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December thirty first.
A little over eleven pm.
23:13 to be precise.
Jeongguk doesn’t quite feel the cold sitting this close to the hearth. It glows golden in the dark night, fierce amongst the soft shadows of the trees. The meadow they’ve decided to settle down in is large, with deep green grass that’s turned crisp in the frozen winter air and with boulders sticking up from the ground every twenty feet that cast dark voids with the hint of glittering from the minerals, like dozens of mini galaxies theirs for the taking. The trees, all pines with prickly needles, stand tall against the backdrop of the night sky, like a protective shield from the outside world. Stars illuminate their little camp set up, reflecting on the bright red of their van with warmth, clear and bright. Everything here is so vastly different from Seoul, secluded and intimate.
Timeless.
That’s precisely what it feels like sitting here by the fire in the middle of a meadow in some Scottish woods. Timeless like the world has stopped save for their little space, like the guarding trees create a time warp, a fraction where everything stops, just for the two of them.
“Hey."
Jeongguk’s eyes snap away from the night sky to look up at Yoongi’s hovering figure. He’s dressed in his parka, oversized and warm, with his beanie covered head popping out to look at Jeongguk’s sitting frame.
“Hey,” Jeongguk replies with an exhale, an effortless smile settling on his lips. “You cold?” he asks despite already knowing the answer, and Yoongi bobs his head in a cute nod accompanied with a soft pout.
“I don’t get why we couldn’t have just rented a room tonight,” he complains, but as he settles with a thump next to Jeongguk on the log, eyes flickering up to the sky with equal amounts of awe as he had just a few moments ago, Jeongguk can’t help but think Yoongi feels quite the opposite.
“Why do I get the impression you kinda like it here, though?” Jeongguk muses, letting his half empty beer bottle sit on his lips.
Yoongi’s not looking at him anymore, eyes fixated on the deep purple and green hues of the night sky. The older wiggles his way closer to Jeongguk, nudging his arm to cuddle him. Jeongguk’s lips widen in it’s smile because he can’t fathom how this old man can quite possibly be older than five at the most. Jeongguk allows him to settle closer to his body heat, and embraces the older man tightly in his grasp. He’s met with a satisfied sigh, and Yoongi entangles their legs.
“I was looking forward to fucking in a warm bed for once, Jeongguk,” Yoongi says bitterly, voice muffled behind his parka, but Jeongguk hears him loud and clear and barks out a hearty laugh into the night. The fire crackles louder then, as if amused by Yoongi as well, and equally as warm as Jeongguk’s chest.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure the bed’s hot enough."
Yoongi snorts loudly, unattractively, yet Jeongguk finds it the most endearing thing he’s heard all day.
As the comfortable silence falls upon them, nothing but the faint sound of rustling woods and crackling hearth fills their space. The world whispers around them, softly, softer than in Seoul, but it’s comforting to know that this place right here, in their pathetically small camping site, is reserved for them.
Scotland had been an outrageous choice, especially at this time of year, but Jeongguk craved the adventure it could give, and Yoongi had loved the idea of traveling far and wide together. They’d started out in London, spending the very beginnings of their honeymoon in silky sheets and croissants for brunch until they’d fucked enough to last them a year.
And then they’d gone to Wales, to more rural places, spent nights in cottages and huts where their privacy was theirs and no one else’s. There, they discovered the real meaning of being together, just the two of them, with very minimal contact with the rest of the world. Their fucking had slowed to maybe twice a day, but it was slow, new, experimental within the confinements of their own cottage. And it was more than amazing.
Let’s go hiking, Yoongi had then said, knowing that was what Jeongguk originally wanted for their honeymoon, and Jeongguk had jumped at the chance, buying a rundown van for them to bunk in, getting matching hiking gear and cute couple thermoses for their tea, and both Jeongguk and Yoongi loved every second of it. Even the hearty fights were loved, because they grew with every obnoxious yell, as a couple, as individuals, because they had no where to go without the other.
Now, they sit together in the middle of Scotland, as cold as it is on the very last day of December, with beer and popcorn and each other as they wait in the new year, and Jeongguk couldn’t have wished for a better birthday present, Christmas present, and wedding present combined.
Jeongguk’s chest feels heavy thinking about the intimate moments, sexual and not so sexual, in the van. The way the van could fit the two of them so perfectly, cozily enough to snuggle into one another but still enough space to do whatever they wanted. The warmth within him feels almost overwhelming just from the feeling of holding Yoongi in his arms. Fuelled from the beer he’s drunken, the endorphins make him giddy, blood pumping loudly in his ears and colour bleeding into his mind, soul, and body.
He breathes in the comforting smell of his lover, his husband, his world, kissing the top of his beanie-clad head with a gentle peck, and Yoongi shifts to seek out his hand to hold. Warm fingers wrap around his cold ones, slotting perfectly despite the clumsy size, just like how Yoongi’s presence has slotted itself perfectly in Jeongguk’s life.
“I love you, you know that right?” Jeongguk whispers, beer laced breath fogging in the cold air around them.
“Otherwise you wouldn’t have married me,” Yoongi replies in his infamous sassy way, and it brings a kilowatt smile onto Jeongguk’s face.
“I could’ve done it for the money.”
Yoongi snorts again, and Jeongguk’s heart pulls in every direction.
“That’s my line. I’m the broke one."
The wood in the fire collapses suddenly, making Yoongi yelp and jump in surprise. The tiny shiver makes Jeongguk laugh vehemently in shaking puffs around his husband’s small frame.
“I kinda like you too,” Yoongi eventually says when he’s settled again, mumbled and small against Jeongguk’s chest.
“Good. Otherwise this would’ve been kinda awkward."
It’s Yoongi’s turn to laugh, and it sounds beautiful in its breathy and scratchy way, like an old record of some beloved classic song that’s been played on repeat for many years. It warms Jeongguk’s entire being, all the way to the tips of his fingers and the soles of his frozen feet.
“What do you think 2017 will be like?” Jeongguk asks, more to himself, but it doesn’t matter if Yoongi hears him, because Yoongi is practically a part of Jeongguk anyways, a part of himself.
“I think an apocalypse will break out,” he says, and Jeongguk laughs with his head tilted back, “I’m kinda hoping to see the undead come to life and rip my flesh into shreds. Wouldn’t that be an awesome way to go?” And as Jeongguk’s laughing, Yoongi looks up with a twinge in his eye, amused and proud of himself for making his husband laugh. It’s the same look he has every time Jeongguk smiles wholeheartedly at a compliment on his cooking, or whenever he lets Jeongguk win just to see him jump around in joy. The proud look in creating happiness in Jeongguk, the happiness in sharing joy with your most loved one.
Jeongguk is overcome with love for a steady moment, looking down at Yoongi’s gummy grin. The way he stoops down to capture Yoongi’s lips with his own is only natural, the swell of happiness and affection too much to contain in just a knowing look. Yoongi tastes like the very first time they kissed, sweet and subtle like the way he smiles, with a faint hint of what Jeongguk’s come to call ‘home’ at the tip of his tongue. Yoongi opens his mouth to let Jeongguk in without hesitation, bravely letting Jeongguk steer the kiss deeper. Soft is Yoongi’s tongue when they meet, wet and smooth in the way they slide over each other like the thousands of times before, but exciting and just as captivating as the first time.
Jeongguk guides his free hand up Yoongi’s side after he settles his beer bottle on the ground, grounding himself at the floating feeling of kissing Yoongi. A moan, low and unsustained, escapes Yoongi’s lips as Jeongguk’s hand settles on his cheek. Jeongguk relishes in the flushed skin, hot under his cold fingers from a creeping blush, and tilts his head further to lick further into Yoongi’s mouth.
Yoongi suddenly stops the kiss, taking Jeongguk aback when a leg swings over his lap, and then he's straddling him on the log, thighs warm and comforting on Jeongguk’s, his weight on his crotch appealing enough for Jeongguk to lick his lips. He looks up to meet Yoongi’s gaze and all he sees in the dark light is the softness from overwhelming affection entwined in dark fiery seduction.
This is his husband, his partner for the rest of his life, the one he loves the most, above all else, in the world. His world, settled snuggly in his lap, in his grasp, fragile yet unbreakable, beautiful yet imperfect, right there, in front of him. Jeongguk bites his bottom lip, forcing himself to swallow the lump in his throat, careful to not blurt out how much he truly loves this man, Min Yoongi, his husband, in a stuttering, blubbering, incoherent mess.
Yoongi’s hands find their way to Jeongguk’s parka's zipper, and Jeongguk stares bewitched at the subtle concentration in his face. The zipper slowly unzips, the cold Scottish air seeping into Jeongguk’s clothes, but he’s transfixed by the way slender fingers look so elegant doing such a simple task. He wishes he could worship those hands, lick every knob of a joint with care, and suck on them with a gentle tug, but he leaves those ideas for another day.
When the parka fully unzips, Yoongi’s warm hands find their way onto Jeongguk’s chest, heavy and steady in the way they ground Jeongguk’s mind, soul, and body to this very moment between them. Jeongguk exhales loudly when Yoongi’s fingers slide up his pecks, barely brushing over his sensitive nipples, to then snake around his neck. Jeongguk is pulled in for a chaste kiss between raw lips, an action not enough to sustain the constant craving he has for this man, and Jeongguk reaches up to kiss Yoongi properly. Yoongi moans into the kiss, surprised by the roughness Jeongguk puts in.
His hands make due on Yoongi’s parka until it too is unzipped, then hands hover over Yoongi’s jeans clad thighs, slow in their path to his slim waist. Yoongi breathes tensely into Jeongguk’s mouth in anticipation, grip tightening around Jeongguk’s neck to which elicits a strangled growl from him. Fingertips skimp over hot skin, teasing Yoongi for hitched breaths, until finally they grip earnestly at his lush ass. His husband moans as he tips forward onto Jeongguk, their chests meeting in laboured breathing, foggy clouds appearing around them. Yoongi’s eyes are filled with a flickering golden light, much like the fierce crackling fire behind them.
In one swift moment, Jeongguk pulls Yoongi’s entire body closer, sliding their crotches to sit snuggly together in their compromising position. Yoongi moans staring directly into his soul, a sound that has shivers running up Jeongguk's spine and up until the hairs at the back of his neck stand up. Jeongguk himself gasps at the much needed pressure, the feel of Yoongi’s pulsing cock, strained and bulging in his jeans, against his own fully hard member is almost too much, yet for all the same reasons, all too little.
Yoongi is the one who starts rocking back and forth gently, careful to find the right amount of pressure to keep Jeongguk on the edge of begging for more.
“Yoon-gi,” Jeongguk breathes out in a broken moan, hands tightly gripping Yoongi’s flexing behind for dear life. He slips one hand in between them to unbutton Yoongi’s jeans, and Yoongi moans at the liberating feeling. But much to his husband's momentary confusion, Jeongguk doesn’t grip his member to pump him into completion. Instead, he slides his hands down Yoongi’s hips, under the waist band of his underwear, to knead to soft flesh of his ass, gripping tightly to the burning skin with a hunger only Jeongguk as a married man has come to know. Yoongi groans loudly, sensitive to Jeongguk’s rough touch, and captures his tongue in an open mouthed kiss.
It’s wet, breathy, filled with moans and tongue sucking, just like how Jeongguk likes it, and Jeongguk’s cock throbs in his own jeans. The seams from his underwear rub right under the head of his cock, right where he is the most sensitive, every time Yoongi snaps his hips forward. Their rhythm is steady, enough for Jeongguk to gasp every time Yoongi grinds in that small, twisted dip he likes to do, and Jeongguk thinks he could most certainly get off being dry humped into oblivion like this, but there's a little part in him that doesn’t quite want to do that.
“Do,” he breathes into Yoongi’s gasping mouth, “do you wanna get off like this?” he asks laboredly, hands engulfing a cheek each as they help Yoongi grind down harder.
“Do you wanna fu-uck me?” Yoongi tries to say but his sentence is disrupted with a loud moan in the middle. He sounds absolutely amazing to Jeongguk, even better when his voice engulfs the meadows and echoes back into his ears like cat-like licks.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk dips his head back and closes his eyes as he imagines how amazing his dick would look slipping in and out of Yoongi’s pulsating asshole, all wet and slick and raw. He feels how his balls begin to constrict tightly, the coiling in the bottom of his stomach a tell tale sign that he could most definitely come like this, dry humping each other like a pair of horny teenagers.
Yoongi, the little teasing fucker, comes in close, until his lips brush up against Jeongguk’s ear and whispers, “I want you to fuck me raw, Jeongguk,” as if he’d been reading his mind.
Jeongguk wills Yoongi’s rocking hips to stop, and Yoongi quickly hops off his lap, bulge large and proud in his unbuttoned jeans. It has Jeongguk swallowing harshly, trying to calm himself down from coming just at the sight of Yoongi aroused and painfully constrained, but his husband yanks him off the log before he can think of how beautiful that cock actually is, how beautiful it’ll look naked, bobbing to the beat of their harsh thrust.
Before he knows it, they’re already inside the warm van, and Yoongi’s pulling off Jeongguk’s parka impatiently. Soon enough, Yoongi’s ripped off both their shirts and is now making his way to unbuckle Jeongguk’s jeans. Nimble fingers find their way around offending constrictions like a pro, like this is something they’ve done over a thousand times, and Jeongguk almost forgets that they quite possibly have. It always feels new, exciting, giddy, every time Yoongi undresses him, as if they aren’t actually married but rather teenagers embarking on an exploring journey. But then Jeongguk sees the silver band gleaming on Yoongi’s left ring finger as he pulls Jeongguk’s jeans down his hips and thighs. It stands stark against Yoongi’s skin, a label, a promise to Jeongguk’s mind, soul, and body, for the rest of their lives, and it overwhelms every cell in Jeongguk’s body, sending him into overdrive when Yoongi’s fingertips touch the skin of his muscular thighs.
“Fuck, I love you so much, Min Yoongi,” Jeongguk swallows his pride and surrenders to the growing affection in his lungs. “Like, fuck.” He can’t ever express himself, but Yoongi always seems to understand. Yoongi’s fingers leave Jeongguk’s thighs and rip his jeans off roughly, throwing them away, and then steadies his hands on the moving muscles of Jeongguk’s shoulders. The look in his eyes speak tenfolds, practically screaming how much passion flows behind them, and the tiny flick of his tongue against his reddened lips only proves to Jeongguk how much want he has for him too.
“I, Min Yoongi, say 'I do' to you, Jeon Jeongguk, until death do us part,” Yoongi whispers slowly into the stuffy air of the van, those very same words he let echo on that very day in that very church back in Seoul. His vow, his commitment, his promise to Jeongguk’s mind, soul, and body. “I shall love you, will love you, as I love you in this very moment, for the rest of our lives, more than the world can ever understand,” Yoongi stares with his fierce eyes, mouth only a breath away from Jeongguk’s own, and then whispers “regardless of occupation, health, wealth, and most of all, gender.” And then their lips seal in a kiss that marks the very same commitment to each other as on their wedding day, the day they became one in mind, soul, and body.
But this kiss is far less innocent than the chaste one they shared at the alter. This one is all tongue and saliva, wet, hot and glorious in its open mouthed way. Yoongi sucks on his tongue like his life depends on it, nips at his lips like he’s never tasted anything so good, and moans loudly like he wants Jeongguk to go as crazy for him as he is for Jeongguk.
Jeongguk’s hands easily find their way onto pale, hot skin, craving to touch every part of Yoongi’s body like he’s exploring unfamiliar territory. He lets his fingers slide up Yoongi’s back until his hand curls around his shoulder, then he pushes Yoongi down onto the floor of the van carefully. They settle easily into each other, Jeongguk’s body tucked in between Yoongi’s legs, and Yoongi moans loudly into his mouth at the comforting pressure of Jeongguk’s body on his.
Jeongguk finally slips Yoongi’s pants off swiftly, and then their cocks are pressed together with only the fabric of their underwear left in between. It’s hotter grinding like this against each other. Jeongguk can feel the veins of Yoongi’s dick rub against him, the pulsing blood stronger now, and a hungry growl emerges from the back of his throat.
“Where’s the lube?” Jeongguk asks when his breathing become too laboured again. He sits up on his knees to let Yoongi reach for the clear bottle in one of their bags, and gingerly slips off his boxers. His cock springs up heavily from its confinements and Jeongguk relishes in the feeling with a breathy exhale. Heavy in his hand, he gives it a lazy tug, careful not to brush that one spot right under the head or else he’s finish too early.
Yoongi quickly slips off his own boxers with a loud groan at the sight of Jeongguk naked, a muttered, “Fuck,” on his lips as he shoves the bottle into Jeongguk’s grasp. Yoongi turns around, settling on his forearms and his knees spread wide for Jeongguk.
“Ugh, Yoongi,” the sight of Yoongi’s puckered hole, pink and throbbing as his husband clenches and unclenches has Jeongguk groaning. He uncaps the bottle quickly, lacing his fingers with a good amount of lube, and braces his entire being for what will happen next. Yoongi’s breathing is ragged as he pushes his hips back, an indication for Jeongguk to hurry the fuck up, and Jeongguk might’ve laughed given any other time at Yoongi’s impatience.
Instead, he caresses Yoongi’s left cheek softly, spreading the beautiful flesh to get a better look before letting his fingers slide from the back of Yoongi’s balls up to his rim. The van is captured in a loud moan as Yoongi hides his face in his forearm, and Jeongguk stares mesmerised at the tightening muscle of his hole. “Jeongguk,” he whines loudly, high pitched in the second syllable, and Jeongguk can’t bring himself to tease as much as he usually does.
One finger slips in easily into the tight heat, so Jeongguk adds a second quickly before Yoongi can beg, pumping slowly in curling motions until the van is filled with harsh, whiney breathing. When a third finger is added, Yoongi moans loudly and starts rocking back on Jeongguk’s fingers with vigor. The flesh of his ass bobs in that salivating way, and Jeongguk's cock throbs. He wraps a hand around his dick, breathing heavily through his mouth at the sight before him, and quietly asks god how he got so lucky.
“Fuck me, Jeongguk,” Yoongi moans impatiently, and Jeongguk doesn’t need to be told twice. He coats his cock in lube, twisting his grip as he pumps himself, biting down a desperate moan himself, and puts a steady hand on Yoongi’s hips.
“Ready?” and Yoongi only breathes a laboured ‘yes' in reply. Jeongguk lines himself up with Yoongi’s hole, the feeling of pulsating heat at the tip of the head making him swallow roughly. Slowly, Jeongguk presses past the rim, eliciting a long, drawn out moan from Yoongi as he inches in. Wind is pushed out of Jeongguk’s chest the deeper he situates his cock inside Yoongi, impossible heat and tightness engulfing his aching member until Jeongguk has to steady himself against the van wall to keep from collapsing. “Fuck, you feel amazing, babe,” he says through gritted teeth.
He waits until Yoongi gives him the okay to move, then he slowly pulls out again, gripping his cock at the base, until only the tip is caught in the rim. He fucks Yoongi slowly, angling his dick up because he knows Yoongi loves that, and smiles proudly at himself when Yoongi’s breath staggers out a high pitched moan.
“Oh, yes, right there, Jeongguk,” Yoongi growls, voice deep enough to make Jeongguk’s insides rumble in pride.
Jeongguk watches as his cock, covered in glistening lube, slides in and out of Yoongi just like how he pictured, mesmerised by the sight. It feels amazing, Yoongi clenching around his member like he craves to be fucked long and hard. Every ridge inside Yoongi, flesh against flesh, has Jeongguk biting his lip raw, until copper spills into his mouth and he’s left bare to his loud groans.
“Faster,” Yoongi moans, and Jeongguk steadies himself to snap his hips forward harshly. It has Yoongi hiccuping his name, louder each time Jeongguk thrusts faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin has Jeongguk’s body almost shaking, the smell of arousal thick in the air alongside Yoongi’s whiny sounds feel like blissful heaven.
It’s excruciatingly stimulating, yet Jeongguk can’t seem to stop himself from wanting more. Every moan that he fucks out of Yoongi comes from deep within, vibrating through his husband’s body until it surges through Jeongguk’s dick. It doesn’t help at all that Yoongi loves to clench tightly around his cock, making his ass tighter and tighter as it sucks his cock in for each thrust.
Jeongguk leans back, bracing an arm on the fogged up window, and slows his pace to snap his hips powerfully upwards. Yoongi collapses on the mattress, arms giving out at the feeling of having his prostate pounded over and over again. Silent moans fall from his wide open mouth, the look of absolute pleasure in his furrowed brows and sweaty forehead and rosy cheeks. Jeongguk’s chest swells at the sight, pride and love and infinite affection for Yoongi in that very moment.
“Jeong-guk,” Yoongi breathes wanting him to stop his dragged out thrusts, but Jeongguk wants to see Yoongi come undone like this.
Jeongguk shifts his eyes to where his cock slides perfectly into Yoongi’s eyes, swallowing the large lump forming in his throat. He focuses on the pulsing veins of his penis, dark and prominent as disappear into Yoongi’s ass. He focuses on the shiny lube that looks sinful and slippery and fucking amazing. He looks at Yoongi’s reddening asscheeks, bouncing as Yoongi rocks back as best he can. He focuses on the hot insides clamping down on him, on how the head of his cock slips out only to break the seal again and disappear, and fuck me.
Yoongi’s thighs begin to tremble, desperately trying to stay up for every thrust Jeongguk fucks into him, and Jeongguk curls an arm around his waist to hold him up. Closely, like this, Jeongguk can see each an every freckle splattered across his husband’s back, beautiful and covered with sweat. Up close, Jeongguk sees the shift in Yoongi’s light muscles, straining at the feeling of being properly fucked. And up close, Jeongguk can hear, the breathing, the whispers of Yoongi’s desperate moans for release.
Just as Jeongguk’s heart swells with pride at making Yoongi chant his name like a saving mantra, he snakes a hand around Yoongi to pump his throbbing cock. Yoongi’s body stutters as he moans a loud, “Fuck!” in his raw voice. The veins, equally as prominent, strain in Jeongguk’s fist. Precum drips from the tip, oozing to slick his grip up. Yoongi’s breathing turns high pitched, his back arching into the mattress as he pushes his ass up into Jeongguk’s thrusts. Jeongguk keeps his grip tight, teasing in how he doesn’t swipe over his husband’s slit quite yet, and Yoongi cries at the frustrating feeling.
“Come for me baby,” Jeongguk says, leaning forward to whisper in Yoongi’s ear. Sweaty chest and sweaty back, they fuck slower but harsher for every upward thrust, and Jeongguk finds it hard to keep his balls from tightening. “Come for me,” he whispers breathily with a tight twist of his thumb over the head of Yoongi’s cock. Yoongi whines high pitched into the air, gasping for a breath. “I know you want to,” Jeongguk deepens his voice, grinding his head into Yoongi’s prostate and twisting his grip around his cock at the same time.
As if by command, Yoongi’s body stills in a loud gasp, tightening all around Jeongguk as he comes fiercely onto the mattress. Jeongguk thrusts hard into his tight heat, breathing laboredly as he keeps jerking Yoongi off, until its all too much for him too. He sees fire when he comes with a loud growl of his husband's name, ropes of white spilling deep inside Yoongi, and every muscle in his body tightens at the euphoric orgasm.
They breathe laboredly, in sync as they try to come down from their high. Still sweaty, very much together, they fall slack, tired, exhausted, tingling in every nerve.
“Oh, wow,” Yoongi finally says after a long pause of recaptured steady breathing. They lie next to each other, staring at the ceiling as their bodies regenerate. “That was - fuck."
Jeongguk laughs breathily, understanding completely what he means. “I know,” he responds, reaching out with a lazy hand for Yoongi’s. Meeting him halfway, Yoongi laces their fingers together, and Jeongguk tugs to have them rest on his chest, right where his heart beats harshly from both the powerful orgasm and the overwhelming affection for this man. “Thank you,” he finally says, contentment and sincerity in his words.
Yoongi laughs loudly, voice scratchy and completely fucked out. “For the good fuck?”
It makes Jeongguk chuckle breathlessly, but he shakes his head ’no'. “For marrying me.”
Suddenly, the night sky outside erupts into a million shades of bright colours, fireworks from the town not too far away painting reds and blues and greens and golds against the backdrop of the stars to inaugurate the new year. Yoongi, of course, jumps at the sudden interruption, eliciting a rumbling laughter out of Jeongguk’s chest. Annoyed, Yoongi smacks their intertwined fingers harshly against his chest, but it only has Jeongguk laughing harder, fire spreading within his chest.
“You are absolute adorable,” Jeongguk whispers when his laughs are reduced to a wide grin. Yoongi looks at him with a pout on his lips, adorable indeed, and wiggles his way closer to Jeongguk, until their damp skin touches and Yoongi’s head can rest soundly on his shoulder.
“Thank you too,” Yoongi then says, barely above a whisper. Jeongguk’s smile widens impossibly.
“For the good fuck?” Jeongguk’s smacked again but he’s pretty sure there’s a wide and amused smile on Yoongi’s lips too.
“For marrying me, you idiot,” Yoongi whispers, no doubt embarrassed at their impossibly sappy nature, and Jeongguk can’t help himself from placing a chaste kiss on his husband’s head, hugging him tightly as the night sky illuminates. And he thinks to himself, what a wonderful start to the new year.
January first.
Timeless indeed.