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the sun has to stand on its tippy toes to peak in through the high windows of their bedroom, the lace curtains drawing a floral shadow pattern on the milky planes of yoongi’s back. jeongguk’s fingertip traces the outlines, admiring the path of goosebumps he leaves behind. yoongi’s face is hidden, turned away from jeongguk, and only a messy mop of raven hair is visible. jeongguk’s finger runs along yoongi’s spine from his lower back to his nape, long tattooed fingers tangling in the older’s soft hair. he scratches gently at the older’s scalp, warmth blooming in his chest when yoongi subconsciously leans into the touch.
it’s warm and comfortable, and all that jeongguk can smell is lavender, cedar wood, citrus and yoongi, yoongi, yoongi. the older is sprawled on his chest, his face pressed into their silky pillows, his legs tangled with their thin satin sheets. jeongguk takes his time admiring the way the shadow pattern dances across his lover’s milky skin as the wind blows through their curtains. it was almost hypnotizing— or maybe that was just yoongi. jeongguk lets his eyes close, letting himself sink into the warmth for a second before opening them once more, his eyes roaming over the mess they left behind in yesterday’s hurry. jeongguk’s clothes is scattered all over their hardwood floor but in the fleeting moment of it all, in the burning fiery passion of it all, he hadn’t cared.
the two of them had been a giggly slightly drunk mess as they had wandered the streets of their neighborhood, attempting to find their apartment complex. the only witness was the moon, the stars and the few birds that they had awoken. it had been a celebration— jeongguk had solved a case and yoongi had been proud, showering the younger with praise and kisses and i’m so proud of you ggukie and my baby bun does such a good job and i love you jeonggukie until jeongguk had been cherry red with a hint of peach across the nose, and yoongi had been honey sweet giggling, smiley and oh so fond. they had eaten a meal that jeongguk was sure cost half of yoongi’s bank account, but it was okay because what yoongi had was jeongguk’s and what jeongguk had was yoongi’s, and although the older had insisted on paying with a stubborn pout (that jeongguk easily kissed away), jeongguk knew that they shared everything until there was nothing left between them but warm body heat and lingering touches.
they had missed their bus, running down the busy eleven pm street, hands intertwined and bodies enveloped in laughter and warmth despite the cool evening air breathing down their necks. they had watched bus thirty five become smaller and smaller as it drove away, and it was then that jeongguk had decided to prove himself to the smaller man, hooking his arm under yoongi’s knees while wrapping the other securely around his back. yoongi had only protested slightly, his cheeks dusted summer peach and pout sugar plump before he’d wrapped his arms around jeongguk’s neck and dissolved into sweet sweet sweet giggles as jeongguk started running down the street. looking back it was kind of crazy, stupid idiotic, and oh so jeongguk to offer to carry yoongi the entire way to their home, never setting the older down despite his aching arms and the protesting hyung in his arms.
it wasn’t until they turned down the corner of their street, the stars twinkling at them in glee and jeongguk’s bunny smile on full display, that jeongguk put him down, the older’s voice thick and buzzing with alcohol as he laughed and tugged jeongguk towards their apartment complex. the world was rose tainted and jeongguk followed because it was yoongi, and he’d follow him anywhere. they had been a giggly slightly drunk mess as they rammed into the door of apartment twenty two, yoongi’s back hitting their bordeaux red wooden front door hard, jeongguk’s hands burning on his waist and his lips mapping out yoongi’s skin from his collarbone to his neck to his jaw to (finally) his lips, leaving yoongi panting and gasping, hurriedly fumbling for the keys, hissing when jeongguk pressed his knee in between his legs.
the door had opened behind them, yoongi nearly tripping backwards into their hallway if it hadn’t been for the arm looped around his tiny waist, holding him steady, always steady, always safe. jeongguk hurriedly stepped inside, pushing against yoongi until the older was pressed against the wall of their hallway (right next to that green spot jeongguk hadn’t had enough wall paint to cover). jeongguk chuckled, leaning back to look at yoongi— yoongi who was flustered pink, so so pretty in pink, panting with wide glazed over kitten eyes. jeongguk leaned in to pepper soft kisses along his jaw, so soft in contrast to the heated needy kisses he’d craved before, loving the way yoongi went pliant and lax under his attention.
they’d crashed into their bedroom like a hurricane without purpose, shaking up the room and making walls shake as jeongguk’s clothes was thrown haphazardly on the floor, yoongi’s discarded on the chair. they crashed into their bedroom like a hurricane with one purpose, their jeongguk’s back hitting the pillowy softness of their mattress as yoongi had somehow fought his way on top, sitting like a deer caught in the headlights on jeongguk’s thighs. he completely ignored his boyfriend’s overheating face, the pink hues flushing his skin as he admired his toned stomach, small pale fingers tracing his abs. jeongguk squirmed, gasping when yoongi leaned down to litter his chest in kisses and marks, pretty blue and pretty violet marks that were certain to stay for days, stay there, stay here, stay his. it wasn’t usually like this, yoongi didn’t usually take charge and if you’d told jeongguk about the events of the night, he would’ve laughed in your face and told you that he could easily flip the smaller raven haired man around— however, under yoongi’s petal soft touch and pillowy lips, he was weak helpless, and his muscles were rendered useless. it stayed that way until yoongi got so caught up in pleasure that he could barely focus, eyes teary and wide as he looked pleadingly at jeongguk, the younger immediately flipping the two of them around until everything was touch-warm, sun-warm, love-warm, love love love.
yoongi stirred beside him, letting out a low distraught sound as his hand started roaming jeongguk’s side of the bed, searching searching— there. yoongi’s hand wrapped pillow soft around jeongguk’s wrist, in the hold that was way too strong for someone who was still half asleep. jeongguk runs an experimental hand along yoongi’s side, chuckling when the older squirms away from the touch. after hesitantly doing it a few more times, his fingertips running up and down the older’s smooth sides accompanied by a sing-songed hyung, yoongi’s head suddenly shot up from the pillow, his head turning and then jeongguk is greeted with his favorite sleepy kitten eyes (even if they are glaring at him.)
jeongguk laughs heartily at yoongi’s expression, the older’s eyes sleepy and narrowed. yoongi huffs, snuggling himself deeper into the pillow. jeongguk lets out a hurried no, hyung! mixed with honey sweet laughter and starry eyes glinting in joy as he wraps an arm around yoongi’s waist, dragging him from his hiding spot. jeongguk pulls at yoongi until the smaller man is practically draped over jeongguk, whining and wriggling in protest although jeongguk can see the syrupy gummy smile threatening to break out on his lips. jeongguk smiles before sitting up and so also sitting yoongi up. yoongi’s head is titled backwards, resting on jeongguk’s shoulder with his eyes closed in blind trust as jeongguk placed soft kisses down the side of his neck, earning hums of content from yoongi. jeongguk chuckled when yoongi started going limp in his hold once more, “don’t fall asleep again, hyung, the others are coming later, we should at least try to look more put together than this.”
yoongi chuckled before stubbornly shaking his head, a pout on his lips as he nuzzled himself further into jeongguk’s warmth. jeongguk hummed, leaning back against the headboard and letting himself enjoy the moment. it was hard enough to convince himself to get out of bed, but the added warmth of yoongi resting against him certainly didn’t help. it wasn’t often that they had this much time— yoongi would often get caught up, lyrics and melodies floating around and lingering in the air around him, making it impossible for him to focus on anything else for days. it was only a few weeks ago that it’d happened the last time, the mere thought of it enough to make jeongguk’s heart twist with worry.
the door to yoongi’s home studio had been closed for days, not even opening when jeongguk would wander through the front door, throwing his gear on the floor in exhaustion. jeongguk had stopped dead in his track, body frozen as he listened for any sounds that would indicate yoongi being home, before he heard the dull sound of his keyboard. jeongguk sighed out, running a hand tiredly down his face attempting to rub the exhaustion out of himself. yoongi needed him. with that thought in mind, jeongguk threw his jacket and vest on the floor, well aware of how uncomfortable yoongi thought it was. he glanced down at himself, running a hand over his black sweater deeming it soft enough before slowly making his way down the hall.
“yoongi?” jeongguk had started out low, knocking softly on his door. he knew that startling the smaller man, or loudly interrupting him would only stress him out even more. when no response came, jeongguk huffed, knocking a little louder. this time he heard the sound of yoongi’s headphones hitting the desk, the office chair rolling back against the floor, the familiar sound of the lock beeping before the door opened slightly, revealing yoongi’s slumped over figure. his eyes were glazed over and half open in sleepiness, rubbing at them with his sweater-covered hands in an attempt to keep them open. his hair was tousled and he was drowning in one of jeongguk’s sweaters that he had worn earlier that week (it was coated in jeongguk’s scent), and sweatpants that hung baggily around his thin legs. jeongguk looked yoongi’s body over once before opening his arms with a warm smile, “oh honey.”
yoongi had walked into his arms without argument, which made jeongguk’s brow furrow in worry. normally it was quite a task to get yoongi out of his studio, the older refusing to leave before whatever beat or ad-lib he’s working on is perfect. when yoongi went along without a fight, it typically meant he was too tired to put one up. jeongguk chuckled when yoongi nuzzled into his sweater, soaking in the scent of pine and cologne that he could find on jeongguk, his body instantly relaxing. his arms wrapped tightly around the smaller as he waddled them both into the kitchen, lifting yoongi up on the counter as he heated some soup. wide doe eyes watched yoongi eerily. with the way he was swaying and yawning, jeongguk was afraid he might just topple off the counter and onto the floor. jeongguk poured the soup into a bowl before squeezing himself in between yoongi’s legs. he didn’t say a word, only tapping his jaw softly to get him to open his mouth, yoongi obediently eating the entire bowl before once more slumping against jeongguk’s frame. jeongguk guided yoongi’s legs to wrap around his waist as he carried him towards their bedroom, making a quick stop at the bathroom to brush their teeth, laughing quietly to himself when he had to brush yoongi’s teeth for him. as soon as yoongi’s head had hit the pillow (pillow = jeongguk’s chest) he was out as a light, and jeongguk followed soon after.
when it wasn’t yoongi’s work that stood between them, it was jeongguk’s. the younger’s phone could ring at any time because they needed backup or needed him to pick up an extra shift. jeongguk loved being an officer, he loved the rush and the adrenaline, he loved helping others and bringing justice. however, he also hated it. he hated how it took him away from his beloved, he hated when he’d get called into dangerous situations, hated the heartbroken and torn expression on yoongi’s face as he put on his gear, hated the sleepless and wrecked expression he was met with when he got home too. jeongguk was certain yoongi could remember his bad work days as well as jeongguk remembered yoongi’s.
it had been a bad day overall, however, the active shooter that had been wandering the local mall certainly didn’t make it better. jeongguk had been ready to go home when the calls had started raining in, his captain sending any team that was in the area and free to respond. jeongguk, guided by his heart and passion for justice, had begged his captain to send him and when seokjin had offered to join him, his captain kim had relented because he couldn’t possibly resist his husband (sergeant kim and captain kim were in love and it was gross according to jeongguk and jimin who worked as the captain’s assistant). jeongguk and seokjin had went, hadn’t gotten far into the building before the man was caught but he had still managed to kill over ten people, three of which were children.
with a heavy heart jeongguk stepped into their apartment, expecting to find yoongi snuggled up in bed. he had barely gotten into the living room before yoongi’s entire bodyweight came crashing into him, arms wrapping around his middle and pressing him snugly against the older. jeongguk’s entire body was shaking violently as yoongi guided him to the couch, sitting him down and running his fingers through his hair with quiet, reassuring and sugar sweet whisperings of you did great, ggukie and you did what you could.
“what are you looking so grim for?” yoongi asks, his eyes now open as he stares at jeongguk. jeongguk only smiles at him, shaking his head before kissing his jaw. yoongi slowly lifts himself from jeongguk’s hold, crawling to the foot of the bed to sit crosslegged in front of him. jeongguk watches with nothing short of adoration on his face as yoongi lifted the sheets in search of his socks, huffing in annoyance when he spots them on the floor. getting out of bed, yoongi quickly put on his socks before shrugging on one of jeongguk’s large t-shirts, turning to the younger with a hand on his hip and jeongguk just stares, “weren’t you the one saying we should get up?”
jeongguk let out a whine of protest, suddenly finding himself much more comfortable in the warm sheets— less so, without yoongi there but still soft and warm. yoongi grabbed onto the sheets and pulled, and although yoongi is small - tiny even - he’s strong, and jeongguk was slowly but surely being tugged across the mattress from the headboard to the foot of the bed, sugary sweet giggles flowing out his lips in sweet harmony with yoongi’s laughter. jeongguk sat up, his hair tousled and shot his best pout at yoongi who only ruffled his hair lovingly, pecking the pout away, “come on, gguk, jimin-ah said he’d come a little earlier so we really need to get ready.”
“fuck jimin-hyung,” jeongguk shoots out playfully, earning himself a gasp and a slap on the arm from yoongi, although the older is smiling all gummy, shaking his head at the pure disrespect. he never meant it, both of them knew that, never meant it when he whined and complained about his hyungs. especially jimin. jimin claimed that he was the angel that had lead yoongi and jeongguk to meeting and getting together, and he wasn’t all that wrong. ever since then, the small man had claimed special privileges much to taehyung’s dismay.
jeongguk had known jimin his entire life, the shorter man having always lived in the apartment above his. with nothing else to do, the two of them would send mail back and forth between their balconies with a small mail system they’d developed with a basket and a lot of thread. they’d been inseparable, going to the same school, in the same class, eventually heading to college together— only to then both go into the force to become police men. jimin was small, and it was something that had always humored jeongguk, especially when the older first told jeongguk that he wanted to be a cop too. jimin however could easily take down most officers in their precinct, including jeongguk, and he has an aura that makes everybody obey him, however— jimin gets some real weird cases. jimin believes, claims, that it’s because he’s tiny that they never give him really serious tasks but jeongguk is convinced it’s because jimin hasn’t been in action for a long time, spending most of his time as the captain’s assistance after a mission gone wrong had turned into jimin bleeding out on the street with a sobbing jeongguk next to him. when the older had miraculously survived, captain kim had kept him off the streets for a while and then began giving him weird, slightly dumb tasks such as—
jimin had knocked on the door of the stranger who’d gotten the noise complaint, ready to find a valentines party to shut down, however, as the door opened and their eyes locked upon the three panicked men in the room, they instantly knew it was more. the man who’d opened the door (who they later learnt was hoseok) had eyes as wide as saucers, his mouth hanging slightly open as he stared from jeongguk to jimin to the burning bucket in the middle of the living room floor. jeongguk had quickly pushed the man aside, leaving him with jimin as he grabbed the nearest blanket, throwing it over in an attempt to suffocate the fire. the two frightened and slightly panicked men on the couch (who they learnt were taehyung and yoongi) watched silently, yoongi’s cheeks burning in shame while taehyung’s eyes were aggressively eyeing jimin as he attempted to calm the now sobbing hoseok down.
it had been a forget-your-ex-bonfire gone wrong, and hoseok had apologized a thousand times although jimin and jeongguk had found it just slightly too hilarious to get mad. as it turned out, taehyung threw himself on jimin, and before jeongguk knew it, he was the wingman supposedly taking yoongi on a double date with them, and that was how jimin ended up technically being the matchmaker. it was also entirely jimin’s fault that jeongguk even texted yoongi after the date, the younger having stared at his phone for hours trying to decide what to send him until jimin groaned out a just send him the fucking heart emoji, jeongguk, i swear to god!
“he never stopped taking credit for that, you know,” yoongi huffs and jeongguk laughs, stepping out of bed to envelop yoongi in his arms, the older automatically leaning into it. their bedroom was a mess, but luckily none of their guests would have to go in there. jeongguk waddled the two of them to the kitchen, swinging them from side to side, the both of them giggling the entire time until their feet were planted in the middle of the kitchen floor, their eyes roaming over their somewhat decent looking kitchen.
“well, it isn’t bad,” jeongguk says as he gestured to the two dishes on the counter, and yoongi only smiles and walks to their coffee machine— their new coffee machine that seokjin had gotten them, along with the two hour course in how to grind your beans correctly and how much water to how many beans and— lets just say that yoongi and jeongguk can make a mean latte now, thanks to their very coffee addicted hyung.
“better do it right, or hyung might kill us,” yoongi mutters under his breath making jeongguk laugh from where he’s putting the bread on the toaster. the smell of coffee and burnt bread fills the kitchen along with the herbs from yoongi’s tiny herb garden and the dog food that he’d poured for min holly. it’s a strange combination and shouldn’t be pleasurable, but to jeongguk it was home. they stood in the kitchen, a comfortable silence thick between them, coating them in warmth and unspoken promises that lingered in the air, printed into the polaroids decorating their fridge. as yoongi moves to the fridge to get the milk that jeongguk needs in his coffee (or he won’t drink it), he stops dead in his tracks, eyes locked upon one of the polaroids, chuckling quietly to himself.
jeongguk moves closer although he doesn’t really have to go close to know which one he’s looking at. despite jeongguk being the youngest of their friend group, he and yoongi have still somehow become the parental couple of the group, right under seokjin and namjoon. and it showed, it showed so beautifully in the polaroid in the middle of their fridge. it was of taehyung, and he was standing in front of a photo wall that he had created for his exam project.
the wall had been small snapshots and cutouts from their daily life; it was a picture of jimin having jeongguk trapped in a headlock, the younger struggling to escape and a picture of seokjin looking worriedly at namjoon as the younger was cutting vegetables. it was a picture of yoongi being dragged out of his studio by an over excited hoseok with a heart-shaped smile on his face, and a picture of hoseok standing proudly with the dance students he was teaching. it was hoseok’s horrified face when namjoon had broken the new years rocket and it’d fired into the neighbor’s bush, it was jeongguk and yoongi being too caught up in each other’s lips to notice taehyung’s camera pointing at them, it was jimin in his hospital bed a couple of weeks after his work injury, deeply invested in a game of uno. it was badly taking photos when jeongguk had decided taehyung should be in some photos too, and it was millions of bad selfies where somebody was always half cut out, or blinking or facing in the wrong direction. it was a wall of pure chaos but it was them, and if yoongi cried when they went to his exhibition, nobody but jeongguk had to know.
jeongguk laughs as his eyes travel over the pictures, stopping at one certain polaroid of hoseok and taehyung freestyle rapping at namjoon and seokjin’s wedding, yoongi looking at them in exasperation in the corner. yoongi follows jeongguk’s gaze, he himself chuckling when he spots the picture before turning around in jeongguk’s arms to face away from the fridge, “it was horrible, you know.”
it was. jeongguk remembered it as if it was yesterday. seokjin was being sent into an undercover mission for god knows how long, and just like that, seokjin and namjoon’s wedding had gone from being months away to being the next day, and within minutes the seven of them had managed to get as many friends, half of their families and a random guy dressed as mickey mouse to attend their poorly decorated wedding. after a little too many drinks, taehyung and hoseok had thrown themselves over the karaoke machine, rapping a horrible version of drake’s god’s plan, before they slumped down in exhaustion.
“when we get married, we’re planning it better,” yoongi mutters, resting his head against jeongguk’s chest because he’s tiny and that’s just where it lands. jeongguk can’t help the grin that travels onto his face, making his cheeks ache as he leans back to look at yoongi, tilting the older’s head up.
“you wanna marry me?” jeongguk says with a huge smile, his cheeks dusted slightly pink, and yoongi only nods mutely before going back to nuzzling into jeongguk’s chest. jeongguk wraps his arms around him, squeezing as they sway back and forth until their toaster dings loudly, and jeongguk is forced to pull away from the once again half asleep yoongi, who immediately goes to check the coffee. the two of them migrate carefully towards their way too small balcony, carefully maneuvering their breakfasts onto the tiny table that had taken them hours to build even with the ikea manual. their balcony was tiny, and yoongi had to squeeze himself between the table and the railing to get into his seat, but it was perfect with a view over the park below, and all the dogs running around on the grass. every now and then yoongi would squeal and point to a dog, and jeongguk would merely chuckle at his boyfriend’s love for dogs.
it took them surprisingly little time to get ready after breakfast, their routine a practiced dance between them as they weaved in and out of each other’s embrace. when the door rang the first time, the two of them had been sitting comfortably on their couch, waiting for their friends to show up. they didn’t even make it halfway out the living room before jimin walked in like he owned the place, his bright smile and even brighter eyes shining as they always did. shortly after that came taehyung with hoseok in tow, hoseok excitedly sharing some gossip about some of his students as taehyung listens carefully with eyes as wide as saucers and a flushed cheeks as hoseok mentioned some man called jaebum who was according to hoseok positively into him. jeongguk and yoongi barely got to say hello before namjoon and seokjin crashed through the door, both of them looking tired and exasperated, bickering quietly amongst themselves until namjoon sighed and clung onto seokjin, forcing the older to let him have his way.
with a sigh, seokjin relented and namjoon smiled, earning himself a not-that-hard slap on the arm from seokjin. within seconds their quiet little paradise is turned upside down by noise; by namjoon and seokjin’s never-ending teasing as they bicker playfully with each other, by hoseok and jimin being loud as they tease taehyung about his obvious crush, and before jeongguk is pulled into the inevitable game of mario kart that he always wins despite jimin tackling him halfway through, jeongguk and yoongi lock eyes and say absolutely nothing and everything all at once; this is home.