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Jeongguk had always been a happy boy. From the moment he was born everything had been laughter, smiles and stars; spheres of fire which glowed only for the tiny boy in the crib, as he rocked from side to side. He had always found the wonders of life and the huge world quite entertaining. Always tried to discover more, talk as much as he could, and bring grins to the faces he loved to touch.
When Jeongguk grew up, when he had been a big boy and started to walk, he did not change too much. He still loved to talk and laugh, but his passion for other things surged too. The small child discovered his secret adoration for animals and banana flavoured milk. He discovered his love for soft fabrics, good smells and the solid food his mum made every day. He learnt how to play baseball with his dad and got to experience adrenaline for the first time on a road trip to Seoul (he was from Busan) when he had met a man dressed as one of his favourite fictional characters. At the time, Jeongguk had believed with his whole heart that the soft, moving penguin had actually been the one from tv. The one he admired and always carried with him (in the form of a plushie, which his dad had to take care of in reality. Jeongguk accustomed to losing it quickly). When he learnt, later on, and with the years, that this had not been the case, (that the penguin had only been a costume) his little heart broke into tiny pieces before it was repaired by his mum's tender touch and sugary treats.
Entering adolescence, Jeongguk became quieter. He stopped talking too loudly or wanting to draw too much attention to himself and his awkward moves. He remained as the happy young man his parents loved with their whole being, but in a more secretive manner. He expressed himself more comfortably around his family and close friends; two, particularly, who went by the names of Taehyung and Jimin. But his behaviour changed when he surrounded himself with strangers, with the faceless bodies he often saw walking through the corridors of his school. Those ghosts that had the same faces and expressions, printed copies of each other, and who often engaged in conversations that were more superficial than the thin layer of crystalline water that sat on top of the sea.
Jeongguk never had many friends. He had always been a person to prefer quality over quantity and could even be picky when it came to forming relationships. When he finally started to see people in another light, when he finally began to open his heart, his two good friends celebrated until dawn. But most of these colourless romances never bloomed with the shades of spring, the smell of tea. Instead, they made Jeongguk want to hide underneath his sheets and never, ever, see the light of day again.
Nevertheless, with the changes of season and with the flow of a river, Jeongguk slowly began to change his mind. It only took him one second, a small glance, a short hello and, perhaps, a shy smile.
He met Yoongi back when they were still young and naive; when the world still resembled a big maze that had no way out and no way in. No exits or shortcuts the two teenagers could take, as they clung to each other's hand with desperate grasps and anxious chests. They met in high school (well, when Jeongguk had been in high school) and slowly began to construct a friendship, as if it were a building, until this one fell and transformed into something else.
That was when Jeongguk's changed completely, once he graduated and began another journey. This time, however, he had three people accompanying him instead of two. Taehyung and Jimin never left his side. In fact, they would often stick to him whenever Yoongi planned to take Jeongguk out; claiming to want to protect their best friend from the one person who would, in reality, never dare to harm the bright man. Jeongguk, even when rolling his eyes, still appreciated the gesture very much. Once he started to date Yoongi, perhaps a year after they met officially, he started to fear the possibility of losing the ones that had walked with him for so long. Luckily, he did not and contributed to the union of his best friends, later on, which stretched beyond a simple and innocent bond.
As the leaves grew on the branches of the trees and were shed with the passage of the tics, Jeongguk and Yoongi took their love to a ring. They married in spring, just before the dreadful fire of the sun would come to a peak, and spent their first days as a legal couple at a beach. They flew to Okinawa, Japan, simply to drench in the warming sea as they filled their stomachs with everything they could eat. By that time, Yoongi had already graduated from university and worked as a successful producer when he wasn't privately tutoring wealthy kids. Jeongguk, in turn, had recently finished his art degree and was offered jobs in the field of illustration and photography. Life had been good.
Nine years later, it still remained quite serene and right. Now, just, with a new addition to their lives.
On a warm morning, Jeongguk forced his eyes to open at feeling the rays of the sun stroking his delicate and never ageing skin. The years he had left behind ever since that one time in Japan had still not left a mark. He looked as young as ever, still. Maybe a little tired and sharper, but the same to his own eyes (and to Yoongi's too).
He stretched his arms and legs with the indolent movements of a cat and later rolled to his side, simply to take a smaller yet slightly older man into his arms. Yoongi groaned when he felt the weight of Jeongguk's head fall on his chest, which obliged all of the air to rush out of his abdomen and lungs with a slight discontent.
"Hmm. What is it?" Yoongi asked, then, throwing one arm around Jeongguk and the other one over his face.
"The sun is hurting my eyes."
"And what do you want me to do about that, sweetheart?" Yoongi slurred, sleepily. Jeongguk couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. But he still requested him to go close the blinds, which were supposed to be blackout but often failed at their job. Yoongi appeased the wish, anyway, and quietly threw the blankets off his legs before being able to make his way to the singing window by his side of the bed.
When he collapsed next to Jeongguk again, the younger man trapped his whole body in between his own limbs. The younger one (who, apart from an angelic face, had night-black hair) made sure to repay his husband with currency made out of whispered, morning kisses. These ones, however, escalated quickly and took Jeongguk to a state of flustered delight when he felt Yoongi's hand slipping under the thin cotton of his shirt. He laughed quietly against the elder's mouth, scared of disturbing the quiet light, as he was rolled on top of Yoongi's chest; smashing down his frame and legs. His cheeks turned crimson when Yoongi kissed his nose and massaged his lower back. His breath turned hot and his heart–
A sudden tempest broke them apart. Immediately, Jeongguk felt the way in which Yoongi grew cold. His skin, his movements, even the breaths that came out from his gaped mouth no longer held the eager energy that had driven them to this state of mind. Instead, his eyes grew larger for a second before melting in adoration. Jeongguk didn't have to look back to know the reason why.
"Dadda! Appa!" a tiny voice giggled, like the wind on a sunny day, a second later. Jeongguk watched as Yoongi's face transformed with the simple words that had been pronounced by a pair of thinner lips and voice higher in pitch. A large smile touched the corners of his mouth and eyes. Jeongguk laughed to himself before moving his head to the side, just to encounter the image of their daughter, who bent her head in wonder, "What are you doing?"
"Good morning, baby," Jeongguk said to the four-year-old that remained by the door, laughing quietly and naively, as he tried to form a valid excuse in his head to explain the particular situation in which they were... "Daddy and I are just playing, angel."
He did not have to look at Yoongi, once again, to know that the older male watched him with a suggestive smirk. He could feel the presence of the gesture and had enough by simply being able to perceive it from the corner of his eyes. Jeongguk did make sure to hit Yoongi on the chest, however, and silently told him to behave, before rolling off him and stretching his arms to the sides.
Being quick and clever, the little girl waddled her way to the two men on the bed and lifted her little arms as well; asking to be taken to the sky. Up, up, up, she said.
Yoongi took her in between his large hands, laughing as his daughter squealed in delight, and placed a loud yet gentle kiss right in the middle of her face; in the space between her almond-shaped orbs. Yujin – was the girl's name – returned the sweet smooch with a larger grin across her pink lips. After this, she crawled towards Jeongguk, who waited patiently next to the elder's legs. He allowed his bigger frame to be tackled by his daughter's weight and engulfed her in his tight embrace when she settled on his chest. Yoongi laughed at the two, his heart filling up with warm content.
Yujin came to their lives over four years ago, almost by magic. The way in which this happened had been quite unusual, like an event that only occurs in films and literature. They found her at the steps of their house when they still used to live in a compacted home in the suburbs, on a cold December night. She had been abandoned. Jeongguk read this to Yoongi from the note that had been wrapped in the thin blankets that kept her warm at the time.
Still quite young and with a passionate heart, Jeongguk convinced Yoongi to let the defenceless baby into their home for a little while. The elder had been reluctant at first, not knowing whether or not to trust such a bizarre and strange occurrence, but ceded control over his home the moment he saw Jeongguk's big and crystalline eyes blinking at him. Sad.
The first night was awkward. After debating what strategy they should adopt for the longest hour of their lives, the married couple chose to seek help. They called their friends. Originally Yoongi's childhood friend, a doctor by the name of Seokjin rushed into their house a few minutes after Jeongguk's husband had given him a call (to examine the child). Another man, a lawyer called Namjoon, timidly approached the situation when he had been asked by the couple to explain to them their position from a legal perspective. A friend they made later in life, and who happened to be their neighbour, also came by. His name was Hoseok and had experience with children, as he had one himself.
After spending a draining night in the company of their worried friends and nervous infant, Yoongi and Jeongguk managed to sleep a few hours when dawn began to break at the horizon. They created a desperate crib on their sofa, using pillows and blankets that laid around the house, once their friends had left for the evening. They placed the tiny being (who could have not been half of one of Jeongguk's arms) on this improvised bed and let her sleep for a few more hours; until hunger greeted her small stomach later on. That night, the married couple also slept in their living room, on the cold, hard floor in case a sudden emergency occurred...
Eventually, Jeongguk and Yoongi chose to take her in. Although, hesitant at the beginning, for not knowing well if he would be able to handle the responsibility of caring for a tiny and dependent living being, Jeongguk managed to convince Yoongi to give her a chance. However, this task did not result to be too difficult. The elder fell in love with the shiny girl a couple of days after her arrival. It could have been her eyes (which trapped the same galaxies as Jeongguk's dark orbs did) or her little, pretty nose that resembled a small button when it came to shapes; it could have simply been the warmth that she radiated whenever Yoongi held her, or the cute sounds she would make when Jeongguk rocked her in his arms after feeding her. It could have been Jeongguk too, and his dream of forming a family with Yoongi when the day approached... Regardless of the reason, Yoongi warmed up to the baby quite fast and fell in love too.
Now, reflecting and looking back on the past four years, Jeongguk could confidently say that his husband regretted not a single thing. He could read it from his face, which was as transparent as a clean window, and from the way in which he held Yujin against his chest while watching television. It didn't matter that they were looking at cartoons moving and speaking about the value of friendship. Yoongi looked happy simply by being with his daughter.
"I'll be leaving now," Jeongguk said later that day, once he had been dressed and ready to depart for his busy day. It was a Friday morning, the day in which he could go to his art studio without having to worry about his little daughter. Fridays were also the days Yoongi worked from the comfort of his home, which gave him the opportunity to watch over Yujin too.
"Have a good day, baby," Yoongi said against the younger's lips after a kiss, which caught Yujin's attention at hearing the familiar nickname. Jeongguk simply chuckled and placed another kiss on his daughter's head.
"Thank you. Oh! By the way, I left food in the fridge so that both of you can eat."
"I could have cooked myself," Yoongi offered with a gentle grin.
"I know. But I also know that you tend to lose track of time while working."
"I still feed Yujin, though. Don't I, little angel?" the elder asked the girl, as he tickled her sides. She laughed a little and nodded diligently, her only concern was to look cute and be obedient.
"But you don't feed yourself," Jeongguk accused, leaving one more kiss on Yoongi's cheek, "And that's not good, my love. I want you to take care of yourself too."
"Okay. Fine," the elder pretended to sulk, but he still smiled later on, "Have fun."
"You too. Bye-bye, Yujin. Appa will be back soon."
The little girl smiled at him, angelically, and waved her tiny hand for a good five seconds. After this, she returned her attention to the T.V, like a puppy that is enchanted by a treat, and missed the flying kiss that her other dad sent to Jeongguk secretively.
Yoongi returned his attention to his tiny girl once the main door shut with a click. He watched her for some time.
She always managed to surprise him. After these past four years, he was still unable to understand how much someone, so small, could grow in such a short span of time. He could still remember when Yujin could fit in only one of his arms. He now had to carry her with two and had to make an extra effort to lift her slender shape. Watching her stretch like a plant every day had been a bittersweet experience for him. Yoongi could now comprehend his parent's feelings when it came to seeing him grow up. He could understand why parents didn't wish their children to get bigger and bigger.
Yoongi liked to be depended on. He liked to be the superhero in the eyes of her pretty girl. But he knew it wouldn't last forever. At this age, the producer was aware that Jeongguk and he were Yujin's whole world. They were the people in her life who could do it all. Flawless, aliens with super strength and intelligence greater than the one available in the neurons of any scientist... They were magnificent people that didn't lack anything. But Yoongi did have many holes, empty spaces in his skeleton that prevented him from doing it all. With the years, Yujin would realise this too. He didn't know if he wanted that to occur but he knew it was inevitable, like the death of the sun.
Right now, he was aware that he should not worry about these things too much. They still had many bright days ahead. Even when she discovered the disappointing truth, Yoongi could confidently say that he had faith in the little world the three of them had created. They would be happy, even with the challenges presented by reality. They would be okay, he told himself, just as the four-year-old turned to him and smiled brightly, white sets of teeth greeting Yoongi's eyes. The adult chuckled at this, and brought her closer to his chest; keeping his baby warm and protected from the big world, in which she was nothing more than a tiny particle.
"Shall we go dress you up, angel?" he asked a few moments later, rocking both of their bodies to the sides. Yujin nodded vigorously, drawing another smile on Yoongi's lips. She was still in her pyjamas, a onesie in the shape of a fluffy bunny (Jeongguk's doing). It was grey and white; had a pom-pom sticking at the back of the suit and a pair of long ears too, "Wait. Did Appa give you a bath yesterday night?"
Yujin simply giggled, this being enough to provide Yoongi with the answer he sought for. He sighed, softly, and chose to peel himself away from the sofa. The adult, then, stretched his hand towards Yujin and waited for her to accept it.
Whereas – physically – the girl made her own some traits that Jeongguk showed, her personality resembled Yoongi's more. She walked like Jeongguk, looked at the world like him and had one or two moles that were also present on the young man's face. Yoongi liked to refer to these ones as twin stars, had composed a song from this idea too. The mole below his lips and nose, did Yujin also carried around. The couple broke into a cold sweat when they realised this, Jeongguk claiming – too – that it must have been work of destiny alone.
It was different when it came to her way of behaving. Yujin was quiet, more than most babies her age, and didn't cause much trouble. She could entertain herself easily with her toys, preferred to stay with them than to go play with other children. She did have many friends, however, and was a bright girl. But she also appreciated the value of silence and time alone, just like Yoongi. He, at times, scared himself with the thought. Children truly were the reflection of their parents. At least, to an extent.
Yoongi took his daughter to the bathroom that was inside his own room, the one that had a bathtub and was decorated with fewer colours. He ran to Yujin's own bathroom for a second, whilst hoping she would listen to him and not decide to wander away. To his luck, Yujin remained sitting on the lid of the toilet, where Yoongi had placed her down; swinging her little feet in the air as she clapped her hands repeatedly. She was entertained by herself and her limbs, which still fascinated her at this age.
The adult, then, began to fill the bathtub as he set the objects he had retrieved from the girl's bathroom. He placed her shampoo (which was also a conditioner, somehow) and soap at a side of the dressing table they had incorporated with the sink. He threw her aquatic toys inside the tub too and added a floral liquid that would create a mountain of bubbles. Yujin laughed again when Yoongi turned to look at her. Her bright laughter occupied all the empty spaces in the air, making Yoongi's heart feel complete.
♧
Once he managed to give Yujin a bath, which ended up being playing time rather than washing time, Yoongi went to dress the girl. He put her into a navy-blue jumper dress, one she chose by herself from the full closet she owned in her pastel room. he also dried her hair as best as he could with a towel. He, at least, managed to remove the excess of water.
After doing all of this, keeping an eye on the time, he took them to the studio he had in the apartment they lived. His family of three had moved out of the house in the suburbs long ago. Curiously, the apartment in which they now resided was larger than the compacted house they had rented some years back. It was big enough to allow Yujin to run around, which was always a plus.
In his studio, he mostly kept heavy equipment; tools to create music. At the moment, he was helping in crafting an album for a popular group in his country but was also working along a prestigious singer in the US at the same time. Whereas his love and satisfaction with work mainly came from making music for autonomous artists, most of his money did come from collaborating with large, local companies and their idols. He did not have complete artistic freedom in these instances (as most songs were always about that one theme radio stations seemed to love so much) but the pay was good. And he had a daughter to feed. Jeongguk helped as well, but both knew that Yoongi had a more steady job with regular pay. The younger parent earned quite a lot when he managed to sell one of his pieces, but selling them was quite challenging already...
Whenever Yoongi worked in his music at home, Yujin stayed by his side. She often watched him produce, asking what he was doing every minute or so. Other times, she coloured in pictures that Jeongguk often drew for her or played games in Yoongi's tablet (which, at this point, was more hers than his). Occasionally, she would also bring her toys into the studio and have tea parties with them on the floor (imitating the scenes she watched from western television programmes). Yoongi let her do as she wished, not having the heart to tell her no. Jeongguk often scolded him for not being firmer with their daughter, but he simply couldn't. She was too sweet and (just like Jeongguk) never did something wrong.
With the flow of the hours, the time for lunch soon presented itself in front of the two at home. Yujin approached her dad when her stomach began to feel funny, with small steps, and tug on the sleeve of his sweater when she asked for food. Yoongi was quick to save the work he had completed over the course of the minutes and put his computer to sleep, never having been this quick when asked to leave the cavern in which he could forever live.
Yujin hopped behind her dad, like a little bunny, once they made their way out of the room. She was singing to a children's song, something about a tomato, that Jeongguk often sang to her when they played together. Yoongi was half listening to her and half lost in his own thoughts, trying to remember in which container had his husband placed the food for the day. He found the blue lidded rectangle as soon as he opened the fridge. Attached to it, a note by the younger man he had married; displaying a little smiley face and a short phrase.
After heating up lunch, having placed Yujin on a chair and served the food Jeongguk had cooked, the dad and daughter ate happily. Yoongi, this time, listened to Yujin talk about any new subject that popped into her curious mind. That was also when the producer remembered that she would be starting school in less than a year. She attended nursery school, occasionally, when life became complicated and her parents had to leave her under the custody of others. But she always came back at noon or earlier... Yoongi didn't know how to feel once again. The same bitter-sweetness of earlier attacked his palate.
Once lunch came to an end, Yujin helped Yoongi to wash the plates. She mostly played with the water and made a little mess that her dad had to clean later. But neither of them truly minded. Yujin was happy, which automatically made Yoongi happy.
♧
Yujin wasn't the type of child to cry often. But, when she did, there was nothing that would stop her. The afternoon had been going quite well. Yoongi managed to finish another of the twelve songs he had to tweak for the upcoming album of this nameless group (so far, he had eight) and Yujin had managed to keep herself busy throughout the whole day.
However, things changed when the clock marked six in the afternoon and the sky began to lose light. Yujin could do many things for herself, now. She was a master when it came to technology and her spatial skills were quite developed. She tended to watch videos online, most of the time about games she played or toys she wanted and the web recommended to her. She watched cartoons too but, recently, had discovered her love for what was known as tutorials.
Yujin looked up at big girls, Yoongi could notice easily. She would stare at them whenever Jeongguk and he took her out, always asking her parents to buy her something that she saw on another girl. She was attracted by the clothes they wore, their styles; just how they looked. Her tiny eyes would sparkle and she would look at Yoongi until he ceded or she simply forgot about the one item her careful eyes had caught that day.
Before dinner, Yujin came running to Yoongi. The adult had been in the balcony, an extension of his room, simply staring at the city skyline. An abandoned book sat on his hands, a pair of thin glasses balanced on the bridge of his nose...
"Dadda," Yujin chirped, tablet in between her small hands.
"Yes?" Yoongi asked, eyeing the device with wary.
"Can you please do my hair?" she asked, a large smile on her lips, hearts in her eyes.
Yoongi gulped. Although he was good with music, a form of art, he wasn't very skilled when it came to the coordination of his hands. He wasn't very good with crafts, he left that to Jeongguk; who enjoyed to work with both paint and plastic. Yoongi, on the other hand, only knew how to rhyme and compose pleasing sounds. He couldn't draw, less pretend to be a hairdresser... But he was a man that lost easily, particularly when it came to the most important people in his life.
"What if we wait for Appa instead?" he asked, hope in his voice, a silent beg could be seen in his eyes. But Yujin was too young to notice all of that.
"No," she pouted, another gesture she copied from Jeongguk. Yoongi's heart flipped in his chest, "Please?"
The adult sighed, being unable to believe that a child had him on his knees.
"Okay," he knew this was not going to be a good idea, "Let's go inside, then."
That was how Yujin ended up crying. Yoongi, as he had expected, did a poor job with her hair; a detail which she did notice. He tried to apologise, tried to make her smile, but his attempts failed and he fell. Yujin cried as if the world had come to an end, claiming to not like what she now wore on her head (which looked like a nest made for birds). Yoongi didn't know how to rationalise with a child that wouldn't listen to his desperate words. He tried to offer her banana milk, tried to make her watch her favourite show and even sang one of her favourite songs. But nothing succeeded. Yujin would simply shake her head as fat tears rolled down her face.
So, Yoongi chose to ask for help.
"Hey. I'm at the supermarket right now," Jeongguk's voice resonated in Yoongi's ear, as the older of the two picked up their daughter and began to pace the room with her, trying to soothe her cries as he made her bounce slightly in his embrace, "Good thing that you called. By any chance, do you know if we still have tomato sauce in– Oh, my God. Is Yujin crying?"
"Yeah," Yoongi breathed out but wasn't able to continue expressing his thoughts. He was interrupted by Jeongguk's voice.
"What happened?"
"She asked me to do her hair and you know that I'm not really good at that part of parenting... and, yeah."
Jeongguk remained quiet for a while.
"I'm heading home," he said. Yoongi could hear the distinctive beep of the cashier in the background. He sighed, relieved.
"Thank you. I love you."
Jeongguk chuckled at hearing that.
"I love you too. But you're cooking dinner tonight."
Yoongi, despite having a crying child in his arms, managed to smile.
♧
When Jeongguk kicked open the door of their apartment, he had not expected to laugh. To his defence, Yujin did look funny. Her hair was a little tornado from hell, and he winced a little at the thought of having to untangle all the curls Yoongi had managed to form in her perfectly straight hair. Despite the consequences, it was somewhat cute to see his daughter and husband curled around the other.
Yujin had stopped sobbing but was now hiccuping as her tired and puffy eyes remained glued on the screen of Yoongi's tablet. They were watching another cartoon show. The moment Yoongi heard Jeongguk's laughter, his head snapped to the direction of the door. The elder exhaled, almost painfully, and let Jeongguk take their daughter in his own arms. The supermarket bags he had carried upstairs now laid on the floor.
"Hi, baby" Jeongguk said softly to Yujin, smiling wide when he felt the little girl wrapping her arms around his neck. Her face hid in the crook of his neck, "Let's take care of your hair, shall we?"
Yujin nodded, his chest still trembling with every bad breath her frame took. Yoongi simply looked at the two for a second before Jeongguk's smile softened and he walked towards the elder. He sat next to him, lips immediately greeting the other's mouth, and felt a hand travelling to the back of his head.
"Are you okay?" Jeongguk asked Yoongi, leaning to Yoongi's touch for a brief forever. The elder nodded and kissed him again, slowly and tender; a silent thank you rolling out of vocal cords and falling into Jeongguk's tongue.
"How was work?" he asked then, leaning his forehead against the younger's.
"Good," Jeongguk's eyes smiled one more time before Yujin demanded attention. He looked down at her, detaching himself from Yoongi. A little amused was he, "I'll go take care of her. Can you start cooking dinner in the meantime?"
Another nod from the elder, one more kiss. The two separated momentarily following this little interaction. Jeongguk took his daughter to his room and sprayed her hair with a creamy liquid that helped to unravel the strange knots Yoongi had created. As he applied his fatherly magic, he sang little songs to Yujin, which encouraged her to sing as well. In less than ten minutes, he had her smiling and laughing again. Twenty minutes later, Jeongguk had managed to do the braid Yoongi had originally tried to create.
They walked hand in hand back to the kitchen, Yujin telling Jeongguk, on the way, everything she had done with her Dadda that day. Jeongguk couldn't help himself and smiled brightly as he listened to the sweet tale.
Yujin hugged Yoongi and asked to be forgiven for having cried earlier; Jeongguk having been the master behind the apology. Yoongi didn't hesitate to accept the sweet kisses that, first, came from his daughter and, later, from his husband. Yoongi also gave a spoonful of rice to Yujin once the cooker had finished preparing it, telling the child that they wouldn't be able to eat until it had her approval. The bright girl giggled at this and showed her thumb, pointing up. Jeongguk, then, placed her on a chair and gave her some apple juice to distract her hunger until dinner could be properly served; smiles on their faces.
Two hours later, Jeongguk tiptoed out of Yujin's room once he had wrapped her in blankets and assured she slept. He was careful to not make too much noise, not until he stepped back into his own bedroom; where Yoongi already waited for him. The younger one approached his husband, a little sigh passing through his lips, and let himself fall on his lap.
"Long day?" Yoongi was finally able to ask, caressing Jeongguk's sides as the younger man let those big hands mould him into shape.
"Long, indeed," he admitted, "Yours?"
"Tiring too," Jeongguk nodded in acknowledgement, now being the one to hide his face on the crook of Yoongi's neck, "We should go to sleep. We have another long day tomorrow."
The younger one groaned. They were going out in the morning, the three of them; a trip to the park and later to visit friends.
"Or we could continue what we started this morning," Jeongguk suggested – speaking softly yet sensually next to Yoongi's ear – as he then started to trace the shape of the elder's jawline with his lips. Yoongi chuckled but tightened his grip on the younger man.
"I thought you were tired."
Jeongguk simply smirked before he was pushed down on the mattress. He was kissed sweetly and slowly. This time, in the middle of the silent and tranquil night, when all children slept and the stars twinkled in the sky, the couple was able to enjoy their private time together; away from the world's eyes.