that Yoongi is the only one for him as well — that, even if Yoongi were to suddenly decide he was no longer in love, Jungkook would never be able to match what they've had together already.

Still, there's a part of Jungkook that needs Yoongi to know, nonetheless. "I'm just saying. Hypothetically," Jungkook murmurs, grinning up at Yoongi and brushing his thumb against the curve of Yoongi's lips, soft and reassuring. "Like if I secretly have a long-lost twin who looks exactly like me and has all of the same interests and stuff, y'know, you could hit that. Or if anything happened to me."

Jungkook licks his lips briefly; maybe it's the loss of their parents that has his mind wandering as much as the other boys. Yoongi's father lost his mother, and for years, he hasn't looked elsewhere for love. Jungkook's mother did. And as much as Jungkook thinks his stepfather falls short of his late father, he's also convinced that it's better she has someone than no one at all.

"Which it won't, because I'm as healthy as a horse," he adds, trying to lighten the moment.

Even so, Yoongi's heart squeezes tight in his chest with fear at the very thought of it. He's lost too much already. And he knows, some people lose more. Some people, the world takes so much, like Hoseok, without any parents at all, abandoned, alone except for them. He only lost one person, but when she left, part of him did, too. He's never going to be the same without his mother. He can only imagine for a fractured instant how lost, how broken, he'd be if anything happened to Jungkook. He's not sure he could survive another loss like that.

He hates that, hates how fragile he's become since she died. Even if he's decent at hiding it, he breaks more easily than he used to, cries more readily, pulls away too fast, afraid of everything.

Except Jungkook, Jungkook can see it. He knows and he stays.

"It better not," he whispers, gaze lowering briefly, lashes fluttering as he tries to steady himself against the very idea of it. "I need you too much. I don't ever want to be without you. Not ever again."

"You couldn't get rid of me even if you tried," Jungkook insists with a wrinkle of his nose. "I'm younger than you, and I've got longer legs, so I'll catch up to you no matter where you go." It's a teasing thought more than anything else. Jungkook knows that there isn't a single part of Yoongi that has any true desire to run — not when life is so much brighter when the two of them are together. Jungkook knows that it isn't even a matter of Yoongi trying to live up to expectations — it's so easy now to see all the times before they kissed when both of them were constantly looking for excuses to be together, a simple shopping trip turned into an entire day spent side by side.

It'd take a lot to shake their love, Jungkook thinks, and how instinctive it is.

He narrows his eyes, carrying on with an exaggerated flair. "I'll come running to university campus after school each day. Give any hot guys or girls the stink eye if they get too close to you. And if they invite you out to bars, I'll — I dunno, get a fake ID or something. I could totally pass for twenty, right?" He sucks in his cheeks just a little, trying to give him a more defined edge.

Yoongi laughs, the creeping edge of melancholy ebbing away again. Jungkook is good for him, he thinks, a balm for his worries, soothing to his heart. He's better off with him, happier than he used to be. Kinder, he thinks, to himself than he once was. He leans close, pressing a kiss to Jungkook's hollowed cheek. "Definitely," he teases. "Very mature." He doubts Jungkook could pass for anything above seventeen, but the idea of it is cute, Jungkook trying to sneak into places he's not allowed just to keep an eye on him. Jealousy is oddly flattering, when it's mostly in jest.

"Please," he adds, wry, brushing a kiss against Jungkook's lips. "Like I have eyes for anyone but you." No matter how hot someone else might be, acknowledging it isn't enough to distract him from what they have. Why would he trade away the surest thing he's ever felt? Fingers brushing through Jungkook's hair, he shifts closer, lifting his chin to press a kiss to Jungkook's forehead. Yeah, other people might be objectively hotter, but it doesn't take a genius to see that Jungkook is only going to get more and more beautiful as he grows older, or that he's ridiculously lovely now. "Doesn't matter how hot these people are."

Jungkook levels Yoongi with a pointed gaze, eyes narrowed as he tries to decide whether or not Yoongi's making fun of him. Ultimately, though, it doesn't matter — Jungkook is self-aware enough to know that he still looks young, and doesn't even have the benefit of a low voice like Taehyung does. He's also not a good enough actor to pull off such a stunt; apologies would be spilling out of him as soon as a bouncer looked at him. But even beyond that, the fact remains that Jungkook doesn't have to worry about Yoongi straying in the first place.

Even if Yoongi found someone else, Jungkook knows that Yoongi would be honest about it. They've shared too much as friends before ever dating to not offer one another that level of respect.

So he sighs instead, melting into Yoongi's touch and nipping at Yoongi's lips whenever he draws near. "I got real lucky," he murmurs. "How many people get to kiss their first real crush, let alone fall in love? And fuck?" He pauses, tilting his head. "...probably should've switched the order of the last two."

Maybe he should have, but the small realization is enough to make Yoongi laugh again, chasing another kiss with laughter still on his lips. "I don't know," he teases, "the fucking's a pretty big deal." And it's not like it's only a joke. It didn't take much time for him to know he wanted to have sex with Jungkook, well before he should have let himself think about it, before it felt anything less than shameful. But actually sleeping with him was something else entirely — not just desire, but something built on love and trust, a forging of their souls into one.

He runs his hand down Jungkook's side to the small of his back, tugging him closer, hip to hip. "I mean," he says, a little slower, more serious, if still light, "it's not like it's just sex. When we're together like that..." He brushes his nose against Jungkook's cheek, presses a soft kiss to his lips. "I don't know. It's special. Right." It's just a way to express how deeply in love they've fallen, a way to make each other feel good. Love expresses itself physically in so many ways, from the way his heart races when he sees Jungkook to the way he can't get enough of how he smells. Sex is part of that. "Like I'm a part of you. Gets so I can't tell us apart."

The trace of a hand down his side and around to the small of his back draws a shiver out of Jungkook, leaning in and finding Yoongi's lips again, drawn to him by an invisible force. Sometimes, Jungkook feels like he must be the moon that orbits Yoongi, with how easily Yoongi becomes the center of his world — how all other awareness fades when Yoongi is near. But there's something to the way that Yoongi describes their intimacy as well, how it makes it impossible for them to distinguish one another. How they can no longer tell each other apart.

His cheeks color, and in spite of himself, Jungkook finds his eyes warming at the corners, tears not quite threatening, but — close.

"It's not just sex," he agrees, biting on his lip as he bumps his nose against Yoongi's. "Like, even if we weren't so good at getting each other off, just being next to you... feeling you against me, it's. I dunno. It means a lot to me. I like feeling when you breathe, your voice in my ears. S'like my whole world is you, when we're having sex. Literally."

It's not the first time Jungkook's said something to that effect, this idea that his world revolves around Yoongi. It's vaguely alarming, if only because Yoongi isn't sure he deserves that level of adoration. Mostly, though, it's flattering. Sweet. Whether he deserves it or not, he likes it. Maybe that makes him a little egotistical but he doesn't really care. Besides, it's not like the feeling isn't mutual.

"Sleep better when I can feel you breathe," he says softly. "Your chest against my back." It's like the slow, steady rhythm of his breath helps to keep Yoongi's heart and racing thoughts in check. "And when we're together — when I'm inside you —" He lifts a hand to Jungkook's hair, traces his fingertips lower until he can cup his cheek. "It's just... right. Feels like home, being with you." More, by far, than his house has felt in years. As long as he's with Jungkook, he knows he's where he's supposed to be. Other things should matter, he knows that, but not much really does. He brushes his thumb along Jungkook's cheekbone, heart aching fondly at how bright the younger boy's eyes have become, at the soft flush on his cheeks.

"Yeah," Jungkook agrees, closing his eyes at the thought of how it feels to sleep with Yoongi's arms wrapped around him, warm and safe. "I like feeling the rhythm of your breathing, too. And just the sound of it, it's like — it quiets all the other noise in my head. Stops me from thinking so much that I can't get to sleep." As much as the other boys make fun of Jungkook for often being the most difficult to wake, part of the issue, Jungkook suspects, is that it's always hard for him to stop jumping from thought to thought.

But with Yoongi's arms around him, Jungkook can finally relax. Lay down his burdens and simply breathe.

"And then when we're intimate, yeah, it's. Like everything's fitting back in place," Jungkook smiles, humming to himself. "I guess things literally are fitting back to place, in a way. S'probably why I enjoy it when you're the one inside me. Even if I'm curious to flip things around someday." Cracking one eye open, Jungkook lets his hand skate down to Yoongi's ass, ghosting a touch over skin.

It hurts a little, if Yoongi's honest with himself, to know that Jungkook has the same problem he does. On nights when they're apart, or back before they were together at all, he could barely sleep for thinking, too much running through his head. It leaves him cracked open, emptied out, his heart aching, stomach twisted, until he can hardly breathe. The thoughts sweep over him so fast, he can't stop them, drowning under their dark weight. All that pain and loss and regret, all that fear that the future only holds more of the same, that he's as worthless as his father seems to think, it's like the only thing that can contain it is the gentle weight of Jungkook's arms around him. And as much as he likes knowing he can provide the same comfort for Jungkook, he hates knowing it's needed. There isn't anything Yoongi wouldn't do to protect Jungkook, even from his own mind.

He kisses Jungkook's cheek, hips shifting instinctively closer at the soft brush of Jungkook's hand. "Yeah," he breathes. He likes being on top; he doesn't know how anyone could ever get enough of fucking Jungkook, though, then again, no one else ever will. (They're young, people break up, he gets that. Not them.) But the idea of Jungkook hovering over him, pressing inside of him, filling him up — it gets under his skin, cock twitching with faint interest between them. "Eventually. Really want that."

Even if they're only discussing the thought for now, something about Yoongi's interest still makes Jungkook preen with pride. There are very few times when Jungkook's relished being in control. Even on the occasions when he feels like he longs for change, when he wishes he could sway the story in one direction or another, Jungkook finds that he lacks the confidence for the follow-through. If anything, the fact that life has jerked him in one direction or the other at its whim has made Jungkook less sure of being able to find his own way. In the relentless current of the river, he lets himself go limp to spare himself the shock of being thrown in all directions.

But with Yoongi, Jungkook finds himself wanting to try. Wanting to be that steady presence for Yoongi in the same way that he's been so for Jungkook. Maybe fucking should be the least of his concerns in that regard, but somehow it matters in ways that Jungkook can't express. There's nowhere in the world where he's quite as vulnerable than when he lies with Yoongi like this, baring his heart, sharing his soul. In that regard, being able to explore intimacy from the other side feels important.

"Good," he whispers, slipping a finger between Yoongi's cheeks, watching intently as he brushes against the rim. He's not ready for that step yet, but it doesn't hurt to imagine it. "'Cause I wanna feel what it's like to be in you. Bury myself so deep."

It's only the slightest touch, but Yoongi lets out a soft, shaking breath, eyes going dark and liquid as he resists the urge to press back against Jungkook's finger. It's impossible not to wonder, not to want to know how it feels — both out of desire and from the longing to share everything, to know how it feels for Jungkook, too. He leans forward instead, steadying a hand against Jungkook's chest as he seeks out a kiss. "Soon," he promises. It seems like a fitting reward for a job well done and, anyway, anticipation, he's found, only makes things sweeter. When the time is right, he knows he'll yield to Jungkook entirely, in a way he hasn't done even now. It's too easy, with how things are for them, to want to be the strong one, to control and, in so doing, to shield. It gives him a sense of purpose he finds difficult to maintain outside of their relationship.

But being with Jungkook is a learning process, not just about the nature of dating someone, but about himself, and he's finding there's strength in vulnerability too. Jungkook's shown him that, with all his sweet trust, his willingness to depend on Yoongi when Yoongi had long since stopped seeing himself as dependable. It makes him want to be that person, the best version of himself.

And in the meanwhile, if he can't stop imagining what Jungkook's going to do to him eventually, well, he can hardly be faulted.

"I want that," he mumbles against Jungkook's lips, hand sliding to his shoulder as he gives in, pressing into Jungkook's touch. "Want you to fill me completely."

There will be time later to fret about whether or not Jungkook can live up to expectations, whether or not he can handle having so much control. For now, Jungkook's gaze fixates on the subtle shifts in Yoongi's expression, the flush on his cheeks so prettily pink against the ivory tone of his skin, eyes blown dark, lips parted. He wants to sear that image into his mind, reluctant to let go of it even for the kiss that Yoongi offers, lips slotting together, the touch honeyed and sweet. Soon, the promise echoes in Jungkook's mind, and he sighs, energy thrumming through his veins with nothing against which to find purpose, until Jungkook drops his other hand to Yoongi's hip and lets his fingers squeeze tight.

"Gonna make you feel so good," Jungkook promises, his voice suddenly soft and tender, following Yoongi's example. Yoongi's always protected Jungkook in moments such as these, shielded Jungkook, all the vulnerable parts of him carefully tucked under Yoongi's shadow. Jungkook will simply have to offer the same in turn, when the time comes. A safe haven from all the noise that surrounds them. "Fill you up." He slides his finger along the rim, feather-light, then traces up to the base of Yoongi's spine. "So deep that we'll forget what's you and what's me. We'll feel everything together."

Jungkook smiles, nips at the soft curve of Yoongi's lip. Even if sex didn't feel half as good as it did, Jungkook thinks he'd want that intimacy regardless, the romance in feeling their bodies shift together, working to move in tandem. A duet all their own. "And until then, you'll just have to fuck me enough that I remember to study whenever I'm sitting in class." He snickers, wiggling his butt for emphasis.

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