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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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"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."

"Mm," Jungkook hums in agreement, taking his time as he runs his hands over Yoongi's back, fingers brushing against the jut of his shoulder blades, dipping into the line of his spine. It's hard not to believe Yoongi's words when the two of them stand like this, back to chest like puzzle pieces slotted together. The air is starting to grow thick with rising mist, their breath a little more labored now as they stand under the spray. Jungkook continues smoothing his hands over Yoongi's skin, taking only a moment to reach for the bottle of body wash, squeezing enough to work up a lather.

He chuckles to himself. "I feel like I'm going to be dreaming about this weekend for months," Jungkook muses. "Blowjobs in public, a shower that actually fits both of us without one of us smacking the other. With enough hot water that I can watch your skin get all rosy. S'nice." He reaches up with his hands, weaving fingertips through Yoongi's hair and massaging his scalp. "Gotta study hard so that we can afford more of these getaways."

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 — 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."

"Does our classroom count as public?" Jungkook asks with a snicker. Truth be told, he's not sure that the classroom would be quite his favorite place to be intimate — the room doesn't feel like it belongs to the two of them, but instead to the whole group. And no matter how much their relationship is supported by the others, Jungkook's pretty sure they wouldn't appreciate their haven being used in such a way.

Maybe. Then again, Jungkook could see Taehyung encouraging it.

"You know what I mean though," he murmurs a moment later, letting one hand drop down to Yoongi's hip, smoothing along the curve before sweeping forward to trace idle lines over Yoongi's abdomen. Of the pair of them, Yoongi's body has always been a little bit softer, and Jungkook likes it that way, pressing kisses and raspberries against Yoongi's belly whenever he gets the chance. "More the fact that we're so far away from everything that it feels like we can do whatever we want. Live the lives we really want. Kiss each other whenever we want."

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 — 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 — I always want it. Just to be with you."

Sometimes he gets so angry when they're apart — 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.

It used to scare Jungkook, how much he constantly yearned for Yoongi's touch. It made him feel needy in a way that he often does when he spends time with the boys, but to demand so much attention from a partner feels even more intense. Maybe if Yoongi were a more distant person, maybe if he were the type who had a tendency to wander, Jungkook might feel justified — but as it is, Yoongi's always been attentive, which only makes Jungkook feel needier still.

But these days, Jungkook's come to realize that the desire for that closeness is reciprocal. Yoongi's body drapes only lightly against Jungkook's own, and yet the touch still feels charged, long fingers digging gently into his hip, bringing him close. So Jungkook doesn't bother trying to withhold his desire, instead reaching out with both hands and curling his arms possessively around Yoongi's frame, lips dropping to his shoulder, pressing kiss after kiss after kiss. Yoongi always wants to be with Jungkook, and that fact feels so precious; Jungkook isn't sure how he got so lucky.

It makes him want to work hard to better himself. To be someone truly deserving of everything that Yoongi offers him.

"I always wanna be with you, too," Jungkook whispers, not even sure if his voice will carry over the sound of the spray. Maybe it doesn't matter; he'll pretty sure that Yoongi will feel the words far more than he hears them, in the way Jungkook breathes against his skin, in the thud of his heart in his chest. "This is all I need in my life. Being with you. Being yours."

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.

Can't we just live here?

It's hard to ignore the ache in his chest as Jungkook leans in, easily following the lead of Yoongi's kiss, turning the other fully around so that they're facing one another again. Yoongi's hair is still slick with shampoo, and Jungkook threads his fingers through the strands, encouraging water to wash the suds away, laughing when the soap somehow makes its way past their lips, acrid and overly floral on the tongue. He doesn't let it stop him, deepening the kiss, as though he might be able to chase after that whine he loves so well. Sometimes, Jungkook swears that he can feel Yoongi trembling in his arms, and it's nice, in a way. Reminds him of how loved he is.

More than he ever expected to be.

"Wish we could," Jungkook sighs. "Maybe we could ask if they'd be willing to hire us? Work in exchange for, I dunno, getting to stay in one of the rooms every night. There's no way that they ever hit full occupancy, right?" It's a ridiculous idea, Jungkook knows, and it'd be foolish to content themselves with being housekeeping or janitorial staff. It's not the kind of work either of them would enjoy, and for the time being, they've got school to help them aim higher. Still.

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 — 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.

"Who needs food when I can just eat you up?" Jungkook murmurs, voice low as he nips at Yoongi's lip, interrupting the kiss. Everything still tastes a little soapy, a little acrid, but the intimacy is no less sweet for it as Jungkook smooths his hands over the plane of Yoongi's body, taking a little more liberty than before as his fingers slide down the line of Yoongi's back, nudging playfully around his ass. "I know we said we'd wait on me fucking you, but..." Jungkook leans back, tilting his head and raising a brow.

It's too bad Jungkook doesn't have access to a computer here, but he files away a thought for when they return to Seoul, wanting to educate himself on more ways to be intimate, wanting to find something that might get Yoongi uniquely excited, after Yoongi's found so many ways to satisfy Jungkook's whims.

His thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of a rumbling stomach, and Jungkook surges forward to press another kiss to Yoongi's lips, lingering and heated. Even with a far less limited supply of hot water, they'll have to stop soon. "But yes. I want that, too. To be boring old hermits together," Jungkook grins, bringing his hands back up to cup Yoongi's jaw, thumbs nudging playfully against the fullness of Yoongi's cheeks.

Yoongi laughs, eyes bright, a flicker of desire tugging at him, warring with thoughts of food. Later, he promises himself. They'll have all night together, plenty of time to be intimate. It doesn't stop him wanting Jungkook to keep touching him, kissing him, but clearly they both need dinner. They'll want energy for later anyway.

"Extremely boring," he says, grinning. They've had plenty of excitement, good and bad. It'd be nice to sink into a sedate old age after a lifetime of adventures. He tilts his head up, chases another kiss, as he fumbles behind him for the shampoo. "And we are waiting. First good grades, then you fuck me." Though saying it sends a little shiver of want through him, Yoongi is resolute. "We can do other things." He nudges Jungkook carefully back, uncapping the shampoo and squeezing some into his hand before putting it aside so he can reach up and scrub it into Jungkook's hair. "But we're getting real food before you eat me up."

"Yeah, okay, good grades before fucking buhmph—" Jungkook mumbles, grinning into the kiss as he nudges his hips up against Yoongi's, hands shifting down until he can cup Yoongi's ass, squeezing either cheek in his palms. "But eating you out, eating you out isn't fucking, right? You've only yourself to blame for giving me ideas." He squeezes both eyes tightly shut at the sensation of fingertips scrubbing at his scalp, the foam tickling his skin as it slides with the spray of the shower. Even without being able to see, Jungkook finds himself easily drawn into Yoongi's orbit, never straying far.

Still, as much as Jungkook enjoys being close to Yoongi, the proximity does nothing for the rumbling of his stomach. It growls on cue, louder than a moment ago, and Jungkook leans in to nip at Yoongi's lower lip.

"...though real food does sound kinda good," he relents, squinting and blinking the shampoo out of his eyes.

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