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It wasn’t the smartest idea he’d ever had, to be honest. But it was just going to be a joke, and Taehyung had told him it’d go fine. Which was how they’d ended up in the bedroom, two hours before Yoongi was due to come home, giggling over some makeup.
Jeongguk had planned this only days ago, but it seemed completely foolproof then. Yoongi had been coming home from work much later than usually lately, but he understood. The older was working on a new project with a few pretty well known people, which could be really good for his career. It could get him a better job. So he wasn’t upset at all, taking more care to make sure he was eating properly when he was at home. But he could see that he was slowly becoming more stressed as the project was coming to a finish, and he felt bad for him. So he thought, maybe he just needed to relax for a little and have a laugh for once.
It was Jimin he’d asked to start with, who had very quickly shut him down. He’d tried to explain that it really wasn’t a good idea, that if he wanted Yoongi’s attention he could just ask for it. But he didn’t want Yoongi’s attention, or he did but that wasn’t what it was about, he wanted him to relax and have some fun. So he’d asked Taehyung, and he was more than happy to jump in on the idea of pulling a prank on Yoongi, something about how he wouldn’t kill him if Jeongguk was there.
The plan was for Taehyung to come over after Yoongi left, so they could hang out a little before. Once it was nearing time for Yoongi to come home, they’d try their best to scatter fake hickeys made from makeup over their necks. They’d then go back through to lay on the couch, cuddling until Yoongi came home, maybe pretending to be asleep when he arrived. They had always been very close friends, so he probably wouldn’t notice anything ‘odd’ until he noticed the fake marks. Once he started asking, they’d try deny it for a while before eventually telling him they had something to admit to. And then they’d tell him it was a prank, and wipe off the makeup to prove their point.
But of course, it didn’t go anywhere near planned.
It was two hours before Yoongi was meant to be home when they sat in the bedroom, trying to get the marks right. They’d managed to do Jeongguk’s ones, a small one just under his ear, another at the bottom of his neck where it met his shoulder, and a very light one on the other side of his neck, just under his jaw. Taehyung was very proud of his work, and he did have to admit it looked pretty real.
Taehyung was up next, and he tried to mimic what the other had done to him. It didn’t work out too well. He’d dropped some of the coloured powder down Taehyung’s shirt, earning a screech before he got lectured about how he’d just washed it.
“It’ll come out, you have to wash it after wearing it anyway.” Jeongguk huffed, waiting for the older to take the shirt off. It’d be obvious it was fake if Yoongi saw the stain, so he’d give him a clean shirt to put on once the makeup was done. Once it was off, Taehyung muttering to himself about how he could have got two wears out of it, he got to work on the marks. They turned out much darker than he intended, but surprisingly still looked realistic. He gave one just above his collarbone, and one to the side of his neck.
“Damn… We’ve really been going for it, huh?” Taehyung asked jokingly as he inspected his neck in the mirror, earning an eye roll from Jeongguk who was putting the makeup away in a drawer.
“Gross, shut up.” He told him, dodging away from the hand that teasingly ruffled his hair, taking his phone out to check the time. “That didn’t take as long as I thought. We still about two hours… We could put on a movie and get some food? There’s a nice place a few streets down that opened just-”
A noise from outside cut him off, both of their eyes darting to the door. The sound of the door closing was followed by a bag dropping to the floor, and some shuffling. Jeongguk looked to Taehyung with wide eyes, panicked. “It’s Yoongi!” He hissed, looking around quickly. “He isn’t meant to be home for hours, he hasn’t been home this early in months. We aren’t ready!”
Taehyung pouted in defeat, having been more than excited to get the chance to prank the older. “What now? Are you going to just tell him? Maybe we can order food after, I’m starving…” He complained, despite the fact they’d ate when he first came over.
“I can’t just tell him!” Jeongguk panicked, knowing that Yoongi may take a prank well after it had been pulled, but not so much when he knew what he was going to have done. His attention was brought back to Taehyung as the sound of Yoongi calling on him grew closer, his mind racing. “In the closet.” He blurted out, pointing across the room to the closet, one of the sliding doors already open.
“What? Excuse me, you can’t just force me back in there, I’ve been out of it for so long!” Taehyung tried to joke, but his lack of movement only frustrated the younger. He quickly crossed the room, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards the found hiding place. “Gguk, you should just tell him. This is going to look worse…” He spoke up again, nervousness in his tone.
But Jeongguk was too panicked about Yoongi being mad about the failed prank to realise what he was talking about, how forcing Taehyung to hide away in the closet would look much worse. Also with all his logic thrown out the window, he’d completely forgotten about the fake marks littering both of their skin. So he didn’t listen as he pushed Taehyung backwards into the dark space, ignoring the hushed protests.
“Be quiet, please? I’ll come get you when he's in the shower or something, I promise it won’t be long. I’ll buy you food next time I come over?” He pleaded, though was already sliding the door closed.
“Quiet? That’s not going to help, look at your-” His attempt at warning Jeongguk of the marks still visible on his neck, and his shirt on the floor, were cut off my the younger slamming closet door shut just as the handle to the bedroom door turned.
Luckily it was somewhat dark in the room, the only light coming from the lamp on the small desk at the bottom of the bed. He quickly sat himself down in the chair there, rushing to pull out his phone before the door had opened. And he succeeded, Yoongi entering the room to see him simply leaning on the surface of the desk, scrolling through his phone.
“What are you doing in here?” Yoongi asked as he closed the door behind him, making his way over to him. “The couch is much more comfortable, you know.” He teased, placing his hand on the youngers back as he stopped beside the desk.
“I- uh, felt like it?” Jeongguk got out, trying not to tense up at his touch, but he knew Yoongi had felt it by the way he could basically feel the confused glance, and he slowly pulled his hand away. “You’re home early…”
There was a quiet hum as he turned his phone screen off, placing it down on the desk seen as he hadn’t actually been looking at anything. “Ah, yeah…” Yoongi spoke up, sounding somewhat hesitant, probably because of how he was acting. “I figured I’ve not been here much and I didn’t have a lot to do, so I thought I’d back early come see you. That’s fine, right? You aren’t meant to be going out or something?”
Jeongguk felt guilty as he said that, for acting like he probably didn’t want to see him when he’d come home early just to see him. But he nodded him out of the way as soon as possible, so he could get Taehyung out. So he gave a small smile, nodding. “Yeah, that’s fine. Sorry, I’m just tired.” He said, swiveling around in the chair to reach out for him. “Come here?”
Yoongi didn’t hesitate to move forward, wrapping his arms around Jeongguk’s shoulders when the younger rested his head on his stomach. He brushed his fingers through his hair, playing with it gently. “How about I get changed, then we can order something to eat, and find something to watch?” The older suggested, pulling back a little when Jeongguk nodded. “Let me just get changed, okay?”
Instinctively, his arms tightened around Yoongi’s middle, stopping him from moving. If he changed, he’d need to go into the closet for clothes. Where Taehyung was. “No, no. You should shower first, you’ll feel better.” He told him.
Yoongi chuckled quietly, shaking his head as he tried again to get out of his hold. “It’s fine, I showered this morning. And I haven’t done much since, i’ll be fine. Plus, just changing it quicker.” He said, as he managed to back out of his arms.
Jeongguk’s eyes widened, and he quickly looked up at him. “But then you don’t have to get up early to shower tomorrow, because you did now. You can just shower really quick in the morning.” He tried, with a pout.
“What, do I smell or something?” Yoongi asked in amusement, glancing down at himself before looking over the younger man. “It’s fine, Gguk. I have work tomorrow, so I have to get up early anyway. Plus I can’t be bothered right now, I just want t-“ He paused, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips. “What the fuck is that?”
Jeongguk also frowned, in confusion. “What?” He asked, looking behind him, and then down at himself when he saw nothing. When he also saw nothing there he looked back up to Yoongi for explanation. “What are you…” His words trailed off when he realised that he was staring directly at his neck, and it was only then he remembered that he still had the makeup on.
But he decided to act like he still didn’t have a clue, giving him a questioning look. “What’s what?” He asked, watching as Yoongi’s hand reached up to his neck, and he flinched back before he could touch it. “Oh, oh. Shit, that. Don’t touch it please, it hurts…”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, hand still hovering in the air as he lifted his gaze to meet his eyes. “It hurts?” He asked, squinting to try see better, considering he couldn’t see it all too well in the bad lighting. “What is it? It looks like-“
“The vacuum!” Jeongguk blurted out before he could think about it, trying his best to not seem taken back by his own ridiculous excuse. He only received a look that told him to continue. “I, uh… I was vacuuming, because I wanted the place to be clean for you coming home! But you know I’m like, terrible at using any cleaning equipment. Something got stuck in it, so I lifted it up to just try quickly look in and get it out, but I didn’t turn it off. And, uh, I held it too close, and I stumbled and it like suctioned onto my neck. Honestly, it was like a leech. I couldn’t get it off and I had to literally kick the wall until I turned it off at the socket, I thought my neck was gonna get ripped out.”
Yoongi was still staring at him decisively when he finished, not having moved. It was a ridiculous story, but he found himself realising that was something that Jeongguk would somehow actually manage to do. Plus, his boyfriend loved him, where else would it be from?
“...You’re ridiculous.” He eventually spoke, shaking his head with a small smile. His hand came up, ruffling the youngers hair. “I guess I’ll go shower, and then we can eat and watch something.”
Jeongguk smiled, giving him a nod. “Yeah, of course. I’ll just be waiting here.” He told him, before turning back to the desk. Lifting his phone back up, he leaned his head down on the surface, going back to scrolling down his screen.
He heard Yoongi shuffling off towards the bedroom, counting down the seconds until he could grab Taehyung and throw him out the house. But Yoongi paused halfway there, and Jeongguk assumed he was checking his phone or something. There was some rustling, before he spoke up.
“Where is this from? I’ve never seen it on you, is it new or something? It looks like it has a rip in it…” Jeongguk briefly rememberer shoving Taehyung in the closet, with no shirt. His shirt had still been on the floor. Yoongi had seen it.
“Oh, that one? It’s one of Taehyung’s old shirts, he hasn’t worn it in a while so he gave it to me. I tried it on, but it doesn’t fit, so whatever.” He spoke up, not even daring to look up, trying to seem like it wasn’t a big deal. Even if his heart was threatening to pound out of his chest.
“Ah… Alright. I won’t be long, you can order something if you want to, you know what I like.” He said, throwing the shirt on the bed. It wasn’t unusual for the two to wear each other’s clothes, with how close they were.
Jeongguk let out a small breath of relief, quiet enough for only him to hear. Yoongi would go in the shower, he could get Taehyung out the house, and they could just relax for the night. But of course that wouldn’t happen.
He froze as he heard the barely audible squeak of the closet door being pulled open. Then complete silence, and he could have sworn nobody in room was even breathing.
Slowly he raised his head from the desk, turning his head to face the closet. Yoongi was just standing there, with his back to him, staring at Taehyung without a sound. He could see Taehyung’s face over Yoongi’s shoulder, expression panicked.
Eventually Yoongi stepped to the side, turning to look between the two of them. For the first time in years, Jeongguk couldn’t read his expression. He’d spent so long gaining Yoongi’s trust, and it’d been so long since the older had blocked off his feelings to him.
Glancing to Taehyung, he then understood what he’d been trying to warn him of earlier. This did look worse, so much worse. And he’d only made it even more worse himself.
First, it’d seemed like he didn’t want to see him. Then, he’d given a horrible excuse for the marks on his neck. Yoongi had found Taehyung’s shirt on the floor. And now he’d opened the closet to find him in it. Shirtless. His neck marked up. Red and flustered, probably from the heat in the stuffy closet.
“Yoongi…” Jeongguk began hesitantly, not sure where to start with his explanation. He slowly stood from the chair, eyes not leaving the olders. But he still couldn’t read him, and he wasn’t moving at all. He almost wished he would yell at him, it would at least be something.
“Get out.” Yoongi eventually gritted out, his head turning back to glare at Taehyung, the youngers eyes widening in fear. His hands clenched at his sides, and Jeongguk found himself worried he’d hurt him.
But he didn’t, and Taehyung scrambled to get out of the closet, putting distance between himself and Yoongi. “Hyung… This isn-“
“I said. Get. Out.” Yoongi raised his voice, and Taehyung gave him an apologetic look before shuffling towards the door after grabbing his shirt off the bed, tugging it over his head as he left the room. It was silent until the sound of the front door slamming brought him back to reality.
He looked over at Yoongi, throat closing up and he had no idea what he was meant to say. “Yoongi…” Jeongguk started, pleading as he stepped closer to him, hating the way his jaw clenched when he said his name. “Yoongi, please. I swear it wasn’t… We just wanted to-“
“I’m not angry with you.” The older cut him off, causing him to frown in confusion. He wasn’t angry? He looked angry, his hands curled into fists at his sides, jaw clenched. “I just- I understand I haven’t been here that much and I know you were probably lonely, and I- I shouldn’t have left you alone so much. But I didn’t- I didn’t think you’d do this. You could have left, if you weren’t happy, I would have understood.”
Jeongguk couldn’t even bring himself to cut him off, his eyes watering as he stared at him in shock. Yoongi really thought he was unhappy? This was the happiest he’d been in years. He’d been a mess, so confused before he’d met him. He had helped him get on his feet, find himself, and had been with him ever since. And he didn’t care that Yoongi worked a lot, he knew he was doing something he enjoyed.
“No… No. Just listen to me, okay? Look, it wasn’t-“
“Stop.” Yoongi hissed, taking no notice of the tear that rolled down his cheek. “Don’t say that. Not the ‘it wasn’t what it looked like.’ I’ve heard that before, Jeongguk. You know I’ve been through all this before, I’ve heard it all.”
Jeongguk paused, any single tiny part of him that didn’t feel guilty, now did. Why did he think this whole thing had been a good idea? He remembered Yoongi telling him that he’d been cheated on many times before when they first got together. When Yoongi first opened up to him, and told him it was the one of many reasons he had trust issues. And Jeongguk had forgotten all that and thrown it all away for a prank?
“I know. I know… But please, I’m serious. Look, please. Here.” He begged, but the older couldn’t even look at him. His heart dropped as Yoongi moved towards the closet, grabbing a bag from the top shelf, starting to throw random clothes into it without caring if it was actually his or not.
Tears were already falling down his cheeks but he ignored them, moving across the door. He grabbed the sleeve of Yoongi’s hoodie, trying his best to tug him to face him. But he didn’t turn, using more force to shove the clothes in. “Yoongi, please. Look, I’m sorry. Look, please.”
Jeongguk lifted one hand, rubbing furiously at the makeup on his neck with one hand, the other still tugging at his sleeve. Yoongi eventually turned around in frustration, and the first thing he noticed were the tears falling down his face, a rare sight on Yoongi.
But he was also confused, having turned to see Jeongguk sobbing while scrubbing at his neck with his hand. Part of him wanted to tell him to stop, he was going to hurt himself. But he shouldn’t really care anymore, right?
“Look! Look, I didn’t- I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Jeongguk begged through his cries, holding out his hand, fingers now covered in makeup that was also smudged across his neck. This only doubled Yoongi’s confusion, and he looked between the youngers hand in his face.
“It was- It was just a joke, I swear. Or it was going to be. We- we were getting ready and you… you came back early and you haven’t in months and I panicked.” He blabbered, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand. “I- I panicked that you’d be mad and I forced him to hide in the closet because we weren’t ready and- and I didn’t want you to be upset so I was going to make him leave when you went to shower and you never did and I didn’t- I swear , please. I wouldn’t do that to you, I shouldn’t have even thought of the joke and it was a horrible thing to do and it all went wrong, but I promise I love you, and I never-“
“Hey…” He heard, his chest rising and falling quickly. “Come on, breathe. Okay? Deep breaths, in and out.”
As upset and confused as Yoongi was, he still loved Jeongguk, and he couldn’t just watch him hyperventilate to the point he was almost passing out. Eventually the youngers breathing slowed down, and he looked back up at him.
“I- I wouldn’t. You know I wouldn’t, right? I love you, I love you so much.” He told him, reaching out. But Yoongi still had no idea what was going on. As far as he knew, he’d walked in on Jeongguk cheating on him with his best friend. But then what he’d assumed were hickeys had been rubbed off, and he was crying about how it literally hadn’t been how it seemed. And as distressed as his boyfriend was, he as too. So he pulled away from his hands, not missing the flash of hurt in his eyes.
“I… I know you do.” Yoongi nodded, chewing his lip as he slowly stepped further back. “But I don’t- I don’t know what to think, Jeongguk.” He told him, the name almost foreign on his lips, as he never addressed him by his full name. “But I do love you. So I’m willing to listen, okay?”
Jeongguk seemed to relax slightly at the fact that he was going to listen at least, even if he did seem further upset that he wasn’t letting him touch him. But he understood, after everything that had happened, what he must think. “Okay, okay… I-I’ll go get washed, and we can talk?”
Yoongi glanced down at the youngers hands before back to his neck, still confused by the colour having been wiped off, nodding. “Yeah. I’ll be on the couch…” He muttered, before turning to leave the room as quickly as possible, wanting to get out of there.
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When Jeongguk eventually came through to the living room after showering and changing, skin free of marks, Yoongi was sat up straight on the couch. He wasn’t even sitting comfortably either, and he briefly wondered if the older had moved from there since he’d sat down.
Yoongi hadn’t. He’d came right though, sat himself down, mind going so fast yet it was also blank at the same time. Was he cheating on him? Taehyung had been hiding, shirtless. They’d both had prominent hickeys. But Jeongguk’s were… fake? Were the ones Taehyung had fake too? Why would they have fakes ones? So they could pretend they were real for themselves, but clean all evidence away for when he got home?
These questions spun around in his mind, yet he couldn’t find the answer to a single one. Yoongi knew he’d been busy lately. He’d been working longer hours, trying to get an important project over with. It was taking longer than they’d planned, and Yoongi felt guilty every time he had to message his boyfriend he’d be out late again. But he thought he’d understood, thought he was still happy. Had he got been giving him enough attention? Had he just not been good enough anymore?
“...Hyung?” Jeongguk called out quietly as he sat himself down on the other couch, watching him carefully, worriedly. “I um…” There was a pause, the younger of the two opening and closing his mouth a few times, seeming unsure of what to say. “I don’t… I don’t know where to start, it sounds so stupid, but I just- It is.”
Yoongi took in a deep breath, giving a small nod. “Okay.” He said quietly, clearing his throat. His gaze didn’t dare move up to the other, his eyes trained on the coffee table they had. “Did I- Did I not give you enough?” He asked eventually, his voice hesitant. “Because I know… That I’ve been busy a lot lately, and not around much. But it- it was meant to be for us. It means a better job, once it’s all over. More money, and we can- we wouldn’t be living off barely anything.”
When he did dare look up, he was met with wide eyes, staring at him in complete shock. “What?” Was all that came from the youngers mouth, his mind trying to catch up with all the words. “You didn’t- That's not it, no. You’ve always gave me everything, so much more than I deserve.” He rushed out, wanting nothing for than to be able to make him understand without having to say anything.
“It wasn’t- It didn’t happen. Look, see?” Jeongguk went on, tugging his shirt down further to show off his indeed now completely clear neck. “Nothing happened. Nothing ever would. It’s Taehyung, of all people. No offense but he’s one of my best friends, I wouldn’t- I wouldn’t do that. The ones he had were fake too, everything was fake.”
Yoongi didn’t reply right away. He didn’t know how to. What was he meant to make of that? He eventually put words together, speaking up. “Fake? What do you- What does that even mean? He was… He was hiding in the closet, Jeongguk. His shirt was on the floor, and you tried to cover it up.”
Maybe he had made it worse, he thought. Or, he definitely had probably for better. “I was trying to hide him, I guess? But not because- not because of what it seemed like. I was… trying to prank you. But you came home early, and we weren’t ready so I just… Panicked, and pushed him into the closet.”
This only served to confuse Yoongi further, and he continued staring at him. “What was… the prank? That it involved all that, and it was so bad that I came home early? I wanted to see you, I don’t get the chance to go home early often…”
Jeongguk felt even more guilt hit him and he couldn’t take the other looking at him like that much longer, and his eyes flickered away, to the wall behind him. “We… We were going to put on the fake hickeys, and then lay cuddling on the couch or something, and um, pretend to be asleep for when you got home. Like we’d… accidentally fell asleep or something. But uh, I spilled makeup all over his shirt trying to get it on, and he had to take it off. He was going to put a clean one on but- but closer to the time, and we didn’t think… you’d come back then.”
There was another silence. Though this one felt… quieter, somehow. He contemplated speaking again, but before he could, Yoongi’s voice finally spoke. “So… You were going to pull a prank on me, to make me think you were cheating on me. But I came back too early. And I apparently ruined the prank, yet you’d still been able to make me think you’d been cheating. Right?”
Jeongguk didn’t dare speak up, not with the tone of voice he’d used, and instead slowly nodded in confirmation. Yoongi scoffed quietly, a weak sound, and lifted his hand up to rub his eyes. “Great, I thought so. Can I just ask… What is funny about cheating, Jeongguk? Because I don’t- I don’t see how you’d gain anything at all from that.”
“I don’t- um, I don’t know… I’ve seen people do it before so I, uh, thought maybe it’d be funny. I haven’t seen you smile in a long time, you know? I just- I just want to hear you laugh, and I thought maybe you would when you found it was just a prank…” The younger spoke quietly, picking at a loose thread on the couch.
“Funny? You think I’d laugh?” Yoongi asked, and when Jeongguk met his eyes again, he could see the tears clouding his vision. “Why would I find it funny? There’s nothing funny about having probably every self-doubt a person could have run through my head, and question if I was good enough to you, or why someone else was better than me. And then I find out it wasn’t real, and that’s- and that’s meant to make me laugh? When I realise you thought it’d be funny to make a person feel like that?” He went on, tears eventually falling down his cheek. “Well fuck you, Jeongguk. You’re young. You haven’t been in much relationships before, you haven’t been cheated on. Or you haven’t had people pretend to be cheating. You should be glad you don’t know what that feels like, because it’s not- you don’t… you don’t do that.”
His voice gave out in the end as a sob came through, and he turned his head down to the floor, placing his head in his palms. There was the sound of someone shifting around, before there was a gentle touch to his knee. When he opened his eyes, Jeongguk was crouched on the floor in front of him, looking up to him with wide and watery eyes. He knew he looked a mess, tears everywhere, cheeks puffy and eyes red but he didn’t care.
“I’m sorry.” The younger whispered, reaching a hand up to lightly cup the olders cheek, brushing a tear away with his thumb. “I’m so sorry, and I know that doesn’t make up for anything at all, but I am. I don’t- I don’t know what I was thinking. It’s not funny, and I should have thought more about it.” He told him, trying his best to keep his own voice strong. “I didn’t mean to hurt you like that, and I know I’m an asshole. But I’d never really do that to you, you know? I don’t want anyone else apart from you, and whoever has done it before, they really missed out.”
Yoongi let out a weak laugh, tilting his head to lean into the hand on his cheek, his own hands dropping from his head. “You are an asshole.” He agreed as Jeongguk wiped away more of his tears. “Just- Why couldn’t you prank me with making me think you were asleep already… but surprise, there’s a bath waiting, a nice massage, some good food, maybe some wine.”
Jeongguk smiled, laughing quietly. He was joking around. That was good, he wasn’t angry, or too angry, with him anymore. “I’m not that smart, you know.” He teased the older, shaking his head. “But I promise, no more pranks, unless they’re like those ones.” He promised, and he meant it.
Yoongi hummed softly, his own hands coming up to rest on the youngers shoulders where he was still crouched in front of him, leaning down to lightly peck his lips. He couldn’t have helped but miss the feeling, despite it only having been a little while. “Good.” He murmured, nodding. “And I- I promise, I’ll be home soon. We only have a little more left to do, two weeks of late nights at most.”
“Two weeks?” Jeongguk asked excitedly, and Yoongi could have sworn that he saw his eyes sparkle, and he’d missed seeing that. “And then you’ll be… home? More? Like, you’ll have normal working times again?”
“Two weeks.” Yoongi repeated, with a small nod in confirmation. “Two weeks, and I’ll be home. With a better job, that has better pay.” He told him, lightly. “And we can finally get out of this shitty apartment, and we can get a nice house. And it can have a nice garden. We can get a dog, like you’ve always wanted. Just like I promised you.”
Jeongguk sighed at the thought, and at how perfect Yoongi was. He’d always wanted only the best for him, never for himself. “Yeah?” He asked, a cheeky grin spreading across his lips as he spoke again. “And no neighbours right through the wall, so we can be as loud as we want, right?”
Yoongi rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help himself from laughing at him. “Mhm, as loud as we want.” He drawled playfully, leaning forward to peck his lips again. “Two weeks, I promise. Wait for me?”
Jeongguk was quick to nod, eyes flickering over the others face. He’d waited this long to have forever with him already, he wasn’t going to give it up now. He’d wait forever for Yoongi, if that’s what it took. He leaned up to gently press their foreheads together, pecking his lips again. “I’ll wait for you, I promise. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I love you, Gguk.” He whispered softly into the space between their lips, closing his eyes.
Jeongguk gave a quiet hum at the words, still holding his cheek like he was the most important thing in the world. Which he was. “I love you too. I always have, always will.”