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Yoongi taps his finger on the mouse in concentration, he’s fidgety, restless, and staring at a monitor for hours on end does things to you. His eyes are bloodshot, overworked, but he’s not giving up just yet. The mix is almost done, it’s on the tip of his tongue, his hand can almost reach for that perfect hook and he can call it a day.
Namjoon, notebook open filled with nothing but his penmanship. He sits on the couch of Yoongi’s rental studio, drained from sitting in a dark room with nothing but the sounds of clicks and taps of Yoongi’s mouse and keyboard floating in his ears is somewhat torture for a someone who is craving sunlight and nature such as Namjoon.
But it’s pouring rain today and Namjoon forgot the key to his apartment, again, and Seokjin isn’t coming home anytime soon. So here he is, crashing Yoongi’s place because why not, they’re working on a song anyway.
The thing is, Yoongi isn’t finished with his part of the work, basically producing the instrumental, the base of the piece. Yoongi tends to lose himself in his work, immersing himself solely on whatever project he’s working on until it’s his perfection. He doesn’t want, need help when composing so Namjoon feels his presence and input slightly futile, even though Yoongi assures him, all the time, that he matters. So Namjoon stays because Yoongi believes in him.
And Namjoon also believes in breakfast for dinner because oh my god he’s so fucking hungry right now.
He gets up from the couch, gets Yoongi’s attention with a pat on his shoulder from his notebook.
Yoongi turns around in his swivel chair, eyes blinking rapidly from being pulled away from staring at his monitor for several hours.
“You’ve worked on this all day, hyung,” Namjoon says, “let’s go eat out, my treat.”
“M’fine,” Yoongi’s words slur, “go on without me.”
“We’ve been sitting here for five hours,” Namjoon crosses his arms, “at least I have. Have you been stuck here all day?”
“Not all morning.”
“I smell lies.”
“I’ve been here,” Yoongi scratches his head, “all night too.”
“You haven’t gone home since yesterday?!”
“Time flies, ok, Joonie,” Yoongi slouches back in his chair, rolling his wrist around to stretch them out, he’s been hunched over his computer all day. “and now that you’ve broken me out of my stupor, I’m starving.”
“Good. I was never going to take no for an answer. I was going to drag you out of this room whether you liked it not.”
“You don’t have to worry though, about taking me out,” Yoongi informs him, turning back around to his computer to shut it off. “I’m expecting someone.”
“Oh, you’re so obvious.”
“I’m what?”
“I’m expecting someone,” Namjoon mocks, “just say Jungkook’s coming.”
“How would you know,” Yoongi leans back in his chair, “it's actually, Tae.”
Namjoon makes a loud buzzer noise. “Wrong answer.”
“What? Wrong answer?”
“Tae is out with Jimin right now,” Namjoon explains, “I was literally texting him an hour ago. Also he’s been tweeting non stop about the club they’re at.”
“Detective Joon, at it again,” Yoongi claps, slowly, sarcastically. “exposing me with my lies. You’re contributing to society by cracking down who comes in and out of my studio with a hasty deposition. Iconic.”
“Shut up, hyung,” Namjoon sits back down, “I’m just saying you could have told me you’re waiting for Jungkook.”
“So you can tease me.”
“I just think now that you guy’s live together is a big step in your relationship,” Namjoon says. “And you two are just the cutest people together and when can I come over for dinner parties—“
“Ok, go, leave now.”
There’s a knock on his studio door. Yoongi doesn’t move from his chair, yet he always does when someone comes over. But it’s not necessary for this person because after a few knocks, the beeping sound of pushing buttons comes right after and a click of the door unlocks revealing familiar fluffy hair, big doe eyes, who sticks his head inside.
“Namjoon-hyung!” Jungkook enthusiastically reacts, smile brightening just a little wider. “you’re still here? I thought you would have left already. Thanks for sticking with Yoongi-hyung until night.”
“It’s no problem, we both lost track of time.”
“I wish I brought more food,” Jungkook steps inside the studio, plastic bag in hand, “I should have bought more food. I can still go out and get more? Or we can order?”
“No, it’s fine, don’t worry about me, Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon begins to pack up. “I just texted Hobi if he wants to grab dinner together, I don’t want to keep him waiting.”
“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks, insistent.
“I think he needs you right now,” Namjoon pats Jungkook’s shoulder. “He’s been working too hard and you’re the only person that has the power to help him chill the fuck out.” Namjoon grins at Yoongi’s scowl. “I’ll see you guys.”
Namjoon leaves and Jungkook takes over his hyung’s spot on the couch immediately.
“Was he here for that piece you said you would be working on all night?” Jungkook asks. He takes out the contents of their take out and hands Yoongi his portion.
“Yeah, he already has lyrics down, written so much already I just wanted to get this perfect, get this sound perfect for him,” Yoongi explains, taking bites of food in between pauses. “I really want him to be featured, but maybe I’m taking too long, but I want it to be perfect.”
“Don’t stress yourself out so much, hyung,” Jungkook munches on his food, leaning back into the couch. “when we get home, we can unwind, have some wine, and watch your favorite cat videos until we fall asleep.”
“That sounds amazing,” Yoongi groans.
“That’s why I’m here,” Jungkook winks at him. “And when your new studio is finished with it’s renovation, then we can enjoy juicy mandu’s there.”
“I won’t have a window in that studio, Kookie. I’m not letting you stink up the place with fried chicken cause you want to have dinner with me in there.”
“Then I guess we just, you know, have to get you out of that studio when I’m hungry and I want to eat dinner with you.” Jungkook eats the rest of his food with a smug grin and all Yoongi can do is stare.
“So I don’t stay long, hm,” Yoongi nods. “Ok, you got me.” Yoongi chews thoughtfully on a piece of chicken. “Are you excited about graduation?”
“Yeah, I’ve accomplished a lot these past four years,” Jungkook nods. “I graduated with honors, my last payment was for my cap and gown, and I got to move in with my boyfriend, I think they were all worth the wait.”
“Moved in with a boyfriend? Sounds promising, sounds like a keeper too, don’t you think?” Yoongi plays around, humoring Jungkook.
“Well it made no difference when we lived apart. I was always at his place anyway,” Jungkook nonchalantly mentions. “and now we have a place together that’s not near our university, a place that’s our own and have a fresh start in our lives. Cause you know,” Jungkook takes a sip of his drink, “we both work for the same company now.”
Yoongi's eyes widen and Jungkook, although not looking at his older boyfriend, enjoys his reaction so much, all his attention now on him.
“They accepted you?!” Yoongi stops eating. “Oh my god, they accepted you! I knew it, you’re just an amazing dancer, and now you’re going to choreograph to songs I produced, we’re really a power couple.”
“I just got the acceptance call this morning, hyung. I wanted to tell you right away,” Jungkook grins hard. “But you never came home.”
“Shit, I’m the worst,” Yoongi cursed to himself. “Let’s finish eating and get home, I just want to spoil you with love.”
—
When they leave the rental studio, it’s to full tummies and a detour for a romantic stroll down the path near Han River, enjoying the night breeze. Their hands laced loosely, just a bit apart where Jungkook swings their hands back and forth.
It’s wonderful, calming. It’s Jungkook’s request, take a stroll because the rain had stopped and an opportunity to have the world feel like it’s theirs alone walking down the empty path, illuminated only by the streetlamps.
“This place really gets quiet after it rains,” Jungkook observes the area, deserted of any other passerbys.
“It just rained so it makes sense,” Yoongi shrugs.
“But that’s also why you love it here,” Jungkook says. “where it’s just you and your thoughts, alone.”
“Yeah, it’s calming, really nice,” Yoongi sighs. Jungkook smiles at him, bumping into his shoulder as they walk. Yoongi laughs. “But I like it better when you’re with me.”
“I like being with you.”
They continue to walk in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying them with no care for anything and everything. Yoongi needed this break.
“I’m going to love doing this often,” Jungkook inhales some of this night's fresh air, loving the breeze grazing their faces.
“And what’s that?”
“Picking you up from your studio and walking back home with you after work cause this,” Jungkook swings their hands again. “is really nice.”
“And if I fall asleep in the studio?”
“I’ll carry you back.”
“Or I have to find a new rental studio?”
“Unlikely, but I’ll take the long way with you.”
“And if I’m just stubborn?”
“Doesn’t mean I won’t be stubborn too,” Jungkook wiggles his brows. “I’ll annoy you until you come back home with me.”
Yoongi cackles. “You’re not annoying.”
“But you are stubborn, that one’s true,” Jungkook giggles when Yoongi’s free hand comes to pinch a ticklish part of Jungkook’s side. “But you wouldn’t let me walk alone, you would never let me walk alone.”
“Of course, cause I need to fend off the bad guys for you obviously,” Yoongi jokes and pretends to aggressively flex.
“Yes, that’s exactly why,” Jungkook grins. “But I think it’s because it’s me, right?”
“What do you mean?
“You like me.”
“That’s even more obvious!” Yoongi holds onto Jungkook’s hand tighter, tugging him to his side closer so they’re shoulder to shoulder. “I’ve always loved you and will love you always.”
“And I know that, I know that so well,” Jungkook squeezes his hands back, tone losing it’s playful banter. “you showed me time and time again how much you loved me, even when you were scared.”
“Because I didn’t think you loved me back,” Yoongi says, much softer. “I was a mess.”
“You thought you were a mess,” Jungkook rectified, already feeling Yoongi’s emotion’s of the past resurface slightly. “all you needed was someone to understand and listen and to reach out to you.”
“I never thought I would ever meet a person who knew me better than I knew myself,” Yoongi brings their hands up to his lips and gives a chaste kiss to Jungkook’s knuckles. “you really took a chance on me.”
“I didn’t take a chance,” they stop walking altogether. Jungkook facing him, staring straight into lovely eyes, worried, but waiting, wanting to hear Jungkook. “I took an oath to myself, to someone who I connected with in ways I can’t describe that always leave me speechless. I took an oath to stay, to change when we grow old together. The only chance I took was never for you but for us, you would never let me give up anything just for you. But the thing is, if this was about you, you were always a given in my life, never an option to choose. You’re more than just that.”
Jungkook can see Yoongi’s lips quiver slightly. “And you say can you can’t write poetry or lyrics without Joon and I, you’re going to make me cry.”
“Oh, are you? I’ll kiss your tears away, baby.” Jungkook brushes a thumb over Yoongi’s cheek.
“You’re cheesy and I take it back, you’re also annoying,” Yoongi sticks a little tongue out.
“I know I am, Jin-hyung has told me a million times already.” Jungkook laughs.
“Jeongguk-ah, be annoying but I will still find you and love you no matter what. You have an effect on me that’s slow, sweet, and so intoxicating I can’t help it. You mean the world to me that I can’t even make sense of it sometimes. You mean to me in ways my songs can never describe, because it’s just the feeling, it’s just a feeling that feels so so right, it feels exactly like love, it feels like you, Jungkook.”
“Mmm, I like that, like that a lot,” Jungkook hums.
And Jungkook let’s go of Yoongi’s hand, but instead slides both of his hands down until they reach Yoongi’s waist, pulling him close, embracing him. Yoongi places his arms on Jungkook’s shoulders, fingers playfully brushing with the ends of Jungkook's hair, just the way he likes it too. He starts to sway with Yoongi, making him laugh, but going along with him in the deep dark of the night with only twinkling street lamps.
“Any song request?” Yoongi asks.
“Nah,” Jungkook shakes his head. “I just want to exist with you, in this silence, like it’s just us in this world.”
“Mmm,” Yoongi closes his eyes, enjoying just swaying, slow, in little circles, being pulled in and giving himself to just Jungkook, just Jungkook.
“You know, you said I mean the world to you in ways that you can’t make sense of?” Yoongi nods, staring up at Jungkook now. “Growing up, I’ve struggled with being so afraid, afraid of not being accepted for who I am, of living the life I want to live or taking for granted what life has in store for me. I’ve always had the drive, the passion to keep striving for my dream because I don’t believe in giving up yet I was afraid, that I will be hated, that I was doing things wrong, I just don’t want anyone to feel like I was feeling, like they weren’t accepted too.
It was hard emotionally, but you took my hand, you led me down a road of courage to believe in my own choices again, a bridge over my insecurities when I felt I was at my lowest, and through a winding path to accept that I am who I am. I’ve felt alone in this big city, even if I was surrounded by people I loved, doubted myself over irrational fears because no one ever came close, no one ever came close to connecting, understanding me best until I met you.”
Jungkook has to close his eyes, inhales again and stares back at the glossy eyes that mirror his own.
“I’m inspired by you day after day, and I want to grow up to be a better person than I was the day before, to never let insecurities and fears control me. But if it becomes too much, if I can’t bear it on my own, I’ll go to you, because you hold my hand and tell me each and every time it’s going to be ok, to live, to exist, and to take a moment for me because I matter. I didn‘t fall in love, I’ve always been in love with you.”
Yoongi runs his hands through Jungkook’s hair and tears fall from his face silently. He looks at every inch of Jungkook’s face, his round, pink tinted cheeks from the cold air, his eyes that stare back longingly, like he’s been holding back those words in for since forever, and then his parted lips, finished and waiting on Yoongi to do anything, say anything.
So Yoongi pulls him down and they kiss softly, slowly, just like how they’ve done everything when it comes to them, to life, to love.
And then Yoongi pushes Jungkook, catching him off guard and watching Yoongi run across the grass and stop right in the middle.
“I AM IN LOVE WITH JEON JUNGKOOK!” Yoongi screams.
Jungkook stares, shocked, yells back, “HYUNG!”
“We’re going to be together forever! I want to be with you forever,” Yoongi says from across the grass. “And I want the world to know for just this moment that love exists between us, even if some people can’t accept it.”
“Hyung, you’re crazy!”
“Only about you!”
“Marry me!”
And Yoongi stops moving, stops breathing.
“Marry me!” Jungnkook repeats, unfazed. “I want to have a celebration, even if it’s unofficial, even if it’s just us, or our families, or Namjoon, Jin, Hobi, Jiminie, and Taehyungie. Even if it’s just in our new apartment, I just want to slow dance with you, eat our wedding cake together, and be with everyone we love for one day because they love us as much as we love each other.”
“Let’s get married.”
Yoongi runs back to pounce on Jungkook who catches him, spinning him and kissing him harder, more desperate and needy because they want to be closer, needing the touch and embrace of each other to satisfy their skyrocketing elation and thumping hearts.
Jungkook lets him go, but they remain close. Jungkook pulls out a ring from his pocket and slides it on Yoongi’s fourth finger on his left hand and he’s bawling again. He never stops crying, but Jungkook is there to kiss each tear away. The ring fits perfectly and it feels exactly like forever.