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Jungkook trudged forward through the metaphorical trenches, shuffling slowly behind a middle-aged woman as they made their way down the center aisle of the plane, closer and closer to their seats. He was aware of Yoongi behind him not through voice, but by the occasional brushing of his bag against his lower back.
When they arrived to their row, he allowed Yoongi in first for the coveted window seat, mostly because he liked how pretty he looked with his headphones in, staring out into the expanse of sky. He was no artist, but he’d like to sketch it if he could, the sun painting the older man in pretty shades from dusky umber to powder blue.
He also used the bathroom more frequently. Logistics and all dictated he was middle or outer seat, depending on who they traveled with.
This wasn’t anything close to their first flight together, not even their first flight across the country this year, but Jungkook was used to their little routines to get through the experience. Jungkook using his larger body to push through crowds, Yoongi being the one to make sure they’d packed everything.
As usual, once they finally he had settled in, he was terrible at sitting still, not jostling his leg or moving about. Yoongi always grounded him, somewhat, often with a couple caresses to his thigh, thumb tracing circles, but today he couldn’t seem to shake the urge to fidget.
“Restless?” Yoongi hadn’t said anything since they started boarding; people were a very exhausting experience for him, especially in such close quarters.
“Always, but today more than usual.” He untangled one of Yoongi’s hoodie drawstrings for something to do.
Yoongi caught his hand, brought it up to his lips to kiss it. “I told you caffeine was a bad idea. Always makes it worse.”
“And I told you that I was up playing games with Mingyu until three in the morning and needed the boost to function or there was no way we were making it in time.” Jungkook grinned back at him. “You’ll just have to entertain me.”
Yoongi’s left brow rose. “If you’re suggesting the mile high club…”
With a laugh, Jungkook nudged him with his shoulder. “Gross, hyung! Unless you're interested... Besides, I refuse to give you a half-hearted fuck in a tiny ass stall while three people are banging on the door for us to hurry up, watching us in disgust was we walk out in a mix of pride and shame.”
“What a vivid imagination you have. Thought about this before?” Yoongi continued to tease; it was their favorite way to communicate affection, after all.
“I may or may not have a fuck-it list,” Jungkook paused for the pun to take effect, before continuing to elaborate further, “See the joke is that fuck-it sounds like bucket list and-”
Yoongi’s exasperated sigh was worth the setup. “I can’t tell what all in that is a joke and what is legitimate.”
“The list is real, if that helps. I have a few ideal scenarios we’ve yet to get to.” Jungkook had a sneaky feeling Yoongi was indulging him to help distract him from being so antsy, but he wasn’t about to call him out on it as it was not only fun, but succeeding. “Curious?”
Yoongi paused, biting a little at the corner of his lip. “I hate to admit it, but yes.”
Pleased, Jungkook pulled up his phone. “Great. It’s up to sixteen things so far.”
“Sixteen?” Yoongi chuckled. “Sixteen, really?”
“Not all of it needs a novel. Some are more musings, really. For example, number eleven is “Yoongi in lingerie,” which needs no further explanation.” Jungkook looked over, eager for Yoongi’s response.
The older man, clever as he was, schooled his face into non-reaction and said nothing.
“Not even a brow raise, a snort?” Jungkook exaggeratedly pouted. “How will I know if I need to start shopping? What colors to go with?”
Yoongi’s facade cracked with the smallest of smiles. “Black. For the contrast against my pale-ass skin.”
“Hot.” Jungkook grinned widely, making notes beside the entry on his list, only to be interrupted by the pre-takeoff instructions.
Despite his best efforts, he flitted in and out of the preamble. It was the standard spiel they got every time they flew and so there wasn’t much to absorb in terms of new stimuli.
Until the flight attendant addressed securing small items.
He felt his smile curling at the edges of his mouth like the grinch. Oh, was he in the mood to light that sort of teasing between them? It was a seven hour flight, after all.
Keeping his voice down, Jungkook leaned over as the attendant began discussing further safety protocols. “Hey hyung?”
Yoongi’s voice was even softer than his own, rule abiding as he was about paying attention. “What?”
“Do you feel safe? We’re supposed to secure small objects and all…” Jungkook’s grin was absolutely feral as he finished his comment; wild with delight.
If he didn’t know that this was how they always played with one another, Yoongi’s murderous stare would have worried him. But it was clear beneath it was amusement, however hidden. “I could get off this plane right now and abandon you to your family reunion alone. Or bring you there in a body bag.”
“If you want to get off the plane so badly, you must feel insecure. Here.” He tugged on Yoongi’s seat belt and smiled. “There. All safe.”
“But you certainly aren’t.” Yoongi feigned being continually upset, turning away towards the window. “I think your aunt has a doghouse I can throw you into, because you certainly aren’t sharing a guestroom with me.”
Jungkook whined, putting on his cutest expression with the jut of his lip, eyes wide. “But hyung…”
“Nope. Puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time.” Jungkook protested, but even as they made it up into the sky, Yoongi continued to ignore him, only through the reflection in the window could he see his smirk.
Jungkook pretended to retaliate, huffing and taking out his Switch. “Fine. I’m going to play Zelda and not be bothered at all.”
Yoongi didn’t respond.
But it only took them both a couple minutes of holding their ground to start laughing. Jungkook leaning his head on his shoulder, looking up at him fondly. “Wonder if anyone listening in thought we were really fighting?”
“They probably are still reeling over the lingerie comments, if I had to make a guess.” Yoongi kissed his hair, gaze all too fond. It made Jungkook’s belly feel warm, his chest tight.
Jungkook pulled his phone back out. “Oh, we never did start getting into the list.”
Yoongi laughed and shook his head. “You’re incorrigible.”
“And you love me for it.” Jungkook grinned.
“Sometimes.” Yoongi conceded. “But keep your voice down. The whole plane doesn’t need to know all of your kinks.”
-
Three hours into the flight, and Yoongi had predictably fallen asleep, not against the side of the plane as expected, but against Jungkook’s shoulder. His hair (currently a little too long, but Jungkook liked it that way), hid most of his face, but the rise and fall of his chest revealed how deep into slumber he’d fallen.
Despite having less sleep, the energy drinks he’d pounded this morning had done their job, meaning he wasn’t tired yet.
Sneaking a picture of his boyfriend, he pulled his Switch back out to play for real this time, comforted by Yoongi’s presence on his shoulder, in his life.
There were moments like this almost every day between them. Jungkook forcing the older man to awkwardly slow dance in the kitchen while Yoongi waited for his coffee to finish, domestic and hokey all at once. There was the inevitable act of putting socks on his hands while they did laundry to make little puppet shows about Jimin and Namjoon, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jin. Yoongi would throw balled up boxers at his head, laughing until his eyes crescented at the impressions.
Jungkook still felt antsy and restless in the seat, but there was contentment too. They were on a long and boring flight to see relatives, and yet he couldn’t stop smiling at the weight of Yoongi on his shoulder, the soft sound of his breathing in his sleep.
The older man shifted, Jungkook leaning over to kiss his hair. “You’ve got time. Just keep sleeping. I’ve got you, hyung.”
Yoongi mumbled briefly as he stirred. “You should sleep.”
“Can’t, but that’s okay. The view from here’s pretty great.” They’d closed the shade on the window over an hour ago. Jungkook brushed some hair from his face, staring down the bridge of his nose, the pink bloom of his lips.
Yoongi pressed a kiss to his shoulder, nuzzling in. “Sap. Love you too, Kook.”