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There will always be firsts and lasts, there will always be here says and there says, and there are definitely those that you want to forget but you can’t. It was bad enough that his reputation was tainted in his freshman year when this piece of shit asshole excuse of a junior decided to play games with Jeongguk.
Jeongguk, the best out of the freshmen students, signed up for basketball, got accepted. Ecstatic about being one of the few freshmen accepted to join the team, Jeongguk enthusiastically attended practice, would train by himself all day and night to improve himself, with all his time and effort out in the open. Sooner than everyone expected, he was put on the line up for their games in and outside campus, usually being the last player to shoot the ball, making them win. Towards the end of their first semester, he was invited to his first ever party. A real one. With all the jocks and cheerleaders, where usually everyone loses their first kisses and, if you’re lucky and drunk enough, your virginity.
Spin the bottle, it’ll be harmless, they said. Go for it, it’s fun¸ they said. Once the bottle landed on Jeongguk and this one junior, Junhyuk, a part of the team, one of their bests, all hell breaks loose.
“Let’s see… what about… 7 minutes in heaven?”
“What’s that?”
“Oh, baby, you’ll see.”
Growing up far from the city made him oblivious to some things. Not to mention, being the youngest amongst his friends and family, some things were kept from him. Secrets, games, and things they said he wouldn’t understand.
“I honestly have no idea what happens in these games,” Jeongguk says innocently
“Let’s play 21 questions.” Junhyuk says, a smirk on his face.
“Okay, you start.”
“Are you gay?”
Being gay was something Jeongguk hasn’t told anyone else. Not a single soul in his college knew about it. Sure, his family knew, but he just wasn’t sure if people will be accepting enough around here. Not everyone was the same as his family members.
Jeongguk realized it too late that it was a trap. Jeongguk didn’t know how or why that came as a topic, but now he wished he should’ve said no.
“Keep it between you and me? Yeah.”
“Don’t worry, dude. Almost everyone in this college is gay. But, your secret’s safe with me”
It wasn’t.
Over the weekend, news spread about Jeongguk letting Junhyuk fuck him in the closet. Junhyuk exaggerating the story every time he says it. The week after the party, Jeongguk was clueless about why he was getting weird stares and wolf whistles, but he knew it would have had something to do with the party, first time drinking, probably. It wasn’t until before the third period that he found out about the rumor, when he saw a note in his locker, “Lemme fuck in the janitor’s closet, 12 nn sharp. See you, princess.” written in messy handwriting.
Jeongguk felt dirty, ashamed, disrespected, and all things similar; not wanting to show his face to anyone despite the rumors being false, Jeongguk tried his best to hide, keep himself invisible. The fact that he knows people would believe Junhyuk more than they would listen to him makes explaining pointless.
He quit basketball, tried his best to make himself as small as possible as each day passes, could feel everyone’s eyes glued on him, smirks and chuckles and disgusted grunts and moans thrown his way. The break before the second semester didn’t help people forget, just made them think of better ways to fuck Jeongguk over, thought of better ways to get into his head.
Freshmen second semester, he met Taehyung, the not-so-quiet-but-not-so-loud guy in one of his general subjects, taking double majors in Psychology and Photography.
“Is this seat taken?”
Jeongguk, genuinely shocked and confused someone even dared bat an eyelash his way, smiled and said no.
“I’m Taehyung, Kim Taehyung.” Taehyung extended a hand, offering a handshake.
“Jeon Jeongguk.”
“Nice to meet you, Jeongguk.”
At first, Jeongguk didn’t know if Taehyung knew about the rumors that circulated about him but he was glad someone else was kind enough to sit beside him during lunch. Someone who didn’t make fun of him.
Turns out Taehyung did know, but he decided to disregard it; knowing how words affect people, despite the person deserving or not, no one’s supposed to be talked about like that.
“Why the fuck would I be bothered by your sex life? It’s none of my business. People just have their heads stuffed so high up their asses and make fun of others’ sexcapades, may those be rumors or not. But don’t worry, I believe you.” Taehyung told Jeongguk one day when the younger couldn’t hold his thoughts and curiosity at bay.
Jeongguk’s been fond of Taehyung, deemed him as the older brother he’s always wanted to have. He and his best friend, Jimin, have been there to look after Jeongguk.
Jimin, a dance major, one of the university’s best dancers; most students either terrified, intimidated, or in love him. Jeongguk can see why tey’d be in love with him. Jimin’s an angel and a devil in a single body; glorious, gorgeous, and fucking talented. However, he can’t see why they’re terrified of him; Jimin’s always been soft, one of the nicest people he’s ever encountered, his heart as pure as his love for dance
“Gukkie, tell me if someone bothers you again, I’m gonna fucking throw their asses across campus, okay?” Jimin told the younger, eyes fierce, hands firm on Jeongguk’s shoulders.
Jeongguk, his head bowed down in embarrassment after what the juniors pulled at him, nodded.
Jeongguk was thankful for the two people he could trust, he just wished he had someone in the same year as him to be caring about him the same way his two lover hyungs care for him.
Sophomore year shouldn’t be as bad as our freshmen year, but Jeongguk finds it hard to agree with that. Not only did his freshmen year start with a somehow off-start, but people just refuses to make him forget. At least that’s what they made sure, Jeongguk to never forget.
There he was, stood in front of the school, his eyes roaming the walls, those ugly, ugly walls.
“Come on, we might run late.” Taehyung grabbed Jeongguk by the forearm.
“Well, whose fault was that hyung?”
“Not mine, my alarms fault.”
They walked shoulder-to-shoulder, Taehyung keeping a protective eye on Jeongguk, the younger’s eyes glued to the floor or lockers, never on anyone. Not until Jimin called them that Jeongguk looked up.
“Gukkie, Taetae!”
“Hey, Jiminie.” Taehyung called as the older ran into his arms. Jimin ended up between the two taller men, his arms flung over their shoulders.
Jimin and Taehyung walks Jeongguk to his class, no matter how much Jeongguk protests they don’t need to do it, they still do, the both of them saying, “It feels like we’re sending off our own kid every day.”
/
Jeongguk hated lunch the most back in his freshmen days after that rumor incident. Not a single lunch passed by that not a single person from Junhyuk’s group wouldn’t stop by his table to make him feel that the thing in the rumor did happen.
Sophomore lunch breaks weren’t any different; if there’s something he noticed, it was that.
Some things should be forgotten, some you want to forget but you couldn’t, some you couldn’t forget because people won’t let you.
Jeongguk was sitting alone in the cafeteria, munching on his half eaten apple, minding his own business, pretending to study, when three of Junhyuk’s friends approached him, leaving a whole paper bag full of condoms and packets of lube.
“Save some for tomorrow, Jeon. Don’t go crazy.” One says, known as Daekyun, followed by an outburst of laughter from all three.
Jeongguk tried to keep his face straight, pretends he doesn’t hear them, only to receive a smack from the bag at the side of his arm.
“Dude what the hell? I’m fucking studying.”
“Well you should fucking listen when someone’s talking to you, weren’t you taught that as a child?” Daekyun spat out, his teeth gritting.
“Well, maybe you should’ve been taught good manners.” The voice coming from behind him; that voice wasn’t Jimin nor Taehyung’. Jeongguk turns around only to be surprised.
Min Yoongi. Sophomore. Stopped schooling for a while to pursue music. Decided to come back for the formalities and diploma. If not everyone is terrified of him, most of the school is.
The look on Daekyun shifted from strong to an expression as if he’s seen a ghost.
“Talking to my friend like that, Soh? I don’t think I’d allow that,” Yoongi looks up from his drink, a tall cup of coffee, with eyes darting flames. “Why don’t you leave, Jeongguk and I will see what we can do with your little presents right here.”
He knows my name.
Yoongi, continuing his little show, sat down beside Jeongguk and put his arm on his shoulder. The younger kept his gaze down, trying not to show how extremely embarrassed he was that The Min Yoongi had to jump in for him.
“They’re gone now, kid. You okay?”
“Y-yes, Yoongi-ssi. Thank you so much.”
“No worries. Do you mind if I stay for a while, though?” Yoongi asked, slowly taking out his laptop from his bag, along with a few papers.
“Not at all, although, Yoongi-ssi─”
“Drop that, call me hyung.” Yoongi said with a small smile, or so what Jeongguk thinks is a smile. It was barely a small tug at the side of the other’s lips, almost unnoticeable if Jeongguk wasn’t paying close attention.
“O-okay, hyung. My friends are going to be here in a while, though, w-will that be okay?” Jeongguk asked timidly.
“I’m the one who’s supposed to be asking you and them that, I’m the one invading your table.” There it was, a real smile, a gummy one, and Jeongguk may or may not have felt tiny tugs in his heartstrings.
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“Wait, how did you and Yoongi-hyung meet?” Jimin asks.
“We didn’t. Well, at least not until earlier. Daekyun stopped by the table, the usual thing he does, saying usual Daekyun things, but Yoongi-ssi came just before I was about to answer. Told Daekyun to leave and that was that, he sat on the table.”
Jimin and Taehyung looked at each other, utterly confused but also relieved.
“Hold up, you called him ‘hyung’… when did you guys meet?”
“That’s Hoseok hyung’s roommate. Hoseok hyung, remember him? Dance team, sunshine, heart smile, loud, Namjoon hyung and Seokjin hyung’s boyfriend?” Taehyung answered before Jimin could, earning a small smack and “I was supposed to answer that” from Jimin.
“Ah, right. I remember.” Jeongguk said, remembering clearly when he met Hoseok, Namjoon and Seokjin over their apartment when Jimin and Taehyung tagged him along.
Jimin and Taehyung reminisced over the party but Jeongguk’s mind started to block out his surroundings, the image of Yoongi smiling at him clouding his thoughts, erasing everything around him, making Jeongguk focus on him and only him.
That night, Jeongguk slept with the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears and Yoongi’s smile in his dreams.
/
Yoongi officially became one of his constants; Jeongguk doesn’t know how it happened, but it did. Jimin and Taehyung welcomed him openly to their small group; the both of them glad Jeongguk had someone else to look after him.
Jeongguk definitely felt safer with Yoongi around. Less and less people started to come for Jeongguk, less and less people tried to come close to Jeongguk, more so breathe in his direction. Until less and less became none at all.
The two of them become close, Yoongi closer to Jeongguk than he is with Jimin and Taehyung despite knowing each other before the eldest met Jeongguk. Yoongi felt more open with Jeongguk; not that it’s a bad thing, Jeongguk feels honored Yoongi trusts him the way he trusts Yoongi and that means a lot for the younger.
“Jeongguk-ah, what’s one thing you really want to do?” Yoongi asked Jeongguk one day, unexpectedly, as they sat on the bench under a tree in the middle of the field.
Jeongguk thinks about it for quite a while. “Does it have to be big and dangerous or something not extreme?”
Yoongi laughs, which earns a smile from Jeongguk, “The first thing that popped in your head when I asked.”
“Singing in an actual recording studio, maybe.”
“You sing?” Yoongi asked, his right eyebrow raised, looking intently at Jeongguk, waiting for his answer.
“Well, not in public, but yeah I like to sing.”
Yoongi doesn’t say anything else, just nods and gets back to reading whatever was on his lap.
With how the sun touches his skin in just the right places and leaves falling in the background, Jeongguk couldn’t help but think that this setting makes Yoongi more beautiful. Jeongguk feels his heart beating faster the longer he stares at the older, but he couldn’t stop looking.
A small smile starts to build and Jeongguk feels terrified but okay.
/
Come junior year and they’re closer than words could express.
Sitting at the farthest table in the library, Yoongi asked Jeongguk a question neither Jimin nor Taehyung had asked him, “Did the things they tell you get to you?”
Jeongguk doesn’t know why Jimin or Taehyung never asked that question, maybe they think it’s just too personal to ask, or something they think they weren’t in the right place to ask. But Yoongi was Yoongi, not afraid to ask, seeks out the answers he wants to know about. Yoongi is Yoongi.
Taken aback, Jeongguk thinks about it, scared to tell him the truth but answers honestly, “Yes, they did.”
“Then why didn’t you do anything about it?”
“It’s not that I didn’t want to do anything about it…” Jeongguk says, releasing a sigh before finishing his sentence. “I just know people won’t believe me the way they believed Junhyuk. I mean, who am I compared to him, right?” his tone showing how defeated he felt.
Yoongi sighs, Jeongguk could tell he was searching for words to say so he waits. Yoongi opens his mouth, but only a sigh escaped.
“You got time?”
“Yeah, I don’t have anything planned. Why?”
“Wanna get out of here?”
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere.”
Yoongi doesn’t say anything else, stands up and leads the way. Jeongguk follows, trusting Yoongi that he knows what he’s doing and where they’re going.
/
Jeongguk and Yoongi hopped off Yoongi’s car, the younger clueless about where they were, he’s never been to this place before. There they were, standing in front of an 8-story building. Jeongguk waited for Yoongi to say something, where they were, what Yoongi wanted to show Jeongguk, but Yoongi just walks towards the door.
They entered the building, stepped inside the elevator, and Yoongi pressed the 5th level. The elevator ride was quiet but it wasn’t awkward. It felt reassuring. Jeongguk still has no idea why they were here or what was in here, but he trusts Yoongi, knows the older always made sure Jeongguk was okay.
As they got out of the elevator, Jeongguk followed Yoongi as he walked towards the end of the hallway, and punched in a code that opened a door leading to a recording studio.
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Yoongi watched Jeongguk’s eyes go wide, a smile starting to form on his face as the younger scans the room with eyes filled with sparks and stars.
“Hyung…” Jeongguk breathes.
“It’s my studio. When you told me you wanted to record something, I knew it’d be worth it bringing you here.” Yoongi said, looking at Jeongguk, his eyes never leaving the younger not wanting to miss a single star burning in Jeongguk’s eyes.
“It’s really yours?” Jeongguk finally looking at Yoongi, the older looking away and pretending to look somewhere else.
“Yeah. I don’t know if you’ve heard but I stopped college to pursue music my music for while. It’s not as big as my friends’, but this is enough for me.”
“it’s beautiful, hyung.”
Jeongguk looks at Yoongi, Yoongi looks at Jeongguk, and none of them wants to stop. Yoongi looks at Jeongguk, feeling his cheeks start to burn, he feels his ears start to get warm as well and he hopes the darkness could cover it up (it wasn’t even that dark, he’s just hoping the younger couldn’t tell).
“Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi starts, his throat feels dry but saying Jeongguk’s name feels so right against his tongue. “You can come here when you feel like you want to avoid the world.”
/
Jeongguk does stop by Yoongi’s studio most of the time.
He likes it when Jeongguk was around. The studio felt fuller; it felt less of a place for work, more like a safe haven.
Yoongi spent most of his time in his studio. That’s one thing he’s told to Jeongguk. Sure, he goes back to the dorm but that’s to keep Hoseok’s mind at peace. It’s usually his studio, his coffee, and him.
Although now, he’s got Jeongguk and he doesn’t mind at all.
He used to have others around; his ex-boyfriend used to hang around the studio as well, but he felt more of a bad distraction other than a comfortable companion. But Jeongguk, Jeongguk’s presence felt warm. When Jeongguk’s around, Yoongi works better, he works with a smile on his face, he works the most concentrated, most of the time proud and content with the outcome of his works.
Jeongguk stay quiet when he’s in Yoongi’s studio, knows the older likes working in a quiet setting. Yoongi didn’t tell him he should, but the younger might’ve picked that up before and Yoongi felt his connection with Jeongguk the strongest.
“Guk-ah,” Yoongi calls. Jeongguk looks up from his textbook, removes one side of his earpiece, looks intently at Yoongi, waiting for the other to talk.
Yoongi stares at the younger, at his big, pretty doe eyes, his lips, back to his eyes, panic, “Wanna listen to this thing I’m working on?”
Yoongi watched Jeongguk’s expression brighten up as the younger stumbled his way towards where Yoongi sat.
Yoongi gave Jeongguk the headset, pressed play, and looked at the younger’s reaction.
Yoongi watched and he couldn’t stop; he watched as Jeongguk listened with all concentration; Yoongi likes it when he sees Jeongguk look serious, for some reasons he does and he just couldn’t stop looking. He had the urge to run his fingertips along the scar at the side of the younger’s cheek, forces himself to stop looking because he knows he will if he didn’t.
When the instrumental stopped, Yoongi heard Jeongguk take a breath, he looks at the younger, sees the small smile on Jeongguk’s lips. Yoongi knows Jeongguk was saying something, but he couldn’t understand, lulled by the sound alone of Jeongguk’s voice, captivated by the smile on Jeongguk’s lips. God, he wanted to kiss it so bad.
Wait, what? Where’d that come from?
“… I really loved it, hyung.” He must’ve been talking about what he liked the most, huh.
“Thanks, Guk.” Yoongi smiles as wide as he could, to show how much he’s appreciated Jeongguk’s words (even if he wasn’t able to capture everything).
Jeongguk went back to whatever he was doing but Yoongi couldn’t stop thinking about Jeongguk’s smile. He wanted to keep that smile on his face. He wanted to be the reason behind it, wants to be the story Jeongguk tells everyone. And it’s driving him insane thinking about this.
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Jeongguk lays awake one night after spending time in Yoongi’s studio. He’s been going there more often than going to the library or the dance studio. Yoongi’s studio was Yoongi’s safe haven, and somehow, it became his as well. Jeongguk doesn’t know if it really were okay for Yoongi; after all the times he’s spent there, he was still hesitant about it, but Yoongi said he likes it when Jeongguk was there so he just indulges the older.
Jeongguk recalls what happened throughout the day, something he does every day to check how productive he’s been, but his mind lingers to when Yoongi made him listen to whatever he was working on.
“I don’t really like it when people lingers for a long time in my studio. I mean, when we’re close, like Namjoon and Hoseok, I guess that’s fine. But if, I don’t know, I don’t like it when there are other people in my studio.” Yoongi rambles and Jeongguk willingly listens, enthusiastically does.
“So, are we close now, hyung?” Jeongguk teases, eyebrows playfully raising.
“Don’t push it kid, I’m gonna kick you out.” Yoongi’s face was serious, but his voice threw that away.
“No, you’re not, you love me.” Jeongguk says before returning to his textbook.
And he hoped Yoongi really does.
Thinking about Yoongi makes Jeongguk feel things he’s not quite familiar with, only heard of. The tingling on his skin, his heart’s pace faster, his hands clammy, his mind running and running in circles around Yoongi’s name. He thinks about what they did today, thinks about what they did yesterday, thought about the things they did the last week, thought about all the things they’ve been doing since they’ve met.
Jeongguk found a safe space beside Yoongi. He found his happy place.
Then Jeongguk goes back to the day in sophomore year when Yoongi stood up for him before he could and the only thing he could think about was, “Why me?”
The next day, Taehyung, Jimin and him were sitting on the bench by the tree at the side of their university’s playing field, the two older men focused on their textbooks.
“Did you know, Yoongi hyung’s gonna create a mixtape for his finals this semester. Can’t wait to hear it.” Jeongguk says, still staring at his book.
“Hey, yeah, how’s that going so far?” Jimin asked.
“Hyung’s been stressing over that for, like, the whole year. He’s been stressing over it the moment his professor said they needed to create something new to the ear.” Taehyung said.
“He’s been doing great at it. Yoongi hyung said he’s felt less stressed over it recently. Guess things started to get easier.” Jeongguk says.
“That’s good.” Taehyung and Jimin said at the same time.
They continued reading, Jeongguk playing a song on his phone, then blurted out, “Oh, hey, listen to this. Yoongi hyung suggested me this song.” Jeongguk plays it for his two older friends, their ears intently listening, indulging Jeongguk.
“Yoongi hyung lets me listen to all these amazing songs. It’s great, right?” Jeongguk says as the song’s coming to an end.
Jimin and Taehyung exchange glances without Jeongguk noticing.
“Jeongguk-ah,” Jimin calls.
“Yeah, hyung?”
“Do you…” Jimin smirks at Taehyung.
“Do you like Yoongi hyung?” Taehyung finishes.
“What? No.” Lie. “Why?”
“Because throughout the whole time we’ve walked and sat, the only name that comes out of your mouth is Yoongi hyung’s. Yoongi hyung this, Yoongi hyung that, Yoongi hyung likes this, Yoongi hyung dislikes that.”
“That’s just because we’ve been hanging out more than I”ve hang out with you guys.” Not entirely a lie, but he knows that’s not what he’s meant.
Jimin and Taehyung share another glance, “Okay, Gukkie.” Taehyung says.
“If you say so.” Jimin finishes.
They get back to reading and now Jeongguk could feel his heart pounding against his chest the same way it beat when Yoongi stood up for him back in sophomore year.
He just doesn’t like Yoongi. He loves Yoongi.
/
Jeongguk, once again, caged in Yoongi’s studio, his nose buried in a book while Yoongi’s focused on his almost-done mixtape.
Jeongguk doesn’t even realize he’s been thinking out loud, only taken aback when Yoongi asked him, “What?”
“Oh, what? What did I say?”
“You said, ‘Why me?’”
“Oh, nothing, was just thinking out loud, I guess.”
Yoongi dropped his headphones, spun his chair and moved towards Jeongguk. “Okay, feed me your thoughts.”
Jeongguk hesitates but goes for it anyway. “Why’d you stand up for me that day?” his head bowed down as he asked, his fingers intertwining with his other hand, feeling clammy.
Yoongi gave it a quick thought. “I don’t know. I just saw you there and I just felt the need to…” Yoongi paused, looking for the right words. “Protect. Protect you.”
Jeongguk felt the rush of his blood rush up to his neck, to his head and to every inch of his body. Breathe.
“D-do you…” Jeongguk stutters. “Do you regret doing it?”
When Yoongi doesn’t speak immediately, Jeongguk felt his heart shatter a little bit. But, then, he felt Yoongi move his chair closer, sees hands reaching out for his own. He looks up and Yoongi was a little closer than he’s expected the older to be.
Yoongi opens his mouth, says, “Not even once.”
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Yoongi hesitated for a while before reaching out to hold Jeongguk’s hands. He’s never held his hand before.
But Yoongi goes for it, makes sure he’s reassured Jeongguk that he doesn’t regret a single moment he’s spent with him, does not regret standing up for him, sitting by him on the table after days and days until now.
There Jeongguk was, sitting in front of Yoongi in all his glory, looking small and fragile and Yoongi couldn’t help but think about how much he wants to hold him in his arms, make sure he’s felt safer than he’s had the past year or all his life.
There Jeongguk was, looking in Yoongi’s with all sort of emotions he couldn’t understand but he knows they’re there.
Yoongi starts to lean in, could feel his pulse racing against his skin everywhere, could feel his breath trying to catch up with the beat of his heart. Yoongi leans in until Jeongguk and he were mere inches apart; Yoongi looking at Jeongguk’s lips, Jeongguk looking in his eyes begging to go for it. And he does.
Yoongi pressed his lips against Jeongguk and it felt like how he’s imagined it to be, soft and home. Jeongguk tasted like mint with a hint of cinnamon and he felt drunk and drowned; he doesn’t mind drowning forever, doesn’t mind not sobering up. Yoongi kissed Jeongguk like it was his first time to kiss someone, Yoongi kissed Jeongguk like he was his whole world and he’s longing to get a taste of the waters and lands, Yoongi kissed Jeongguk like he was the sky and their kisses were the stars.
They broke apart, Jeongguk running after his breath the same way Yoongi was, and they couldn’t stop smiling.
“Finally.” Jeongguk says.
“Finally?”
“God, yes. Finally. I’ve been waiting for you to do that.”
They both laugh, and they kiss. And kiss. And kiss. They kiss like it was the air that goes in and out of their lungs. They kiss as if they’ve been waiting centuries and eons to do that. They kiss, Jeongguk’s fingers lacing with the hair at the back of Yoongi’s head. Yoongi pulls Jeongguk, making him stand, while he moves himself to the couch, not once letting their lips unmeet. Yoongi pulled Jeongguk on his lap, the younger straddling him, his hands on Jeongguk’s waist, and he finds his hands fit perfectly there. They kiss, and kiss, and kiss, and they felt gardens blooming inside of their souls.
“Finally.”
“Finally.”
BONUS
“Hyung, get up, we have graduation practice today.”
“5 more minutes, Guk.”
“You said that 10 minutes ago.” Jeongguk says, attempting to remove Yoongi’s arm lazily hanging on his waist, which was no point because Yoongi just pulls him closer, nuzzling his face on Jeongguk’s back.
“Kiss me good morning,” Yoongi says teasingly, tightening his hug as if his life-ending hug earlier wasn’t enough.
“Ew, no, brush your teeth first.” Jeongguk said mockingly.
“What do you mean no? Just a few months ago, you didn’t mind kissing my 2-day unbrushed teeth, and now my morning breath disgusts you? We’re breaking up.” Yoongi says, pulling away, and starts facing the other side.
Jeongguk smiles, brightly and lovely, his turn to pull Yoongi into the bone-crushing hug this time. He cradles Yoongi’s face between the palm of his hands, starts kissing all over Yoongi’s face, starting from his nose, his left cheek, his right cheek, his forehead, the top of his lip, the sides of his lips, never on the lips.
“You literally kissed me everywhere other than the one place─”
Jeongguk took that opportunity to kiss Yoongi. He felt the older melt in the kiss, Yoongi's hands resting on Jeongguk’s own, the both of them smiling into the kiss. They pull away but Yoongi didn’t want to let go of Jeongguk, didn’t want to let go of the world he got drunk on.
“Come on, we’re going to be late.” Jeongguk says as he starts to stand up. Yoongi watches his lover walk towards their shared bathroom and Yoongi’s sure about one thing: Jeongguk was a century old wine he doesn’t mind getting drunk on.