[yoongi/jungkook] ; the stars

[toughkookie]

jungkook can't help feeling like his life has completely turned itself upside down all over again. sometimes it gives him whiplash. sometimes he feels like it's too much, like he's too young to have dealt with this so many times. like the last few months were some bizarre whirlwind, like now he's about to travel back in time. but in the end things are good now. he's happier than he's been in a long time, so he'll take it.

at least, in the grand scheme of things, he's happy. as a general, he's happy. but on a smaller scale right now he isn't happy. he's exhausted, more or less, all sore limbs and not enough sleep because once he started packing up his apartment, his perfectionist nature took over and it's only been a couple of days but everything except the necessities are already boxed up and ready to go. it's unnecessary work and jungkook knows it; he isn't actually moving for another week and a half, or something like that. but having it out of the way is a small relief, or at least it will be once he gets the last of it sealed up.

the time difference is something that he doesn't even really have to think about anymore. he's so used to it now that mentally checking the time where yoongi is every time he gets or sends a message is like second nature, though it doesn't always mean much. he's still on a break from regular schedules and jungkook knows that, just like he knows that his boyfriend has no concept of a regular sleep schedule and doesn't seem to harbor any desire to pick one up, either. so he doesn't pay any mind to the fact that it should be way-too-late-o'clock where yoongi is when he flops down on the floor in between a small pile of boxes and grabs his phone, pushing his hair out of his eyes. it's looking all kinds of terrible and doesn't feel much better between his fingers, kind of fried and roots grown out and shit, he did make that appointment to get it redyed, didn't he?

he can worry about that later. for now, he focuses on opening his messaging app and shooting yoongi a small string of texts to vent his frustration.

i hate this

this is the worst

why did i let you convince me to do this

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[starrystarrynight]

Yoongi knows it sounds incredibly mushy, which is something he doesn't actively try to be in most situations, but it's also simply the truth. Everything the boy did was perfect, everything he gave to him was perfect, everything about this night has been perfect...well, save for throwing his back out. He definitely could have done without that part of the night, but it doesn't really matter anymore, and it doesn't really hurt so much either. He supposes he has Jungkook to thank for that too, leaving his body all loose and warm and pliant, practically melting back against the bed. As sleepy and content as Cypher on a sunny stretch of carpet, and just as hungry for affection that takes minimal effort.

Thankfully, the kid's got him covered on that front too, doing all the work for him. Yoongi sighs at the way Jungkook slides over to cling against his side instead, his limbs a nice, familiar weight as the boy nuzzles against his neck, lightly tickling the sensitive skin. It sinks in all over again, how long it's been since they've been able to do this, something as basic as just laying like this together, and it immediately has Yoongi reaching to wrap an arm around the boy's shoulder. Pulling him in even tighter, needing the security of it, the feel of it. Needing to know that this is going to be the norm again.

"I know," he murmurs, easily falling into the same thoughts. The light kiss has the corner of his lips tugging, feeling that same warmth travel through every single part of him. He'll never really comprehend how he existed without this, without him for so long, and god, he doesn't think he'll ever comprehend what he did right to deserve getting him back again either.

"Can't believe you're actually coming back home...it feels like I've been waiting forever." Fingers trace absent-mindedly against Jungkook's skin, massaging gently at his shoulder as his mind wanders. And then his voice dips, gets a little quieter.

"..is it still what you want?"

[toughkookie]

it's funny, how it all just works out. funny how jungkook had no idea yoongi was going to show up on his doorstep today, no idea he was going to end up in bed with him like this and yet it all just feels like the most natural thing in the world. feels like it hasn't been years since the last time they had this luxury, like he hasn't been pining over yoongi pretty pathetically for the last few months since things really got back together again, waiting for the chance to have this again. it's all surreal, every single last piece of it. it feels like a dream, but it's the kind of dream that he definitely doesn't want to wake up from. he'll gladly stay forever if it means more time like this, wrapped up in absolutely everything min yoongi, feeling more comfortable and content than he has in a long, long time.

but it isn't just that. it's safe, a kind of safe that only yoongi can give him when he pulls him even closer, lets out contented sighs and jungkook knows without needing to hear it that it's the same. it's stupid to think that either one of them ever could have assumed that this wasn't what they were supposed to do, where they were supposed to be. jungkook isn't an overly sentimental person, even less so than yoongi, but he knows without even a shred of doubt that yoongi is home. always has been, always will be.

his eyes are closed by the time yoongi murmurs out his response, keeps going, sharing his thoughts. he isn't exactly sleepy but he can't help himself, giving a pleasant hum of his own at yoongi's fingers tracing over his skin, something he'll gladly soak up more of.

the question makes him open his eyes again, makes him pull back slightly, just enough so that he can meet yoongi's gaze. and when he does it's like jungkook is considering him, taking a moment to take it in before saying anything at all. "you think i would have packed up my entire apartment if i wasn't sure?" it's teasing, a light quip just because but a second later his tone drops as well, matching that quiet seriousness.

"of course it is. i love you. and besides, i'm sick of just sitting here missing you all the time. i dunno about you, but it's getting pretty old."

[starrystarrynight]

Yoongi can't really explain why he asks it. It seems especially silly and irrational and unlike him to do so now, after Jungkook's already packed away his life here to start a shared one with him. After they've spent all night wrapped up in each other, making up for lost time. After Yoongi felt, more so than ever before, that this is exactly what he needs. What he'll always need. And of course they've talked about this plenty of times ever since Yoongi first brought up the tentative suggestion of Jungkook moving back to L.A. There was no hesitation at the time, no hesitation since then. Just full steam ahead, and excitement, and longing, and diminishing frustration over the long distance that actually had an end in sight, that they could both see ahead of them.

Deep down, Yoongi knows this is what Jungkook wants. There's no reason to have any doubt. There's no barrier in having total confidence and trust in the younger man. But even so...he just has to do this. Has to hear the answer, has to see the truth for himself. Has to know that Jungkook wants the same future together.

It's just like his boyfriend to dip into sarcasm, the familiar back and forth between them that has Yoongi giving a playful little slap to his shoulder. Maybe for someone else it'd be easy to dismiss the small tease, the casual ease of his words on the surface as something insincere, but Yoongi knows him better than that. There's nothing joking at all about the way Jungkook's looking at him now--just open, honest, a reflection of the same love burning inside of him. He's powerless against those three words falling from the boy's lips. The first time he's heard it today, felt this giddy, overwhelming fullness he can't even come close to describing, can't even try to push away.

And yeah--he knows now.

"I love you, too," he murmurs as if the feeling just can't contain itself, tugging lightly on Jungkook's shoulder to brush a kiss against his lips. Because he's helplessly head over his heels. Because they are. Because pretty soon there's not going to be any missing at all, only this, as many touches and kisses and moments and laughs and adventures as they please, and why waste any more time? "Good thing we're changing all that."

Because it's just the beginning.