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jeon jΟ…ngΔΈooΔΈ ([personal profile] 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?"
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[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2020-02-13 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
A whine slips out of Yoongi before he can stop it, faintly disappointed there won't be more, though he knows it's probably better they stop there. Any further and they might get too caught up in the moment. He could be ready for that, he thinks, wants it desperately, but he's supposed to be holding back as a reward and there's no sense offering that up without following through. Maybe it's silly, offering up sex for good grades, but if it works, who cares? Besides, the anticipation, the wait, is part of the fun. The foreplay is part of what makes sex itself so good. Still, he can't help it if hearing Jungkook's words sends a heady thrill through him, at once aroused and endeared. The thought is achingly romantic, knowing how connected they'll be, how much he trusts Jungkook.

He gnashes his teeth at Jungkook's shoulder, barely grazing, a mock punishment, and swats at his wiggling ass. "That I can do," he says, a low growl of a promise. As long as Jungkook wants to be fucked, Yoongi can't imagine denying him. Even on days when he's worn out from school, there's pleasure in curling up together, lazily touching until they're both trembling and keening. He always finds a way to make Jungkook feel good, always will. Hand smoothing up Jungkook's back, he lifts his head again, drawing Jungkook's lower lip between his teeth. "Gonna make me wanna again right now," he admits with a small laugh, as if that isn't slowly making itself evident. He can't help it. Jungkook touching him like that, teasing him like that, wound him up a little, and he wants to do something with it. It's ridiculous when they just fucked, and they should really shower and head out to find food, but he's young and in love and really fucking horny about it. Besides, Jungkook's already all stretched out. It wouldn't take much to prep him again, to slip inside him and just be there, held safe inside of him...

But he's probably still sensitive from earlier, too, and Yoongi knows he shouldn't push it. The last thing he wants is to make Jungkook uncomfortable just for the sake of pleasing him. As tempted as he is, as easy as it would be to roll them both over now and pin Jungkook down, he'll follow Jungkook's lead. Nuzzling against Jungkook's cheek, his hand strokes lower again, playing the dip of his spine like keys, lips seeking out Jungkook's. "Don't know how that's gonna help you focus on class, though."
likedriedflowerpetals: (positive) sort of? smug (bultaoreune)

[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2020-02-17 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
Whenever Jungkook touches him like that, gentle fingers brushing against his skin and hair, he can't help angling his head into it, seeking more of that tender touch. He can, he supposes, see how Seokjin might compare him to a cat, though he'll never give the older boy the satisfaction of admitting it. It's just... comforting, somehow, the amount of love that he can feel in such tiny gestures. Jungkook loves him so much. He's not sure he's felt so safe since he was a child and all the world seemed safe and possible. Jungkook brings that to life again.

"Mm-hmm," he hums, and huffs out a soft laugh. "You sure it wouldn't just remind you of sex?" Though he can't deny that, since they started dating, Jungkook has done somewhat better in his studies. Whether that's the sex or just because Yoongi spends more time studying with him, he doesn't know, but he doesn't think it really matters. As long as Jungkook is working at it, that's all he needs. He remembers a time when Jungkook said he thought about following Yoongi to school. And it's not that Yoongi expects that β€” he wants Jungkook to have options of his own β€” but he'd be lying if he said he didn't still think about that, didn't dream of them sharing some little apartment just off campus together. He's not about to rein in his possibilities to make it happen, when he needs a good education if he's going to make anything of himself, but he wants Jungkook to be able to follow.

Hand trailing down Jungkook's side, he slaps his ass playfully, tipping his head forward to nuzzle against Jungkook's cheek. "Or is it that I can't think of anything else right now? We should get cleaned up." Reluctant though he is to pull away, they're both a mess, and if he lingers too much longer here, he's not going to be able to shake the temptation to go another round. Granted, it's not like a shower is going to put them much further apart, but at least they'd be able to get dressed and find dinner.
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[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2020-02-20 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Yoongi can't even begin to stifle his laughter. He can't help it. Jungkook is fucking adorable, cheeks and ears bright red with embarrassment, like Yoongi wasn't just talking about fucking him a second time, like the notion he thinks about sex as much as Yoongi does is anywhere even close to a revelation. It's sweet, both the odd sense of innocence that clings to Jungkook even now, and the reminder that Jungkook thinks of him all the time. Besides, he's cute when he pouts.

Once his laughter subsides, though, he closes the small gap between them, arms slipping around Jungkook's waist as he steps behind him and ducks his head to press a kiss to Jungkook's shoulder. He glances up, smiles at their reflection, his eyes finding Jungkook's. "I daydream about you constantly, too," he says softly. "And I like that I'm all over your notebooks. That you think about me. It's... romantic." He huffs out a small laugh, almost shy. It's sweet. Jungkook is sweet. Yoongi wouldn't say he's been entirely deprived of that, exactly; as rowdy a bunch as they might be, they care intensely about each other, and all six of his friends have their ways of showing how much that's true, each surprisingly sweet in his way. Still, to have it aimed at him so specifically, so intently, is... flattering. Satisfying. Comforting. Nose brushing against Jungkook's neck, he glances back to the mirror, smile widening a little. They look fucking good together, he thinks. He looks good. Happy. He nips at Jungkook's ear, hugging him a little tighter. "So make the fucking grades."
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[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2020-02-21 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Even on his best days, when Yoongi looks in the mirror and knows with absolute confidence that he is, in all honesty, pretty fucking hot, he doesn't think he's perfect. Everyone has flaws. He tries not to think about his physical imperfections, not when so many of his personal ones haunt him, but they exist. But when Jungkook says it, so soft and earnest, he kind of believes it. Whatever flaws he might have don't stop him from being perfect to the one person whose opinion most matters. Isn't that perfection enough?

"Should I stop sending those then?" he teases, stepping into the shower. He eyes the showerhead warily for a moment, then reaches up to try and twist it away from them before he turns the water on. If it comes out too cold or too hot, he doesn't want to get hit by the stream head-on. Once it's running, he turns his head to kiss Jungkook's cheek. "Still romantic. Just because it's not the way people usually do things... You loved me. I wish I'd known you were memorizing my hands while I was banging out shitty improvisations to express how it was eating me up inside. Might've actually said something." He glances away, still shy even now, as he holds his hand out under the water, testing the temperature, adjusting the faucet to try and warm it up. It all feels so stupid now. Jungkook didn't have much of a choice, falling first, but if Yoongi had known, if he'd just reached out the moment he realized how he felt instead of trying to convince himself it wasn't true or it was somehow corrupting their friendship, if he'd had any idea how much their friendship would only flourish and grow in the light of love... He huffs, rolling his eyes, lip quirking in a lopsided smile. "Maybe not, but I might've."
likedriedflowerpetals: (neg, neutral) moody but pastel about it (I wish love were perfect as love itself)

[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2020-02-22 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
Something in Yoongi's expression wavers, unsteady, a lump rising in his throat. He wants to protest that he's not that cool and Jungkook isn't that clumsy, but that's the least of it. They are different. The same, he thinks, in all the ways that truly count, but different in ways that mean they just complement each other perfectly. Even today, when he's already so happy, a few words from Jungkook are enough to make him feel like the sun's peeking out from behind the clouds, like everything will be okay. Like this happiness will last.

Jungkook thinks he's not as romantic. Jungkook thinks he's no good with words. He doesn't have to be, Yoongi thinks. All he has to do is be honest. Eloquence doesn't mean anything, not the way this does, his heart almost painfully full. He knows so well how powerful music is, the way it can transform everything, say everything, but to know his music can do that, to know he could do that for Jungkook...

He wishes he had a piano now, because he knows he doesn't have the words. Sometimes he wonders how he got so fucking lucky. Times like this, he knows it's because there's no one in the world who makes him make sense the way they do together.

"I guess I better keep playing then," he murmurs, swallowing hard. He can't imagine not playing anyway, not when there have been times he felt like the music was the only thing keeping him alive, but if it's one more thing he can do to make sure Jungkook knows he's never really alone, he'll keep going forever. And to think that Jungkook fell in love so early, loved him so long, through all of his moods, the fights and the flaws, the recklessness and restlessness β€” that all the time he felt so lost, someone so special was loving him so much β€” it's almost more than he knows how to bear. He didn't realize it, but it strikes him now; all that time, hurting and lonely, he was never really alone either.

Twisting around to better face Jungkook, he lifts a hand to cradle his cheek, so tender, ignoring the spray of water against his calves as it slowly grows warmer. He falters, mouth open to speak before he knows what to say, and all that comes out is a helpless, almost distressed exhale. "I love you."
likedriedflowerpetals: (neg) panic (as you surface from the dark)

[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2020-02-23 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
Being loved like this is overwhelming, Yoongi finds, his heart too full, beating too fast. Jungkook is so close, close enough that Yoongi can feel his breath when he speaks. He's grateful suddenly that Jungkook is holding him like this, loving but firm, enough to keep him steady. He knows too well how easy it is to get pulled down by the undertow, to want everything just to stop. Loving life is so much harder. That Yoongi can make anyone feel that way, let alone Jungkook, is almost too much for him, too good to imagine when he's spent so long feeling utterly useless.

He's nothing special, not really. A fairly good musician, skilled for his age and inexperience, and a decent student, maybe, but someone who gets into too many fights and keeps to himself too much, who doesn't know how to express the thousand things he feels every day β€” ordinary, at his best. To know that about himself, to be so sure of it, and then to be faced with this evidence of having done something extraordinary is almost too much for him to bear.

"Your only love," he points out, cheeks flushing. It doesn't actually soften the sentiment any; if anything, there's a power in knowing he's the first and the last person Jungkook will ever fall in love with. Thumb stroking over Jungkook's cheek, he shakes his head minutely. "I'm glad I'm here. I β€” you make me so happy. I don't know what to do, you make me so happy." Has he ever been so happy? Has he ever felt so loved, so cherished? It's almost too much happiness. It scares him a little suddenly, to be flying so high β€” too close to the sun, maybe. He'd never survive losing this. He slips his free hand into Jungkook's hair, pulling him into a kiss, craving even more physical reassurance. They're here. They aren't going anywhere.
likedriedflowerpetals: (neg, neutral) moody but pastel about it (I wish love were perfect as love itself)

[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2020-02-28 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
The jokes do nothing to soften the overwhelming awe sweeping through Yoongi. If anything, he's worried that, if he laughs, it might turn into crying β€” just a little, but he doesn't want to do it, not when they're so happy. It feels absurd to be on the edge of that, enough so that he almost starts laughing anyway. For a second, it feels like everything's hit him all at once, like being away from home together has given him space to see it all so clearly again. It's hard to understand how he got here, why he gets to be this happy, this loved.

He's used to being the one in control, wanting to be, but sometimes Jungkook takes the lead, like now, nudging Yoongi gently back under the water. It's like he sees Yoongi in a way no one else ever has, like he can read in Yoongi's face that he needs that right now. Just for a moment, just long enough to regain his balance. The water slides over him and he sighs, eyes closing as he tips his head up into the kiss. Between all the walking around they've done today and the sex, he's more tired than he cares to admit, and hot water feels good against sore muscles. It's hard sometimes for him to acknowledge that this is okay, that what they have isn't going anywhere. Happiness has felt so fleeting and fragile these last few years. Sometimes he has to remind himself that won't happen here. This is for life.

"I couldn't stop even if I wanted to," he says softly. "And I'd never want to." He just can't imagine a future without Jungkook now, let alone one where he ever stops loving him. That Jungkook feels the same is both obvious and incredible. Yoongi rubs at Jungkook's shoulders, palms sliding against slick skin, and shakes his head. Sometimes it just feels too good to be real, and yet, he thinks, nothing else in his life is as real as this. "You're everything."
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[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2020-03-05 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then I'm not either," Yoongi protests, but he turns around, closing his eyes as the water pours over him. Between the warm water and Jungkook pressed against him, he can't help relaxing further. It's so peaceful here, just the two of them, knowing they don't have to rush before the heat disappears or his father notices. It's just them. And Yoongi could try to wash himself off, could insist on taking care of Jungkook, too, but it feels nice just to let Jungkook take care of him for the moment, his hands running gently over Yoongi's skin. It's been months, and he still marvels at it, awestruck by how content he feels with Jungkook. He'd really thought he'd be sad forever, happiness coming only in brief bursts, and now that feeling seems faraway.

He drops his head forward, enjoying the soft brush of Jungkook's lips against his neck, reaching blindly to find one of Jungkook's hands to cover with his own. "You complete me, too," he murmurs. He's spent too many days feeling empty and lost. It comes and goes, and he knows he's better for having his friends around, even if he still tries to withdraw sometimes. But having Jungkook in his life, loving him like this, he knows he's been happier, that those days have been fewer. He feels steadier, more balanced. And try as he might to discredit himself at times, he can't deny that Jungkook has been happier, too. "We belong together."
likedriedflowerpetals: [jungkook] (positive) soft boy :( (I'd run awayβ€š I'd run away with you)

[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2020-03-06 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
If he's not careful, Yoongi thinks he might start fucking purring like one of those cats Seokjin's always comparing him to, positively luxuriating in the attention. It's not even like it's new. Jungkook is always attentive and considerate, always sweet to him. But he's right, too, the circumstances are better than usual, and he feels like he has room to breathe. They play at it being just them all the time, turning the hours Yoongi used to spend alone in the house into something brighter, more pleasantly domestic, but there's nothing to pretend at here. All he has to do is let himself just be.

Someday they won't need to go away for the weekend to have this. Even then, though, Yoongi thinks they will. He likes it too much. Even when they have their own place, it'll be nice to be able to take vacations β€” not just to Busan, but farther, Europe, like they've talked about. However hard he has to work to make that happen, he will.

Closing his eyes, he takes in a slow, deep breath. It comes out again in a soft hum as he presses back into Jungkook. "Not that we have to leave Seoul for me to blow you in public," he says, lazily wry. Now that they've gotten away with it once, he thinks he might find himself bolder in the future, as long as they aren't too close to home. "But yeah, this is... I really like this. And that feels nice."
likedriedflowerpetals: [music] (neutral, positive) he's theeere the phantom of the kpopppppp (our love is sweeter than strings)

[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2020-03-07 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
Yoongi huffs out a laugh. He's not going to try and pretend he hasn't thought about it. He's imagined far too many times what it would be like to get on his knees in that old classroom, maybe at the piano bench. It's theirs, part of their story. But he also knows he probably won't ever do it. The odds of being caught by one of their friends are too high. As much as he might, admittedly, be turned on by the proximity of strangers, the idea of being seen by their friends is something altogether else, more embarrassing than arousing. And they just don't have time in the school bathroom, so that's out, but there are plenty of places off campus that might work.

For now, though, he just lets himself luxuriate in the moment in a way he rarely can. Jungkook touches him so tenderly, his words working sweetly through Yoongi's mind. "I always want to kiss you," he murmurs. He wants this, quiet moments of gentle intimacy β€” nowhere else to be, no one else to worry about, just Jungkook's hands so soft on his body, his voice warm against Yoongi's ear. Someday, he promises himself. Someday they'll have a life where they can just be. He moves his arms behind him, hands fumbling for Jungkook's hips, holding him anchored against Yoongi. "At home, I β€” I always want it. Just to be with you."

Sometimes he gets so angry when they're apart β€” not because of the distance, but because it's hard to see other couples together without Jungkook to distract him. Left to his own devices, it's hard not to be bitter that they can't be like that, like straight couples, who can be so much more public about their affection. He's happy and he's proud of his boyfriend. And he's private; it's not like he thinks it's anyone else's business. He just wishes he could share it more openly if he felt like it. It's that he's been denied even the choice that pisses him off. Here, though, it doesn't seem as important to be so painstakingly careful. It feels safe here, where nothing might follow them home.
likedriedflowerpetals: [jungkook] (neutral, positive) (I was taken with the tide)

[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2020-03-09 10:15 am (UTC)(link)
Jungkook's voice is hushed, almost muffled by the water, and it doesn't matter. Yoongi hears enough, feels enough, to understand. Jungkook holds him so soft, so close, like he's unbearably precious, his lips so gentle on Yoongi's skin. For a moment, he's overwhelmed all over again, afraid he'll start shaking with it. It feels like more than he should get to have, something this good, this right. He's nothing. He's been nothing for so long, and Jungkook comes along and makes him feel like everything.

He's so safe, so loved. He's never been this safe in his whole life.

"'m yours," he murmurs, shifting in Jungkook's arms. It's awkward, his fingers tracing irregularly over Jungkook's hips as he turns his head enough to press his lips to Jungkook's cheeks, and he doesn't care. He lifts a hand to the back of Jungkook's head instead, trying to urge him into a real kiss. He's pretty sure there's still soap in his hair and he must look incredibly stupid and he really should be helping Jungkook get cleaned up, too, they should both be hurrying and figuring out dinner, but he doesn't care. Okay, he cares about food, he is a little hungry, but not enough for it to matter right now. He just wants to kiss his boyfriend, a little whine working its way out of his throat before he finally finds Jungkook's lips with his own. "Can we just live here?" He's joking, mostly, a little wistful, a little embarrassed by his own desperation. Still, it's hard not to wish for it.
likedriedflowerpetals: [jungkook] (neutral, positive) (I was taken with the tide)

[personal profile] likedriedflowerpetals 2020-03-15 10:59 am (UTC)(link)
As fantasies go, it's not even a particularly nice one. Yoongi has a feeling that a housekeeping job is dull and menial at any hotel, and probably worse in a place like this. Still, he thinks, he'd do it, at least for a little while. It would just be a way to get started, somewhere to live until they found better jobs elsewhere. They could be happy in Busan. They only just got here today; he doesn't want to leave.

He splutters a little at the soapy water, laughing into Jungkook's mouth as his arms slip over his shoulders. So much of the time, he wants to be the one in charge, the one taking care of Jungkook. It feels good to be able to do that, to prove he can. Right now, though, and sometimes, he just wants this, these little gestures of love, like Jungkook washing his hair. They all try to take care of each other however they can, but things like this, so sweet and intimate β€” it's been a long time since Yoongi had anyone try to do that for him. Sometimes it's a nice reminder that they can just lean on each other.

"I think we might need a little more than a room," he murmurs, smiling. "Like food, maybe. But I bet we could work something out. We'd make it work." He shakes his head, lifting a hand to wipe uselessly at the water that's splashed in his eyes. "I just... want that. Just me and you." He feels silly, even sheepish, though he can see so clearly that Jungkook wants it, too. They could be so happy, he thinks, if they could just get away from their families and be. He closes the distance between them again, hand returning to rest at the nape of Jungkook's neck as he kisses him.

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