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Before Our Happily Ever After

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Seokjin met Yoongi a few days before his sixteenth birthday. But contrary to popular beliefs, it wasn’t magical, nor was it love at first sight. Seokjin spent the night before procrastinating over his 1000-word reflection paper on his Introduction to Psychology class and his sole source of energy that day was the cup of coffee he bought from the overly expensive coffee shop next to their school. He was already upset about paying an extra dollar for his dose of caffeine, and settling for bitter coffee rather than his usual green tea. Add that to his lack of sleep and the stress building up from preparing for their annual college entrance exams and it was more than enough to make him grumpy and hiss at anyone who came his way.

Coincidentally, that was the same day fate decided to throw Yoongi at him, literally and figuratively speaking. He was on his way to his first class of the day, piles of paper in one hand and his bitter coffee on the other when he felt himself bump into a person who was a few centimetres taller than him. It would’ve been okay if their shoulders just made contact and then they went on their own merry way, but of course, he just had to step on his shoelaces and the other person just had to turn their shoulder the same time Seokjin lost his balance.

Seokjin had felt some of the hot liquid spill on his hand, but the majority of it went to the other person’s clothes. He bowed his head as low as he could and mumbled an apology, mentally computing how much a new leather jacket and a white shirt would cost, but it got abruptly disturbed by a loud string of curses.

“What the fuck are you fucking doing, you clumsy ass?” the person yelled out, pushing Seokjin by the shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spill my coffee on you,” Seokjin tried to explain, back still curved downward, but the taller one only snorted at him.

“Your fucking apology won’t bring me a new shirt, bastard.”

Seokjin finally straightened and scanned the person from head to foot with a piercing glare, “oh I wouldn’t worry too much about your shirt. I’m sure my cup of coffee is worth more than that ugly knockoff.”

The guy lunged forward, but Seokjin was quick to sidestep and escape the punch almost thrown at him. When the stranger looked back at him, Seokjin smirked and raised his middle finger before going inside his classroom, haphazardly throwing his now empty cup at the general direction of the trash can.


On the day of Seokjin’s sixteenth birthday, he bumped into the asshole again, wearing the same leather jacket and the same white shirt. The only difference that Seokjin noticed was the hideously shiny and thick chain around the person’s neck.

Seokjin made a move to turn around to avoid any conflict with him, but before he could even move forward, someone had already grabbed his elbow.

“Isn’t it funny how I’ve never seen you in my entire stay in this shithole but the moment we crossed paths I see you everywhere?” the raspy voice asked him, turning him around.

Seokjin rolled his eyes and hastily removed the grip on his elbow, “if you’re here to make another scene then I suggest you waste someone else’s time. I have essays to write and I still haven’t finished my lab activity for my Physics class so if you’ll excuse me—“

“Calm your tits, coffee boy. I didn’t come here to argue with you.”

“And you calling me names is such a good way to prove that, huh?”

The other person raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, “well if I knew what your name was I wouldn’t resort to name-calling.”

Seokjin scoffed but still offered a hand, “Seokjin. My name is Seokjin.”

“Min Yoongi,” the guy said, taking Seokjin’s hand in his with a smug smile. “You may not believe this, Seokjin-ssi, but I’m not as much of an asshole as I seemed to be the other day.”

“I’ve been here for four years of my life. I’m pretty sure you’re an asshole all the time,” Seokjin retorted, holding the strap of his bag.

Yoongi laughed at him then, placing both hands back in his pockets, “shouldn’t you, of all people, understand how stressful senior year is? Besides,” Yoongi pulled something out of his pocket and offered it to Seokjin, “I got you something. As an apology or whatever.”

Seokjin looked at the little rectangle with a tilt of his head, “you don’t do this often, do you?”

“I don’t, so you better accept this gift card. These things don’t come cheap, you know.”

“I suppose you’re expecting me to give you something as well?” Seokjin asked, scanning the gift card. It wasn’t much really, but it was enough to get himself a decent lunch for that day.

“Nah,” Yoongi leaned back on the lockers and smirked, “I almost punched your pretty face and wasted your coffee. The least I can do is to make sure you get another cup to get you through the day. Maybe get yourself a sandwich as well.”

Seokjin finally allowed himself to smile at the other, “you know for someone who’s dressed as a bad boy wannabe, you sure are pretty soft.”

Yoongi looked down to his outfit and chuckled, “it’s a statement.”

“You mean an awkward phase in life.”

“Whatever, at least I’m not wearing hoodies with outrageous designs to school.”

Seokjin pulled on his blue Bugs Bunny hoodie, presenting it to Yoongi, “this is outrageous to you? Have you seen those hideous chains around your neck?”

“It’s a fashion statement!”

“Says who? Even my dad would refuse to wear that, and he’s at least forty years older than you.”

Yoongi lowered his head and shook it slightly with a small smile blooming on his lips, “you’re pretty sassy for someone who was just given a gift.”

Seokjin shrugged playfully, “don’t act so cocky, Min Yoongi. This gift card isn’t even worth a lot.”

“You can’t expect much from a broke high school student,” Yoongi exclaimed, making a move to retrieve the card from Seokjin’s hand. “Give it back, you ungrateful twat.”

“I thought you’d give up the insults once you knew my name?” Seokjin teased, pocketing the gift card so Yoongi can’t get it back.

“Yeah, well, I changed my mind. You’re pure evil and you don’t deserve a cup of coffee.”

“Aw, c’mon Yoongi-ssi,” Seokjin stretched his arm out and hooked it around Yoongi’s shoulder, “consider this as your birthday gift for me.”

Yoongi turned his head to face Seokjin, eyebrows shooting upward, “today’s your birthday?”

“Sweet sixteen, baby!” Seokjin grinned at him, “so what do you say? Let me keep the card?”

“Only if you treat me to lunch.”

“I’m free this Friday after class.”

Yoongi cheekily offered his pinky at Seokjin, looking down at him and emphasizing their height difference, “deal.”

Seokjin laughed and linked his pinky to the other, internally shaking his head as he let himself befriend the same jerk that almost punched him a few days ago.

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Oddly enough, Seokjin and Yoongi became the best of friends after that funny little incident despite being polar opposites. The two of them would often hang out with each other after classes — be it at the mall to play some arcade games or go window shopping, at the theatres to catch a movie, or at the library to catch up on their assignments and review for their college entrance exam. They didn’t have any class in common, so they only had after school to be together, or during lunch breaks. But even that was often compromised due to how different their circle of friends were. 

Still, Seokjin made sure he spent at least three times a week after school with Yoongi, and Yoongi made sure to check in on Seokjin every day via text or a quick visit to his current classroom. If he was in a great mood, he would even buy Seokjin his favourite tea along with a cheesy pun written on the cup sleeve.

Eventually and unexpectedly, Seokjin finds himself falling for Yoongi. Not like in the movies where it’s slow and gentle like a leaf falling from its branch at the peak of autumn. He fell in love with his best friend the way an avalanche slides rapidly down from the highest mountain and wreaks havoc on anything and everything in its path; unplanned, unwanted, and impossible to ignore. 

Which could have been adorable and romantic had it not been for the fact that 1) Seokjin had always thought that he was straighter than the ruler he keeps in between his Calculus book; 2) Yoongi shags anything that moves and has a hole; and, 3) even if they did miraculously work things out, they’re bound to separate when they go to college, which was a few months away.

Obviously, the safest choice was to either stay away from Yoongi or keep his feelings to a bare minimum. But Seokjin had always been the type of person to let his heart rule his mind rather than the other way around, so he ended up letting his feelings stay while still keeping the same distance from Yoongi, if not closer.

Thankfully, his acting skills — albeit in a beginner’s level back then — was enough to assure Yoongi that everything was alright between the two of them, so for the next few weeks, Yoongi remained clueless. 

Unfortunately, this also meant that Yoongi’s playboy tendencies continued, maybe even worsened as their high school days were coming to an end. Seokjin could have sworn that Yoongi had fucked every single senior in their school at least once, and maybe a couple of juniors and sophomores as well. 

Not every senior, Seokjin-ah, his evil mind reminded him.

Min Yoongi had in fact, helped every single senior reach the seventh heaven. Everyone but Kim Seokjin himself. 

Though he supposed — or at least he’d hoped — it was because their newfound friendship had become too precious for Yoongi to ruin over a good fuck. That or Yoongi just didn’t see him in that light.

Either way, that little fact pained Seokjin’s heart and pride too much for his liking. But who was he to complain? If anything, he should be thankful Yoongi isn’t making a move to get him to bed because heaven knows he’ll end up doing something incredibly stupid if that were to happen. 

‘But wouldn’t it be better for you to know how he is in bed before you two part ways?’ he heard the demon on his left shoulder say. 

“No it wouldn’t,” he whispered to himself while he tried to ignore the taunts and temptations from said imaginary demon. 

‘It actually would,’ the angel on his right side added.

Seokjin violently shook his head and tried to bring his attention back on the equation in front of him. If he knew being friends with that leather-jacket-loving asshole would make him start seeing imaginary demons and angels on his shoulders, he would’ve just turned around that day. Or transferred schools. Or maybe even bought a ticket to Alaska so he’s certain they’d never cross paths ever again. 


And speaking of the devil. 

“Seokjin-ah!” Yoongi yelled out again, running towards Seokjin’s place by the little playground beside the basketball court. 

“Hey, Yoongi-yah. How was the— aw! What the fuck is your problem?” Seokjin exclaimed, rubbing on his arm that just got slapped by the younger. 

“You said you’ll watch me play!” Yoongi whined, placing his hands on his hips. 

“I didn’t say I’ll watch you play. I said I’ll be here to support you.”

“How can you support me when you’re on the other side of the park? You can’t even see the court from here!”

Seokjin raised a brow before closing his binder and putting it back in his bag, “distance doesn’t stop people from supporting others.”

Yoongi huffed annoyingly, “that’s such bullshit.”

“Michael Jordan is literally on the opposite side of the world but that didn’t stop you from supporting him.”

“That’s different! I idolize him.”

“And who’s to say I’m not idolizing you?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and curved his lips inward, trying to stop himself from smiling, “you’re full of shit, Kim Seokjin.”

Seokjin finally stood up and flicked the younger’s forehead, “I’m still older than you.” He scanned Yoongi’s entirety, from the black headband that’s barely keeping his freshly bleached hair intact, his sweaty forehead, his flushed cheeks, his drenched white shirt under his red school jersey, to his red basketball shorts that only went until his knees which were covered by his black knee pads. “And taller,” he added just to hide the fact that he was just blatantly checking his best friend out. 

Yoongi jutted his lower lip and crossed his arms against his torso, “finally hitting puberty at the end of our senior year doesn’t give you the right to suddenly act like the tallest man in the entire city because trust me, you’re far from that.”

Seokjin doubled over and laughed squeakily. Height was always a sensitive topic for Yoongi, especially since he was significantly taller than Seokjin during their first encounter. He was always bragging about it to Seokjin, shaming him for being the smaller of the pair despite being older. But then biology decided to play a cruel joke on them and Yoongi — despite how physically active he was as their school’s basketball shooting guard — stopped growing while Seokjin gained a couple of inches over their winter break. 

“So much bitterness in a tiny body,” Seokjin teased, ruffling the younger’s hair, which Yoongi was quick to shake off. 

“You’re a bitch.”

“Thanks, I got that from you.”

“Did you seriously just go to my game to diss me?” Yoongi hissed, tilting his head back so he could glare at Seokjin. 

“And for moral support,” Seokjin quickly placed a finger on top of Yoongi’s lips when the younger made a move to interrupt him. “And I was kinda hoping I could treat my best friend slash South Korea’s number one shooting guard out to dinner.”

Yoongi smiled against his index finger, showing his gums to Seokjin, which only made his legs turn to Jell-O. “As long as you’re paying.”

Seokjin feigned confusion as he withdrew his hand, “who said I was talking about you?”

Yoongi shoved him after that and stomped his feet like a child before walking away. Seokjin chuckled loudly before grabbing his backpack and wrapping his arm playfully around Yoongi’s neck. The younger tried pushing him away weakly, but was quick to give up and, soon enough, found his way around Seokjin’s waist. 

“You really are an evil twat,” Yoongi told him while nudging Seokjin with his entire torso. 

“Shouldn’t you be over the whole name-calling phase by now?”

“Old habits die hard, Jinnie. Besides—“

“Yoongi oppa!” a shrill voice cuts in, making the both of them turn around and, to Seokjin’s disappointment, pull away from each other. 

“Hey!” Yoongi said loudly, waving at the girl who was running towards their direction. Seokjin quickly scanned her from head to foot and winced as soon as her cheerleader uniform registered to him. 

“New toy?” he asked his best friend, unable to mask his bitter tone. 

Yoongi smirked as he watched the girl running frantically towards him, “she’s a freshman. Can you believe it? Heard Hwansung tried to woo her but she turned him down.”

“Let me guess, she didn’t want to do anything with him because she fell in love with you the minute her eyes met yours?” Seokjin said sarcastically. 


Seokjin sighed and shoved his hands in his pant pocket, “I’ll never understand the hype around you.”

Yoongi chuckled as he opened his arms to welcome the girl, who was heaving against Yoongi’s neck. “Maybe if you didn’t limit your preferences to a girl, you’d see where all these people are coming from.”

Seokjin bit the inside of his cheek, eyes trailing down to the girl’s bare waist, which was getting caressed by Yoongi’s hands. “I’d rather fall in love with a spoon than learn how to like someone so incapable of proper human emotions.”

Before Yoongi could even look back at him to question what he meant, Seokjin was already running away. He didn’t have a destination in mind. All he wanted — needed — was to get away before he said something else. 


Seokjin was never good with the whole transcribing one’s feelings into words activity, so he decided to just keep his mouth shut and desperately attempt to avoid Yoongi. Which shouldn’t be hard since Yoongi was always holed up in their gym or at the basketball court while Seokjin’s nest was in their theatre stage or the school library. But Yoongi had his whereabouts figured out down to what bathroom he prefers going to, so Seokjin had no choice but to face him despite his thoughts still sadly jumbled up in his mind. 

“Why are you avoiding me?” Yoongi demanded, blocking Seokjin’s way when he made a move to escape the younger’s confrontation. 

“I’m not avoiding you,” Seokjin said nonchalantly, trying to come up with an excuse in case Yoongi brings back their postponed dinner plan a few days ago. 

Yoongi puts one hand on his hip while he used the other to start counting, “you haven’t replied to any of my texts, you ran away from me yesterday when I tried to approach you after your psych class, you didn’t answer my phone call the night after my game, and now you won’t even look me in the eye while I list the reasons as to why I’m sure you’re avoiding me.”

“I’m not avoiding you,” Seokjin repeated as he forced himself to meet his best friend’s gaze. “Really.”

“That’s complete and utter bullshit and we both know it. So why don’t you do us a favour and tell me the truth?”

“Yoongi please I—“

“Did I offend you when I entertained that girl when we were on our way to dinner?”

Seokjin forced himself to keep breathing, “of course not.”

“Then why did you run away?”

“I didn’t want to witness you shag the girl. No offence to you both. I’m not a voyeur.”

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, “I wasn’t going to shag her. I was just supposed to acknowledge her, maybe have small talk, and then I was gonna tell her that I already had plans. But you ran away before I could even open my mouth.”

Seokjin pursed his lips and squeezed his eyes shut, “that’s not my fucking point,” he whispered to himself, turning to his side. 

Yoongi followed him and held onto his forearm, “then what is? Come on, Seokjin-ah. I won’t be able to fix this if you won’t tell me what’s wrong. I can’t even apologize because you won’t tell me if I did or said something that offended you.”

“Just,” Seokjin opened his eyes and looked past Yoongi, “leave me alone, Yoongi. Go back to your new toy. Or go fuck her boyfriend, her friends, her friends’ friends. I don’t give a flying fuck. Just. Leave me alone. Go away.”

Yoongi’s eyes suddenly shifted from worry to a piercing glare, “what, are you suddenly disgusted with me or something? Is that what this is about?”

No, you fucking buffoon. I’m about to turn into The Hulk from jealousy and you being worried about me isn’t fucking helping.

“Yes. Now leave me alone so I can fucking rot in peace as I’ve always deserved,” Seokjin yelled out before pushing past Yoongi and running out of the building before the younger could even catch up to him. 


Yoongi did leave him alone after that encounter. Seokjin didn’t see him anywhere. Not in the cafeteria, not along the hallways, not even in the gym. He was slightly worried the younger had ditched school completely to grant Seokjin’s wishes — Yoongi was petty like that.

But that thought was immediately squashed after a week when Seokjin gets pulled into an empty classroom by his best friend. 

“Yoongi, what the fuck are we—“

“Keep your voice down, will you? The last thing we need is a reason for our principal to give us something that would ruin our academic records.”

Seokjin glared at the smaller man, “then we shouldn’t be here in the first place, you buffoon.”

Yoongi returned the same intense glare and crossed his arms, “I’ll make this quick and then you can go back to fucking acting like I never existed in the first place.”

Guilt immediately started flooding Seokjin’s heart. He didn’t intend on making Yoongi feel like his existence wasn’t acknowledged. It was far from that. Seokjin only wanted to stay away from him until he was absolutely certain that he wouldn’t suddenly verbally vomit on Yoongi and expose his unrequited love for the younger. He opened his mouth to try to explain, but Yoongi was quick to shove a familiar small, rectangular object against Seokjin’s chest. 

“If you don’t want to talk to me ever again, fine. But take this stupid gift card at least and get something nice for yourself so I could somehow make it up to you,” Yoongi grumbled before heading for the door. 

“Wait!” Seokjin said loudly, his voice echoing against the four walls of the empty classroom. 

“Oh, my god. Shut up before we get detention!” Yoongi hissed, running back to Seokjin’s direction and covering his lips.

“But I need you to stay so I can explain,” Seokjin said, voice garbled against Yoongi’s hand. 

“Then explain. And make it quick because there’s a class here in about five minutes.”

Quick and simple. Like pulling a bandaid. 

“Okay. I’m sorry and I like you.”

Yoongi’s eyes grew wide, “what?”

“I said I like you.”

Yoongi blinked, “no you don’t. You… You’re heterosexual.”

Except this bandaid is stitched onto your skin and peeling it off means you’ll have your heart exposed and vulnerable to the pain.

Seokjin sighed and shook his hand off, “Yeah, well, apparently that wasn’t the final call for me.” Seokjin slid the gift card in his pocket and looked back at Yoongi, “now can you please, for the love of all things good and sweet, stay away from me? I don’t want you to feel like you have to do something just because I stupidly fell in love with you.”


“Thanks for the card, by the way,” Seokjin patted his pant pocket, “I’ll be sure to put it to good use.” And with that, Seokjin was out of the classroom. 

Before he could run away and hide, however, Yoongi had caught up to him and pulled him into the janitor’s closet nearby. Seokjin tried to pull away, tried to escape so he could finally let the tears pooling in his eyes roll down his face freely. But the sudden confession took all of his strength, giving the younger an easier time to manipulate his limp body.

Yoongi immediately locked the door behind him as soon as their bodies were squeezed inside the small space. Seokjin sighed once again and looked at his best friend with tired eyes.

“Yoongi what are we—”

“Shut up.”

“You can’t just bring me here and—”

“Seokjin, I said shut up.”

“Please, can’t you just reject me through text or whatever? I really don’t have the energy to—”

“Oh, for the love of!” Yoongi pushed Seokjin’s shoulders until his back was pressed against the wall and, without warning, crashed his lips on Seokjin’s. 

Their lips stayed pressed against each other, unmoving. Seokjin could feel Yoongi’s ragged breath against his cheek and he could feel the heat escaping from Yoongi’s upper body due to how close they were. When he glimpsed at Yoongi, the younger had his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed.

Seokjin waited for Yoongi to deepen the kiss, waited for him to capture Seokjin’s lips in between his, waited for him to shove his tongue down Seokjin’s throat. But Yoongi stayed still for the next few minutes until he finally pulled away, face flushed and eyes looking everywhere but at Seokjin.

“What… why did— Yoongi, what the fuck was that?”

Yoongi turned his head to the side without letting go of Seokjin’s shoulders, “you wouldn’t shut up,” he explained casually like kissing was the most regular activity between the two of them.

“You could’ve just covered my mouth with your hand like you did earlier.”

“I wanted to kiss you, too.”

“You call that a kiss?”

Yoongi looked up at him with a scowl, “you should be honoured you got kissed by the Min Yoongi.”

Seokjin lifted a brow, resisting the urge to laugh, “why would I be honoured when I just received the worst kiss I’ve ever had in my entire life? You’re making it hard to believe that you’ve satisfied all your previous partners.” Seokjin gasped comically, “are you actually a virgin who’s never kissed anyone before?”

“You know damn well that’s not true.”

“I truly don’t,” Seokjin said forlornly, “the only evidence I’ve had the privilege to get was that flimsy peck on the lips earlier, which might as well have been on my cheek but—”

Seokjin’s rambling was interrupted by a pair of lips, the same dry, thin ones pressed against his plush ones earlier. Except this time, he finds his bottom lip in between them as Yoongi’s hands travel from his shoulders to his hair and the back of his head, pushing him closer to the younger.

Their slotted lips move together, their pace slow and sensual and everything Seokjin had been fantasizing for the past few months. As he wrapped his arms around his best friend’s waist, Yoongi’s tongue started making its presence known by licking Seokjin’s lips, silently asking for permission. Seokjin welcomed the foreign muscle and let out a low gasp as Yoongi’s tongue familiarized itself with Seokjin’s mouth.

“Moan again and I’ll fuck you right here, right now,” Yoongi threatened as he pulled away to look at Seokjin.

“I didn’t fucking moan, you dickwad.” Seokjin retorted before chasing after Yoongi’s lips and locking it with his.

They stay there for a long while, making out and letting their hands roam around the other’s body despite hearing the school bell ring and the chaotic noise outside the closet. Somewhere along caressing each other’s body, their fingers met and intertwined as Yoongi’s lips slowly made their way to Seokjin’s neck.

“Wait,” Seokjin held Yoongi’s shoulder away from him in an attempt to stop him from going further.

Yoongi tried to push against his grip, but Seokjin kept his ground and shifted his body to the side so he was no longer in front of the younger.

“What? Don’t tell me you weren’t enjoying that because your boner tells me otherwise.”

Seokjin felt his ears burn furiously, “I wasn’t going to say that.”

“Then why’d we stop? No one’s going to find us here. The janitor doesn’t come in here until after classes.”

Seokjin didn’t want to think why Yoongi knew about this and lifted their hands instead, which were still intertwined together. “As much as making out with you is everything my hormones have been craving for, I’m not emotionally capable to be your fling right now. Or ever. So if we could just—”

“Hold up,” Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, “who said anything about making you my casual fuck of the day?”

Seokjin lets go of Yoongi’s shoulder, “oh.”

Yoongi’s eyes flew open as panic started flooding his face, “no, no, no, wait you got it all wrong! What I meant was—”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to exp—”

“Kim Seokjin, I swear to god if you don’t shut up right now, I’m going to kiss you until you can’t stand up straight anymore.”

Seokjin scoffed at the threat. That doesn’t sound so bad, but Yoongi was looking at him like he’s ready to shove the mop at the corner of the room in Seokjin’s ass so he pursed his lips and tilted his head to the side.

Yoongi took this as a sign to continue, “I don’t want you to be another casual fuck because I like you too, dumbass. I just thought you were straight all this time so I never did anything to act on it, but I’ve liked you for a long time now.”

“This isn’t a game, Yoongi.”

“And what makes you think I’m not serious?”


“Did you seriously think I would even bother buying you that gift card a few months ago if I didn’t find you attractive?”

“So you’re only in it for my physical appearance?”

Yoongi scrunched his nose in annoyance, “stop making this difficult for me.”

Seokjin raised a brow, “watching you shag every single person in our school was hard for me too, but you didn’t hear any complaints from me.”

Yoongi’s grip on his hand tightened as his cheeks slowly turned red, “yes, I liked you initially because you were the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my life. But then I got to know you better and I found myself liking your stupid squeaky laugh and your obnoxious hoodies and your odd obsession with Mario and your passion with acting and I’m just— you were straight. So I decided to not pursue you. But it was hard not falling for you when you’re… well… you. Tall, gorgeous, talented, caring, amazing you. That was the reason why I… had a lot of flings during the past few months.”

“You really are dumb sometimes, huh?” Seokjin teased, pulling Yoongi closer.

“I pour my heart out to you and that’s your only takeaway?”

“That, and the fact that you called me beautiful.”

“You’re so annoying,” Yoongi exclaimed as his free hand slowly crawls its way around Seokjin’s neck.

“And yet you still like me.”

Yoongi looked at him with half-lidded eyes and a bright smile as he inched his face closer, “hell yeah I do.”

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Unfortunately for Seokjin, Yoongi’s sudden disinterest with his mission to bring everyone to bed due to his sudden committed relationship did more harm than good. It wasn’t because people were forcing him to break up with the campus casanova — Yoongi made sure no one knew who his partner was because he had psychic powers and knew a lot of people would hunt that person down. The harm was because people have become more aggressive towards Yoongi, be it in the form of exposing more skin than deemed appropriate, or luring Yoongi with free meals and pretending they needed help with their music class.

This worried Yoongi for the first few weeks of their relationship, to the point where he almost considered adopting a hostile persona, just to keep people away from him. But Seokjin was quick to stop him.

“Don’t be silly, ‘Gi. Being in a relationship doesn’t mean we have to lock ourselves away from the outside world. Besides, I trust you,” Seokjin had told him, kissing his cheek to emphasize his point.

But even the most patient person has their limits, and Seokjin, much to his horror and disappointment, officially reached his on Yoongi’s sixteenth birthday.

The day began fairly well for him. He woke up on the right side of the bed, had enough time to eat breakfast with his family, arrived at school early enough to give Yoongi a quick birthday kiss inside an empty classroom, and even got the highest grade for their History test. Everything was going perfect for him until the last school bell was heard, tricking Seokjin into believing that they have been blessed with one of those incredibly rare good days. 

But of course, life just had to prove him wrong at the wrong place in the wrong time, surrounded by hundreds of people. Half of which was enamoured by his charming boyfriend. 

Yoongi had another game that afternoon as part of the ongoing inter-school basketball match. It was the semifinals and everyone in the basketball team, especially his boyfriend, was nervous and scared shitless, to say the least. Seokjin didn’t know the specifics, but Yoongi did tell him that at least half of the team were being watched by several universities, searching for players to scout for their basketball team. Yoongi wasn’t a part of this half since his heart has always been set on becoming a music producer so they weren’t too worried for him. But Yoongi sees his teammates as his second family, and Seokjin knew his boyfriend would beat himself up if they lose because that would mean their chance of getting a scholarship will be taken away from them.

“Nervous?” Seokjin said, massaging Yoongi’s thighs as the younger fixed his headband.

“Terrified. I feel like I’ll puke as soon as the referee throws the ball.”

Seokjin giggled, “I know I’m in no place to say this, but you guys will do an amazing job. You’re the best players our school has ever had. Besides, I heard your team has a really good shooting guard.”

Yoongi grinned at him, “I also heard it’s his birthday today.”

“Should I buy him a present then?”

“Nah, if you run to the mall you wouldn’t be able to watch the game.”

“I feel like you’re implying something.”

“How about you give him a good luck kiss instead?” Yoongi nudged him teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows and pointing his index finger on his puffed cheek.

Seokjin laughed loudly and slapped the younger’s thigh, “or I could take him out on a date after the game and give him a kiss if you guys win the game?”

“Are we going out for ice cream too?”

“If that’s what my baby wants then of course, we’ll go grab some ice cream after dinner.”

Yoongi flashed him his gummy smile and combed his fingers on Seokjin’s hair, “you truly are the best boyfriend in the world.”

“And you’ve had a lot so I’m taking that as the best compliment I’ve ever received from you,” Seokjin teased as he lets go of his boyfriend’s thighs.

“Can you really not take a compliment from me without insulting me?”

“I can, but where’s the fun in that?”

Before Yoongi could retort back, they heard the warning whistle from the referee, gesturing the players to head to the court. Seokjin gave Yoongi one last pat on the knee before pushing him away from the bleachers. He watched Yoongi jog towards the middle of the court, pulling his phone out so he could take a couple of photos of his boyfriend during the game.


For the first three quarters, Yoongi’s team was ahead by a significant amount. Their competitors barely stood a chance against them, especially with Yoongi’s impeccable shooting skills and his team’s incredible teamwork.

But just as the third quarter came to an end, their point guard made a jump shot and, although getting the ball through the hoop, twisted his ankle badly.

Seokjin knew this would cause Yoongi to panic because that would mean he would temporarily be the team captain. Theoretically, this sounded like a great plan, given Yoongi’s natural leadership and his love for his teammates. In practice, well…

“Come on, man! Get your head in the game! They’re catching up on us!” Seokjin heard the point guard yell from his position on the floor. He could only see the top of the guy’s head, but he was certain he was staring intently at Yoongi.

The ball escaped Yoongi’s grip, making both the point guard and their coach stand up from their seat, “Min, what the hell are you doing!”

Yoongi looked at their direction with unfocused eyes before running and trying to steal the ball back from the other player. Instead of retrieving the ball, however, Yoongi ends up pushing the player too hard and making him crash on the floor.

“Time out!” their referee called out suddenly.

As the players head to their respective sides of the court, Seokjin makes his way towards Yoongi, not caring if this action would make the others suspicious of him.

“What the fuck was that, Yoongi? Where’d your head go? You’ve been doing so well earlier!” their coach scolded.

Yoongi kept his head down, “I’m sorry I’m just—”

“Excuse me,” Seokjin interrupted, getting their attention, “I’m so sorry to interrupt, but his mom called and said there was an emergency.”

The basketball coach’s eyes widened in horror, “I can’t lose my point guard and my shooting guard at the same time!”

“Don’t worry, she said she won’t withdraw Yoongi until the end of the game. She just needs to talk to him immediately,” Seokjin explained calmly.

With a huff, the basketball coach pushed Yoongi to Seokjin’s direction and went to the rest of his team, giving them instructions on what to do.

Seokjin immediately pulled Yoongi under the bleachers to make sure no one saw them and, without warning, hugged him.

“What’s wrong? What happened to my mom?” Yoongi asked as he reluctantly hugged back.

“Nothing. I’m sorry, I just used that as an excuse so I could pull you out of there. I know you need this right now.”

Yoongi gasped softly against his neck, “Jinnie, I’m so nervous. I don’t think I can do this. My team—”

“Would lose if you don’t stop doubting yourself,” Seokjin pulled away and held Yoongi at arm’s length. “Yoongi, listen to me. I know it’s stressful and pressuring to suddenly be handed the responsibility of the captain, but you have to trust yourself that you can do it. Your team and your coach trusts you enough to pass the position to you.”

“What if I don’t do a good job at it?”

“You won’t, Yoongi-yah. You're an amazing player and you own the court. Those rascals from the other school are nothing compared to you. You’re South Korea’s number one shooting guard, remember?”

Yoongi chuckled, “you’re the only person who calls me that.”

“And right now I need you to believe me because, like you said, your teammates’ future relies on this game. And you know I meant that.” Seokjin pulled Yoongi closer and gave him a quick peck on the lips, “now get out there and win that trophy.”

Yoongi smiled widely and kissed him again before running back to the court. Seokjin followed a few minutes later, letting the redness of his cheeks subside a little so people wouldn’t get suspicious.

By the time he was settled back on his seat, Yoongi was already dribbling the ball on his hand, face determined and legs swiftly running towards their side of the court. The other team was still able to score a couple more times, but Yoongi and his team made sure to stay in the lead until the end of the game.

The crowd cheered and yelled and threw out confetti above Seokjin while their basketball team lifted Yoongi from the ground and almost threw him in the air if it wasn’t for his boyfriend squirming against their grip. As soon as they made their way back to the bleachers, a couple of girls and boys headed towards Yoongi, yelling all sorts of praises and congratulatory messages to him. Seokjin remained in his seat and watched the scene with a smile on his face, pride blooming in his chest. But that all disappeared when one boy made his way to hug Yoongi too tightly while a girl pressed her lips on Yoongi’s cheek.

“I know you got, like, a partner and all,” the girl said flirtatiously, tracing her finger against Yoongi’s chest, “but I’m sure I’m a lot better than them.”

“Or if you’re tired of girls, you can have me instead captain,” the boy said, still latched on Yoongi as he twirled Yoongi’s hair on his finger.

Yoongi chuckled nervously as he started scanning the area, possibly looking for Seokjin, who was trying his best to control himself. “That’s sweet of you two to say, but I’m really not looking for anyone else. I’m more than content with who I’m with right now.”

“How about a threesome?” the boy suggested.

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind sharing you,” the girl added.

Before Seokjin could stop himself, he was already standing from his seat, hands curled into a fist as he swiftly but harshly made his way through the crowd. 

Yoongi opened his mouth to respond, but his eyes met Seokjin’s and he immediately pushed the two away from him with a huge grin. “Sorry, but I don’t think he would appreciate that.”

The boy raised his eyebrow, “he? What do you—”

“Yoongi-yah,” Seokjin called out before he hooked both his arms around Yoongi’s neck and kissed him in front of the entire school.

Gasps and whispers could be heard around them, but Seokjin couldn’t register any of it because just as he made a move to pull away, Yoongi immediately grabbed a hold of his waist and deepened their kiss.

“What the fuck are you doing to him?!” the girl yelled out, slapping Seokjin’s arm.

“Stop harassing him!” the boy added, stomping his foot loudly.

Seokjin giggled into the kiss before pulling away with sharp eyes directed at the two of them, “since when was kissing your boyfriend in public considered harassment?”

“Boyfriend?!” he heard the two yell out, along with a couple from the crowd.

Yoongi snickered beside him, “yeah, I couldn’t believe it too at first. But I guess I saved a country or something in my past life to have the Kim Seokjin as my boyfriend.” Yoongi gave them a wink and whispered loudly, “he’s better than everyone else in this school combined. And that’s just his physical appearance. You should see how well this man could kiss—”

“Anyway,” Seokjin cut him off, “please don’t ever flirt with him again or I’d have no choice but to take drastic measures. I’m sure you wouldn’t like that.” He looked around the crowd, implying that he wasn’t just talking to the two idiots who flirted with his boyfriend a few minutes ago. Seokjin heard a few mumbles of apology before he pulled Yoongi away from the crowd, his mind finally starting to catch up on what just happened.

As soon as they reached Yoongi’s locker, Seokjin yelled out in frustration and dramatically slid down against the locker.

“Wow, Jinnie. That was quite a scene,” Yoongi teased him as he started peeling off his sweaty clothes.

“Shut up.”

“I can’t believe you just put all those idiots back to their places. And in the most intimidating way too.”

Seokjin looked up and glared at a half-naked Yoongi, “I didn’t do that for you, asshole. I did that for me.”

“Sure you did,” Yoongi said as he slipped on his black hoodie, “but I gotta admit you’re incredibly sexy when you’re jealous.”

“Shut up before I change my mind and go home instead,” Seokjin retorted, heat spreading from his ears to his cheeks.

Yoongi laughed at him as he pulled him up, “I mean it though.”

“And I mean it too. If you don’t shut up, I’m gonna head home and let you celebrate your birthday on your own.”

“But you promised to take me out for dinner and ice cream if we win the game,” Yoongi said with a pout, making Seokjin smile toothily.

“You should be thankful I like you too much to say no to that pout.”

“Oh, believe me, Seokjin-ah,” Yoongi said as he intertwined their fingers together, “I’m beyond thankful for even getting a chance to be close to you like this.”

Seokjin kissed the side of Yoongi’s forehead, “you’re cheesy today, aren’t you? Sweet sixteen finally getting to you?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “I’m gonna let that go because you’re taking me out to dinner.”

“Fair enough,” Seokjin pulled Yoongi as he started walking towards the door, “come on before everyone gets back from the court and starts teasing me.”

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Surprisingly, the entire school took Seokjin’s sudden confession a lot better than they had anticipated. He didn’t receive any threats, didn’t have anyone bully him, didn’t have any tomatoes thrown at him every time he performed on stage. What made it better was that everyone stopped flirting — or attempting to, at least — with Yoongi and kept their distance from him.

Despite the entire school body knowing about their relationship, however, Seokjin and Yoongi still kept their relationship on the low. They're never the type of couple to participate in a public display of affection, after all. But they have started holding hands more and often walked each other to their classes before heading to their own.

Letting everyone know about their relationship also gave them a chance to be together more often since they no longer had to make excuses whenever they suddenly left their friends in the middle of lunch. All of them already knew the two of them would eat together and spend the rest of the time talking about everything and nothing.

Like right now. The two of them decided to settle by the park as they munch on their sandwiches while scrolling nervously on their phones. Today was the day universities would send out acceptance letters and saying that Seokjin was terrified was an understatement.

Sure, Yoongi had proved to be incredibly loyal to him, but he couldn’t help but worry about their relationship once they got to college. Who knows if they would be able to withstand being cities apart?

“Oh, my god, I just received an email,” Yoongi said, breaking their tense silence.

“Read it, read it!” Seokjin told him, thumb relentlessly refreshing his email.

“I don’t want to read it when you haven’t received any,” Yoongi complained, finishing his sandwich and standing up from the swing to throw his wrapper away.

Seokjin scowled at him and opened his lips to retort, but he was interrupted by the quick sound of his notification along with a new email in bold letters from one of the universities he applied to. “Oh, my god, I just got one too.”

Yoongi sat back on the swing and splayed his hand in front of Seokjin, who instinctively placed his hand on top and laced them together. “Let’s open it together.”

“But what if one of us gets rejected?”

“So? At least we’re holding each other’s hand while we go through the bad news.”

Seokjin sighed and squeezed Yoongi’s hand, “okay but if I start crying, you don’t get to tease me about it.”

Yoongi scoffed, “why would I tease you for crying?”

“Just a precaution,” Seokjin commented as his thumb hover above the new email, “ready?”

Yoongi nodded and counted down from three. They stayed silent for a while, reading the email thoroughly. Seokjin almost shouted with glee and jumped from his seat, but he was immediately stopped when he felt Yoongi tense up beside him.

“What’s wrong?” Seokjin asked, temporarily forgetting about his letter.

“I… I got in,” Yoongi whispered, eyes frantically scanning over his phone.

“Oh my god, Yoongi!” Seokjin squeaked, jumping out of his seat. “Where’d you get accepted? Seoul National University? Yonsei University? Don’t tell me you secretly applied to Julliard and got accepted there?”

Yoongi only looked up at him and blinked, face flushed, “I got into Konkuk…” 

Seokjin stopped jumping then, his eyeballs almost popping out of its sockets as his mouth hangs open from shock, “you— what?”

“I… applied to Konkuk because I knew it was your top choice. It was a last-minute decision and I… I could have sworn I fucked up during the auditions but… umm… surprise I guess?” Yoongi showed his screen to Seokjin, “you did get in, right?”

Seokjin shook his head, trying to process what Yoongi just told him.

Yoongi’s face fell, “please tell me you’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“Well fuck me sideways. What the hell am I gonna do with this then? I can’t just turn them down, this is Konkuk we’re talking about!” 

Yoongi started pacing in front of him, not letting go of his hand. All of a sudden, a breathy, squeaky laugh escaped Seokjin’s lips, making Yoongi turn his head so fast Seokjin could swear his boyfriend had just given himself whiplash.

“Yah!” Yoongi whined, slapping Seokjin’s chest.

Seokjin’s laugh got louder, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

“That’s just mean.”

Seokjin pulled Yoongi closer and wrapped his arms around the younger’s waist, “I was genuinely confused for a second, that’s why I shook my head. I didn’t mean to get you all worried.”

Yoongi jutted his lower lip, “I really thought we would have to separate.”

“Don’t worry, Yoongichi. You’re stuck with me until we’re both too old to remember our names,” Seokjin teased, brushing his nose against Yoongi’s.

“I can’t wait,” Yoongi said, grinning.

✿     ✿     ✿

College was a lot more difficult than Seokjin had expected. Not only academically wise, but socially and mentally wise as well. Everyone seemed to be better than him tenfolds and his mental health was constantly plummeting to the deepest depths of hell.

The only consolation he had was that he had his boyfriend by his side, literally and figuratively.

Yoongi immediately applied the two of them for a dorm, making sure that they would stay as roommates. Thankfully, Yoongi got a room next to the media building so going to school and getting home wasn’t much trouble for the both of them.

But Yoongi’s classes often clashed with Seokjin’s break and vice versa, so the two of them barely saw each other despite staying in the same room and going to the same university.

Still, the two of them made a way to squeeze in a couple of cuddles and movie dates every chance they get. Although they would often end up sleeping tangled to each other whenever they attempted to watch the latest release on Netflix, Seokjin was still thankful. This was a lot better than not seeing Yoongi altogether, after all.

And then Yoongi suddenly decided to get himself a part-time job at the coffee shop just below their dorm while Seokjin accepted the position as a helper for their university library.

It didn’t help that Seokjin’s new friends were constantly talking about their active sex life whenever they had a chance. He would normally listen and let them ramble about their latest shag, but their sexcapades only got him thinking about the dreadful fact that he and Yoongi never had sex since they started dating, not even close to getting each other’s clothes off.

Seokjin understood that not getting him to bed was one of Yoongi’s many ways to convince him that he wasn’t just in it for the sex, and he truly appreciates that. But it’s been more than a year and his imagination could only do so much.

So Seokjin did the stupidest thing and talked about it with Yoongi one night when the two of them just got off work.

Yoongi almost coughed his lungs out, “what?”

“Oh, don’t be such a baby, Yoongi. It’s not like this is your first time hearing about sex.”

Yoongi swallowed audibly and shifted on his seat, “I know but you— what brought this on?”

Seokjin shrugged, “I’m just getting a little frustrated, that’s all. I thought it would be one of the first things you’d do as soon as we settle into this dorm, being roommates and all. But we’re almost done with our first year in college and I still have yet to see you completely naked.”

“Frustrated,” Yoongi repeated, leaning back on his chair in disbelief, “you were getting frustrated that I wasn’t fucking you every chance I get.”

“Stop saying it like that, it’s making me sound like a whore.”

Yoongi chuckled nervously, “aren’t you?”

“Not really, but for you I will be.”

Yoongi threw another coughing fit, his neck and entire face reddening as he tried desperately to catch his breath. “Were you always this straightforward when you’re horny?”

Seokjin tilted his head, “I guess so? I can’t say for sure though since you are my first boyfriend and my first fuck if you ever decide to get me to bed right this instant.”

“You truly are something else, aren’t you?” Yoongi said with a laugh. Seokjin just watched him, waited for Yoongi to stand up from his seat and maybe throw him onto his bed and fuck the living daylights out of him, but his boyfriend remained seated across the dining table, still laughing his heart out.

“Are you going to just laugh at me instead of, oh I don’t know, fuck me?”

Yoongi shook his head and stood up, pulling Seokjin with him as he settled himself on his own bed. “Jinnie, baby, I love you, but you gotta calm down with that fucking agenda of yours.”

Seokjin pouted at him, “but why? I’m really sexy beneath all this sweater!” He made a move to lift his grey sweater, but Yoongi was quick to stop his hand just as he was about to grab the hem of the cloth.

“I bet you are,” Yoongi said calmly, caressing the back of Seokjin’s hand with his thumb, “but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me.”

“Jinnie, you haven’t even had dinner yet. And you have an early class tomorrow.”

“I can still do it.”

Yoongi started rubbing circles on his back, making him sleepy, “I want you to be in tiptop shape when I do it with you, baby. And I want us to take all the time we need. If we do it now, not only will you end up sleeping on me, you’ll also be too tired to get up for class tomorrow.”


“We swore to each other that our studies and our personal health comes first before our relationship, right?”

“But this is crucial for my health,” Seokjin said stubbornly.

Yoongi laughed at him before kissing the side of his head, “next time. Okay?”

“Fine,” Seokjin grumbled before pulling Yoongi back and settling themselves on the bed. “But we’re sleeping next to each other tonight and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Do you swear we’ll wake up tomorrow still dressed?”

Seokjin swatted his boyfriend’s thigh, “I’m not a pervert.”

“Your eagerness earlier proves otherwise,” Yoongi teased him.

“You’re the worst.”

“Yes, yes, I know,” Yoongi detangled himself from Seokjin and tugged on his arm, “now let’s eat some ramen and shower so we can sleep early tonight.”

✿     ✿     ✿

True to his words, Yoongi didn’t make a move on Seokjin. Not when Seokjin was discreetly rubbing his dick against the younger’s ass cheeks when they’re cuddling. Not when Seokjin blatantly slapped and squeezed his boyfriend’s ass. Not even when Yoongi “accidentally” walked in on Seokjin while he was changing his shirt.

Eventually, Seokjin gave up on trying to seduce his boyfriend. ‘What’s meant to happen will happen, I guess,’ he thought. He could only hope that he would be ready when Yoongi finally decides to make a move.

But apparently, that was too much to ask for because the day Yoongi let their kiss go further than their typical make out was also the same day Seokjin was the least prepared.

“What are you doing?” Seokjin suddenly asked as one of Yoongi’s hands made its way under his shirt.

Yoongi lifted a brow, “you said you had a day off tomorrow.”


“I do, too,” Yoongi said as he lowered his head to Seokjin’s clavicle.

Seokjin almost instantly pulled away, “okay but that doesn’t explain the hand under my shirt and you wanting to get your lips on my throat.”

Yoongi sat straight and crossed his arms in front of him, “you said you wanted to experience what it feels like to have sex with me. You were so eager about it a few months ago.”

Oh. Oooh.

“But I’m not ready!” Seokjin exclaimed, scrambling out of the bed. “I haven’t worked out for the last few days and I didn’t shave and I only took a quick shower earlier and—”

“And you’re still absolutely perfect,” Yoongi said as he pulled Seokjin back and led him onto his lap. “Let’s not allow those little things to ruin this for you, yeah?” Yoongi caressed his thighs and looked at him lovingly, “unless you suddenly changed your mind because I wouldn’t mind doing this some other time.”

“No!” Seokjin quickly said, straddling the younger’s lap, “god, who knows when we’ll get another chance to do this?”

Yoongi chuckled and leaned closer, “I swear I won’t judge your little belly or your body hair.”

Seokjin playfully whacked his boyfriend’s chest, “asshole.”

“I’ll fuck that good too,” Yoongi said, grinning before he closed the distance between them.

Their kiss was different compared to the hundreds — or even thousands — of kisses they’ve shared over the last year and a half. It was heated, rushed, sensual. Yoongi’s lips were hungrily lapping on Seokjin’s as their tongues wrestle inside Seokjin’s mouth. His hands slowly make their way from Seokjin’s thighs to his back, his side, his chest.

Seokjin’s hands, on the other hand, were tightly holding onto Yoongi’s shoulders. He was scared of letting them travel down, afraid he might do something that would make the younger squirm or uncomfortable. Thankfully, Yoongi sensed his doubts and he immediately withdrew his hands from Seokjin’s body and held onto his wrists.

“It’s okay to touch, baby. You could never hurt me even if you tried,” Yoongi teased as he guided Seokjin’s hands under his shirt.

Seokjin couldn’t help but shiver at the sudden contact. He slowly let his hand graze around Yoongi’s chest until his thumb brushed against the younger’s nipples, making him arch his back.

“You like that?” Seokjin asked, amused.

“I really do,” Yoongi responded, latching his lips onto Seokjin’s neck.

Seokjin snickered before repeating the action, enjoying every low moan from the man under him. He continued the same movement for some time until he got the urge to give his boyfriend’s nipples a tight pinch and rolled it in between his index finger and thumb. Yoongi growled afterwards and started nibbling at the skin under Seokjin’s collarbone.

“Yoongi…” Seokjin whined, tilting his head to give the younger more access.

“Felt nice, Jinnie?” Yoongi questioned as he repeated the same action on the other side.

Seokjin let out a breathy moan, “can we take our shirts off?”

Without preamble, Yoongi’s hands flew from Seokjin’s shoulders to the hem of his shirt and pulled it above his head. As soon as the shirt was thrown haphazardly on the floor, Yoongi quickly removed his and threw it in the same direction of Seokjin’s disregarded shirt.

Yoongi scanned his torso with the biggest smile on his face, “you’re so beautiful, Seokjin-ah.”

Seokjin smiled back and let his hands travel across his boyfriend’s body, “you’re not so bad yourself, Yoongichi,” he responded before kissing him again with the same intensity and heat as earlier.

They continue kissing as their hands make themselves familiar with one another’s body. Eventually, Seokjin started grinding against Yoongi as the younger’s kisses started trailing down his chest.

“Fuck, Jinnie you’re going to be the death of me,” Yoongi moaned out as Seokjin repositioned himself so Yoongi’s dick was right in between his ass cheeks.

“I’d consider that the biggest honour,” Seokjin said cheekily as he began grinding on top of his boyfriend.

Yoongi let him move on his own for the next few minutes, his hands busy stimulating Seokjin’s nipples and brushing his palm against his dick every once in a while. Until a loud, needy moan escaped his lips and before he could even blink, he found himself lying on his bed with Yoongi hovering above him.

“Not that I wasn’t enjoying you dry humping me, but I would rather cum while fucking you than by just looking at you making yourself feel good,” Yoongi looked to the side and jutted his lips, “though I suppose that doesn’t sound too bad. Next time?”

“If I say yes, will you get on with it?”

Yoongi giggled and pressed his lips on Seokjin’s forehead, “even if you don’t, I’ll still ‘get on with it.’ I’ve made you wait for too long.”

“I’m glad we finally agreed on something,” Seokjin teased as his fingers slipped under the band of Yoongi’s sweatpants. “Can I?”

“Be my guest.” 

Slowly, Seokjin pulled down the garment, failing to stop the loud gasp escaping from his lips as soon as his fingers made contact with his boyfriend’s bare ass. He kept his eyes on Yoongi — who had a huge smirk on his face — while he pushed his pants as low as he could without moving from his position under Yoongi.

“Can you… um… take it off for me?” Seokjin asked shyly, eyes still glued on Yoongi’s nose.

“Can you take yours off while I remove mine?” Yoongi responded, pecking Seokjin’s face.

Seokjin giggled before nodding. He kept his eyes closed as he carefully removed his sweatpants along with his boxers. He threw it somewhere on the side of the bed and waited for Yoongi to say something or to hover back above him, but his body remained naked and cold and alone.

“Yoongi-yah,” he called out, growing conscious as he felt some beads of sweat roll down his torso.

He felt familiar hands thread his hair, “I’m here, Jinnie. You can open your eyes.”

“But I’m scared to see your reaction.”

“Do you want me to wear a paper bag over my head then?” Yoongi suggested, not a trace of sarcasm or humour evident in his voice.

Seokjin shook his head, “can you hold my hand before I open my eyes?”

“Of course, baby,” Yoongi slid his hand from Seokjin’s head to his hand and intertwined their fingers together. “Don’t rush yourself, okay? We got all the time we need.”

Seokjin squeezed his eyes shut before slowly opening them, his grip on Yoongi’s hand tightening as his boyfriend’s naked body slowly unravelled in front of him.

Yoongi was beautiful. Undeniably, incredibly, irresistibly beautiful. And he was huge, bigger than Seokjin’s wildest imagination — and Seokjin’s own.

“Oh my god,” he exclaimed, heat spreading from his chest to the tip of his ears as his eyes stayed glued to his boyfriend’s dick.

He heard Yoongi laugh shyly, “I know I said we had all the time in the world, but I kinda wanna fuck you as soon as I can, especially after seeing you drool over my dick like that.”

Seokjin forced himself to look up and glared at Yoongi, “I wasn’t drooling.”

Yoongi wiped his thumb on the corner of Seokjin’s mouth and smiled mischievously, “this wet spot on your mouth says otherwise, Jinnie.”

“Shut up and kiss me before your cockiness turns me off,” Seokjin deadpanned, hooking his arms on the back of Yoongi’s neck.

And Yoongi did. He kissed Seokjin as he positioned himself in between his legs, groaning as their dicks rub against each other. Eventually, his kiss started going lower, marking some skin along the way. When Yoongi’s head was finally beside his dick, Seokjin couldn’t help but cover it with his hands, earning a sound of protest from his boyfriend.

“Sorry,” Seokjin said and removed his hands hesitatingly, “no one’s ever been this close to my dick.”

Yoongi kissed his abdomen, “don’t apologize, Jinnie. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you. But you gotta tell me if I hurt you or I make you uncomfortable, okay?”

Seokjin nodded and pushed his upper body with his elbows, “what are you going to do?”

“You’ll see,” Yoongi responded before he began jerking him off.

His pace was slow at first, just enough to bring Seokjin’s penis to its full erection. Once he was fully hard, Yoongi let go and lowered his head and let his tongue out. He licked the tip once, twice, sending shivers to Seokjin’s spine. Yoongi continued the action towards the base of Seokjin’s dick before tracing his tongue down towards his balls. He lapped on it as his hand lazily continued to jerk him off, making Seokjin arch his back.

This reaction made Yoongi move from his balls to licking a long stripe from the base of his dick to the tip. He mouthed on it and circled his tongue around the head before opening his mouth as wide as he could and took Seokjin’s entire length inside his mouth.

“Fuck, baby,” Seokjin mewled, hand flying instinctively towards the younger’s hair.

Yoongi bobbed his head enthusiastically, humming every once in a while and hollowing his cheeks every time he goes down. Seokjin whimpered and whined under him until he felt a familiar warm coil pooling his in stomach.

“Y-Yoongi, I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

The younger immediately removed his dick from his mouth with a loud pop, “you can’t cum yet, I haven’t even fucked you.”

Seokjin couldn’t help but whine at the sound of Yoongi’s raspy voice, possibly caused by deepthroating him. “I don’t have any lube or condom with me,” he said shyly.

Yoongi grinned at him, “don’t worry, I got that prepared.” He quickly waddled to his bed and pulled out a bottle of lube and a box of condom that was still sealed.

“I hate how prepared you were for this and I didn’t have a clue,” Seokjin complained as he watched Yoongi make his way back to his bed.

“Well that would ruin my little surprise now wouldn’t it?” Yoongi tapped Seokjin’s hip as he placed the lube and box of condom beside him. “Can you turn around for me, baby? I wanna prep you properly.”

Seokjin pursed his lips and nodded before turning around to his stomach, slightly perking his ass up towards his boyfriend. “I haven’t put a finger inside there for some time so be gentle okay?”

Yoongi started peppering his ass cheeks with kisses, “that’s the goal for tonight, baby. Don’t hesitate to stop me if you feel uncomfortable though.”

Before Seokjin could respond, he felt Yoongi’s tongue circling around his rim. His hands curled around the sheets as he felt the muscle slowly make its way inside him. Seokjin relished every flick of Yoongi’s tongue inside him, moaned every time Yoongi would pull it out only to shove it back in.

When he felt himself relax, Yoongi began squirting some lube on his finger and pressed it against his entrance without removing his tongue. Seokjin couldn’t help but let out a loud mewl as he felt the finger make its way inside while Yoongi continued mouthing against his rim. Yoongi fingerfucked him slowly, making sure to open him up the best he could with one finger. After a few more thrusts, Yoongi inserted the second finger, sliding it in and out carefully and scissoring them every now and then.

“M-More, Yoongi-yah. I can… I can take another,” Seokjin gasped, hips moving in sync with Yoongi’s hand.

His boyfriend complied easily, squeezing a generous amount of lube against his rim before sliding in his third finger. Yoongi kept his slow pace as he continued to stretch him out, which Seokjin was beyond grateful for. When Yoongi had inserted a fourth finger, Seokjin began writhing under him, begging the younger to fuck him already.

Yoongi clumsily opened the box of condoms beside Seokjin while he kept his other hand inside Seokjin’s ass. When he successfully pulled out one, he withdrew his lubed hand and wiped the substance on Seokjin’s ass cheek.

“Yah! That’s disgusting!” Seokjin complained, slapping Yoongi’s wet hand away from him.

The younger laughed, “I literally just had my tongue inside you a couple of minutes ago.”

“That’s still disgusting,” Seokjin retorted, “next time just wipe it on the sheets. I’ll change it later anyway. Or we could sleep together in your bed.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ll end up sleeping on my bed until we also mess it up and we’ll have no choice but to change sheets.”

Seokjin giggled and twisted his head a little to look at Yoongi, “are we going to keep talking about our bedsheets or will you finally fuck me?”

Yoongi scrunched his nose playfully, “yeah, yeah, hold on I almost got it.” Yoongi kept silent after a few seconds, concentrating on rolling the piece of plastic down his cock.

“You look so hot when you’re concentrated like that,” Seokjin said out of the blue, earning a low chuckle from the younger.

“Wait until you see how concentrated I am with making you feel good.”

“You think that would happen anytime soon? I feel like I’m about to rot here,” Seokjin teased.

Yoongi grumbled before returning in between Seokjin’s legs, “do you want me to do it from behind or do you want to lie on your back?”

Seokjin didn’t respond. Instead, he flipped himself on his back and grinned at Yoongi with his arms open wide. Yoongi laughed at him before bending his knees and spreading it wider.

“Promise me you’ll stop me the second you feel any pain?” Yoongi said as he positioned the tip of his cock on Seokjin’s gaping hole.

“I promise, Yoongichi.”

Yoongi smiled at him again before slowly and gently pushing himself inside Seokjin, who was grasping at the sheets and had his eyes closed. He could feel some pain from the stretch — his boyfriend’s size was no joke, after all — but he didn’t stop Yoongi from bottoming out. Not only was Seokjin too horny to focus on the pain, but he also desperately wanted to get fucked by Yoongi already.

Thankfully, Yoongi had bottomed out sooner than Seokjin had expected. He looked up at Yoongi’s face and couldn’t help but moan at how hot his boyfriend looked with his hair sticking on his forehead, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth slightly agape.

“Hey,” Seokjin called out, breathing heavily as he felt Yoongi’s cock twitch inside him.


“I love you.”

Yoongi opened his eyes as a small, shy smile bloomed across his lips, “I love you too, baby.”

“You were right, y-you are hotter when you’re trying to co-concentrate on making me feel good,” Seokjin said, caressing Yoongi’s forearms.

“I’d look hotter when I start fucking you,” Yoongi retorted, dipping his head to leave a chaste kiss on Seokjin’s swollen lips.

“Show me then.”

“Are you ready?”

Seokjin nodded with a grin. Yoongi grinned at him back before he pulled out half of his length and slowly thrusted it back again. He repeated the same action until he started fastening his pace, enough for Seokjin to feel pleasure completely consume him, but not enough to make him cum right there and then.

Which, in hindsight, fitted well with Seokjin’s goal to thoroughly enjoy his boyfriend in bed. But he could only hold his cum for so long and right now, nothing else mattered to him except for finally reaching his climax with Yoongi.

“Yoongi… ‘Gi… f-faster. Go faster,” he moaned out, meeting the younger’s thrusts.

“Am I not… am I not hurting you, Jinnie?” Yoongi breathed out, his blunt fingernails digging into Seokjin’s hips.

“N-No, it’s okay baby. Go faster, please? Fuck me harder.”

Yoongi held onto his hips tightly and, without warning, started fucking Seokjin faster and harder, his well-calculated thrust from earlier long forgotten.

Seokjin mewled and squirmed under him, watching Yoongi with half-lidded eyes. Saying that his boyfriend looked hot was an understatement. He was gorgeous under the tungsten light of their dorm and his body glistening with sweat as he breathed and growled lowly. Seokjin started thinking of ways he could devour the man above him but was quickly disrupted when Yoongi started relentlessly ramming his cock on Seokjin’s prostate.

“Yoongi I— shit, I’m gonna… stop, I’m gonna cum soon—”

“That’s the plan, baby,” Yoongi said in a low tone, placing Seokjin’s feet on his shoulders. “Think you can cum untouched?”

Seokjin closed his eyes tightly as he felt the familiar warmth in his abdomen, “I will if y-you keep fucking me like that.”

Yoongi started fucking him faster, growling and moaning out Seokjin’s name. His thrusts were getting shallower and shallower as his face started scrunching up from pleasure.

“Baby…” Seokjin called out breathlessly, “baby I’m gonna— fuck— ngh.

Strings of white painted Seokjin’s torso as he continued moaning and breathing heavily, his body slowly going limp.

Yoongi thrusted hard inside him a few more times before Seokjin felt his dick twitching as Yoongi spilled inside the condom.

“Fuck,” Yoongi moaned as he milked his orgasm, “shit, Jinnie, that was amazing. You’re amazing.”

Seokjin smiled at him tiredly. He let Yoongi thrust inside a few more times until the overstimulation started to feel more painful rather than pleasurable. Yoongi pulled out immediately when Seokjin’s face contorted in pain, standing up so he could throw the used condom away and fetching a wet cloth to clean them both.

“How are you feeling?” Yoongi asked him as he gingerly wiped Seokjin’s body.

“Tired,” Seokjin answered, eyes still closed shut, “and very sexy for some odd reason.”

Yoongi chuckled and started wiping his ass cheeks, “I’m glad to know.”

“Hey, thanks for fucking me,” Seokjin said when Yoongi finally laid beside him.

“Thanks for letting me fuck you,” Yoongi responded with a snort.

Seokjin flung his body on top of Yoongi and nuzzled his nose against the younger’s neck, “can we do this again sometime?” 

“As long as we don’t have work or classes the next day,” Yoongi said before turning his head and kissing Seokjin’s forehead. “I love you so much, Seokjin-ah.”

“I love you too, Yoongi-yah,” Seokjin whispered, smiling as Yoongi wrapped his arms around him before the both of them drifted to sleep.

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With their newly active sex life and better time management skills, Seokjin’s relationship with Yoongi escalated. They became more open with each other, more comfortable, and their love for each other only deepened even further. 

This, of course, helped them withstand all the challenges and struggles thrown at them through the years. Like Seokjin’s parents not accepting Yoongi at first (they ended up loving him after a few persuasion from his boyfriend) or when Yoongi got consumed by his jealousy at one point and almost made Seokjin choose between his blossoming acting career and their relationship (which the younger immediately regretted when he finally came to his senses).

Needless to say, Seokjin was beyond confident that their relationship was strong and secure enough to last for a lifetime. It has been four and a half years after all and no amount of bumps along their journey or distance could ever ruin their relationship. 

Seokjin should have known better than to challenge their fate like that. 


It was the day of their graduation. Seokjin was dressed in a plain white dress shirt matched with black pants that accented his full hips and thick thighs while Yoongi wore a black satin dress shirt and black dress pants that went well with his growing mullet. Their families were seated together somewhere with the rest of the audience while the both of them stood together with their fellow graduates. 

The ceremony lasted for the entire day despite their university’s low student ratio, partly because their speakers took the liberty to read them a whole novel, partly because they prepared an intermission number after every reward was presented.

Seokjin saw Yoongi from across the hall, impatiently fidgeting with his graduation dress while he stifled another yawn. His boyfriend must want nothing more than the ceremony to be over.

He was fiddling with his graduation dress too, except he was doing so in an attempt to calm his nerves down and ignore the loud beating of his heart. Seokjin had something important to talk about with Yoongi, something that had been bothering him for the past few months and something that could potentially affect their relationship in the long run.

Seokjin knew that there wasn’t anything to be nervous about. This was Yoongi he’s going to talk to, after all. The same Yoongi who once shagged everyone back in high school only to give up that lifestyle as soon as Seokjin confessed to him. The same Yoongi who applied to Seokjin’s dream university just to make sure college won’t separate them. The same Yoongi who bought his parents all sorts of fruits and grocery needs just to make them like him. The same Yoongi who encouraged Seokjin to audition for his very first web drama when Seokjin was doubting himself and wanted nothing more than to just back out. The same Yoongi who loved, loves him more than love itself and is more than willing to cross the entire world just to be with Seokjin.

Before he knew it, the ceremony finally came to its end, earning varieties of cheers and yells from the students, the professors, and the audience. Hats were thrown in the air, hugs were given to everyone in sight, some kisses were shared with their significant other. It was a wonderful scene, something Seokjin would remember for the rest of his days.

Yoongi ran to him as soon as he shook everyone’s hands from his department. Seokjin met him halfway, eagerly lifting Yoongi to his torso as the younger immediately launched himself towards him. He spun them around, kissing Yoongi halfway with the biggest, goofiest smile on his face.

“Alright, that’s enough. Put me down,” Yoongi said with a laugh.

“I don’t know, ‘Gi. I kinda like you being wrapped around me like this. Makes me feel like a strong, macho dude.”

Yoongi slapped his shoulder, “put me down or I’ll bite your ear in front of everyone.”

Seokjin snorted at that, but still decided to let Yoongi go. His hands launched themselves on Yoongi’s waist as he stepped closer to the younger, “congratulations, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

Yoongi clung on his shoulders, smiling widely, “and I’m proud of you too. I can’t believe we actually managed to graduate on time.”

“Perks of having your boyfriend as your roommate I guess.”

“More like a downside. I still haven’t forgiven you for being so insistent on sucking me off almost every morning and making me late to class.”

Seokjin lifted a brow, “stop acting like you never liked it. We both know that you do.”

“Yeah but—”

“Seokjin-ah, Yoongi-yah,” someone called out, making the both of them turn their heads towards the source of the voice. Both of them immediately let go of each other as soon as they saw their parents standing beside them with a teasing grin on their face.

Seokjin shoved his hands inside his pant pockets while Yoongi cleared his voice. “Hello, Mrs. Kim, Mr. Kim,” the younger greeted, standing straighter than usual.

“I hope the ceremony didn’t bore you like it did us, mother, father,” Seokjin said cheerfully to his boyfriend’s parents.

His parents chuckled, “yah, Yoongi! Why are you always so formal with us? You should be like our son here. Shameless!”

“Mom!” Seokjin called out, making Yoongi’s parents laugh.

“You have to excuse our son, he’s always been shy with others. Like a hermit,” Yoongi’s mom supplied, caressing her son’s arm.

“That really isn’t helping me, mom. But I appreciate the thought,” Yoongi said as a faint blush tinted his cheeks.

Yoongi’s dad coughed lowly, getting everyone’s attention, “we made a reservation at the restaurant nearby. Will you two come with us or will one of you bring your own car?”

“We’ll just take my car, dad,” Yoongi suddenly turned to Seokjin’s parents, “if… um… if you don’t mind, Mr. and Mrs. Kim.”

“Oh don’t worry about us, child. Our Seokjinnie gets too loud for us sometimes and I would rather have a quiet ride to the restaurant,” Seokjin’s dad responded.

Seokjin covered his face with his palm, “it hasn’t even been five minutes since you two got here and I’ve already been called shameless and obnoxiously loud.”

He felt his mother tap his cheek playfully, “you know we love you, Seokjin-ah.” She then turned to Yoongi and repeated the same action, “drive safely, okay?”

Yoongi blinked and nodded slowly, “y-yes, Mrs. Kim.”

Seokjin’s mom smiled widely and looked at Yoongi’s parents, “your son is so shy it’s adorable!”

Yoongi’s mom beamed with pride, “it is his charm, after all. I bet our Seokjinnie fell in love with him because of it.”

“That, and the fact that he has the biggest dick in the world,” Seokjin whispered against Yoongi’s ear, earning a loud slap from the younger.

“We’ll meet you there,” Yoongi announced before pulling Seokjin away from them, “we just have to go back to our dorm so we can change.”

Their parents waved enthusiastically at them before they started walking to the direction of the parking lot. Seokjin couldn’t help but laugh as he let his boyfriend drag him out of the events hall.

“We’re going for a quickie before dinner?” Seokjin teased, poking Yoongi’s side.

Yoongi snarled at him, “no, we’re really going back to our dorm to change. I’m not going out dressed like some sort of talk show host, especially not with our parents.” Yoongi scanned him from head to foot, “I suggest you do the same.”

“In my defence, being a talk show host was one of my dreams as a child. And you know what they say, you gotta dress for the job you want.”

“Yeah but you get clumsy sometimes when you eat, and the last thing you want is to mess up your dress shirt over some jajangmyeon.”

Seokjin feigned annoyance, “fine, but I’m not getting rid of my pants. They look good on me.”

Yoongi smirked as he took a turn, “I would prefer if you let me take that off after dinner.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Seokjin said, temporarily forgetting about his plan to talk to Yoongi.


Their dinner went exceptionally well. Seokjin and Yoongi bickered every now and then and had their parents join in occassionally. Sometimes his mom would share an embarrassing story from his childhood and Yoongi’s mom would chime in with a story about Yoongi’s, causing both of them to squirm and complain in their seats. Their dads would eventually join in too, bragging about their son’s accomplishments — even the tiniest ones — and would sometimes jokingly warn the other about taking care of their own sons. Both Seokjin and Yoongi would nod obediently and would remain silent until they would hear their parents share a hearty laugh.

Once they bid their farewells, Yoongi drove them back to their dorm since their lease stated that they can still stay there until the end of the month. Seokjin was beyond thankful he could spend another two weeks with his boyfriend, especially since this could be his last time to be with the younger.

No, this is Yoongi we’re talking about, he told himself, he would understand. He always has.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked him after throwing the washcloth next to their pile of clothes on the floor.

Seokjin turned to his side, hand gripping the sheet tightly, “yeah. Just… just thinking.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” Seokjin whispered before he forced himself to smile widely, “I haven’t given you my graduation gift.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows shot upwards, “you mean you prepared more for me besides that amazing sex we just had?”

Seokjin rolled his eyes, “of course I have! You deserve something more than a good orgasm, after all.” He stood up from his spot on his bed and pulled out the huge box under his bed, “surprise!”

“What is it?” Yoongi asked, reluctantly reaching for the box.

“You gotta open it to find out, silly,” Seokjin teased as he sat next to Yoongi, “come on, open it.”

Yoongi looked at him for a long time, like he wanted to say something but decided against it. He turned his attention back on the box in front of him and gently removed the wrapper, careful not to tear the paper. Seokjin couldn’t help but smile widely at the sight of Yoongi’s eyes sparkling as he slowly unravelled his present.

“Oh my god, Seokjin is this—”

Seokjin scratched the back of his neck, “I know you already have your own MIDI controller, but I heard from one of your professors that this was a must-have for every beginning music producer. Plus, I know you just broke yours a couple of months ago so…” he cleared his throat and tilted his head towards the box, “open it, there’s more inside.”

Yoongi’s eyes flew open as he delicately pulled the flap of the box. Inside it was the MIDI controller, a pair of studio headphones, studio microphone, studio monitors, and a cheap-looking pop filter. “Oh my god.”

“I know getting started would be extremely difficult for you and I know there’s a shit ton of equipment that you would need, so I thought of buying you your own little beginner’s kit,” Seokjin explained, flailing his hands frantically, “of course, you’d get better ones once you get your name out there, but I—”

Yoongi interrupted him with a kiss, “I love you so much, have I ever told you that?”

Seokjin smiled sweetly and kissed him again, “every minute of everyday actually.”

“Because I really do,” Yoongi said before jutting out his lower lip, “this just makes my gift for you too small and insignificant.”

“You have a gift for me too?” Seokjin questioned, eyes wide.

“Yeah I— close your eyes.”


“Close your eyes,” Yoongi instructed, leaving Seokjin’s bed, “I don’t want you to see it yet.”

Seokjin chuckled but still obliged, tilting his head every time he heard the tiniest rustling. After a couple more odd sounds from Yoongi, he felt the space in front of him sinking.

“Okay, you can… you can open your eyes now.”

The first thing Seokjin saw was Yoongi chewing his bottom lip nervously while he looked at Seokjin with trembling eyes. The second thing he noticed was the blue rectangular-shaped box in Yoongi’s hand with an unfamiliar logo on the front. “What’s this?”

Yoongi slowly opened the box, revealing two matching pendants hanging onto a thin, silver chain. He leaned in closer to inspect the jewelry. There were four triangles connected at their tips, forming some kind of snow angel with an inverted triangle for its head. Or a cross.

“I… I wanted to get you a ring,” Yoongi explained shyly as Seokjin thumbed over the pendant, “but I couldn’t afford them yet so I just got you this.”

Seokjin perked his head up, eyes wide, “a ring?”

His boyfriend had the audacity to grin sheepishly at him, “not to propose to you, you dingleberry. I know we’re still too young to make a huge decision like that and I want us to be able to get ourselves known in the industry first before getting engaged.”

“What’s the purpose of the ring then?” Seokjin asked, mind buzzing with multiple thoughts.

“A promise.”

Seokjin tilted his head to the side while Yoongi pulled one of the necklaces and started unclasping it.

“I wanted to get something that would remind you how much I love you,” Yoongi made his way to clasp the necklace on the back of Seokjin’s neck. “I’m still in no position to promise you marriage, but I can promise you that my heart will stay devoted to you and that there’s no one else for me but you.”


“And then I got myself one too because the saleslady said I’ll get an additional 15% discount if I buy another one.”

Seokjin choked out a laugh, “let me put yours on.”

Yoongi handed him the other necklace with a smile, “the best thing about these is that we don’t have to take them off since it’s made of platinum. We can shower with it and we won’t have to worry about it turning our skin green!”

“You sound like someone selling the necklace to me,” Seokjin said as he clasped the chain together. He silently admired the pendant for some time before looking back up at Yoongi, who was flashing his gummy smile at him. “I need to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

Seokjin pursed his lips, “let’s take a shower first and get dressed. I don’t— I’d rather talk about it when we’re less sticky from sex and giddy from the gifts.”

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, “why can’t we talk about it now?”

“I don’t want to ruin the mood. Please, Yoongichi?”

Yoongi remained still for a few seconds before he made a move to stand up, “let’s make it quick then.”


Seokjin paced around the room, fingers idly playing with the pendant while Yoongi remained seated on his bed, waiting for him to speak.

“I don’t know how to say this without hurting you,” he began, eyes glued to the floor.

“You could never hurt me, Jinnie.”

Seokjin shook his head, “I think I’m about to prove you wrong,” he stopped in front of Yoongi, head still hanging low. “I got an offer in a movie.”

Yoongi’s eyes sparkled as his hand reached out for Seokjin’s, “that’s great news!”

“In… in America.”

“Then that's even better!” Yoongi said enthusiastically, “I don’t see why you were expecting me to get hurt over this, Jinnie.”

Seokjin bit the inside of his cheek and finally gathered the courage to look at his boyfriend, “the agency that recruited me wanted me to live there for the next seven years and I wouldn’t be allowed to go back here unless it’s for filming purposes.”

“Oh,” Yoongi released his hand and looked away, “I don’t— I mean I can’t—”

“I’m not expecting you to come with me, ‘Gi,” Seokjin said, sitting beside his boyfriend.

“B-But I want to…” Yoongi whispered, bringing his thumb to his lips and started chewing the skin off.

Seokjin gently pulled his wrist towards his chest, preventing Yoongi from biting his nails further, “no you don’t. Yoongi, I already know you were offered a contract by one of those entertainment companies in Seoul.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed, “I don’t remember mentioning that to you.”

“Your dad mentioned it one time over lunch while you were in the bathroom.”

“Is that why you bought me all these pieces of equipment?”

“Among other things.”

Yoongi turned his head to face him, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

Seokjin sighed and rubbed circles on the back of the younger’s hand, “I— I’m not sure we’ll be able to focus on our own careers if we don’t— I don’t think long distance is for us, Yoongi-yah.”

Yoongi’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, “are you suggesting we break up? Seokjin, that’s not fair. I just— I mean we just— y-you can’t just suddenly do this. Not… not like this, and especially not right now.”

“When do you suggest I do it? When I’m thousands of miles away from you and I could only do it through a screen? When you’re too tired of waiting for me or I’m too stressed of all the fights we’ll have?”

“We… We can make long-distance work. I know it’ll be hard at first, but we’ll manage. We always have!”


“And I’ll… I’m going to keep working at the coffee shop so I can visit you every year! I’ll get another part-time job if I have to.”

Seokjin felt his lips tremble, “you have your career as a music producer to prioritize, Yoongi-yah.”

“But you’re my priority too, Seokjin-ah. I can’t… I don’t want to live in a world without you by my side,” a tear silently rolled down the younger’s cheek. “I love you Jinnie, I really do. Please don’t do this to me.”

“Yoongi, I want you to focus on creating your own career for now. Like… like you said earlier, we’re still so young and the industry we want to be a part of is too big and too uptight for us to not give it our full attention.”

“I can multitask.”

“Baby,” Seokjin wiped the tears on Yoongi’s face, “I don’t want to do this either, but I won’t be able to forgive myself if you ended up not achieving your dreams because our relationship held you back.”

Yoongi sniffed loudly, cupping Seokjin’s hand on his face as he melted into the touch, “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’ll always have me, Yoongichi. You’re the love of my life. My soulmate. I would have to die before I learn how to stop loving you.”

“Can I really not make you stay? With me?” Yoongi choked out, trying his best to talk through his hiccups. “I w-won’t stop you from going to America, I promise. I won’t demand much of your time and I— I’ll work on my music really hard so I get paid more and then—”

“Yoongi-yah,” Seokjin said as more tears escaped his eyes, “I don’t want to hurt you like that.”

“But breaking up with you hurts more. Jinnie—”

“How about we make a deal? W-We break up for now, but if… if we meet each other again in the future, and we’re both single and still love each other as much as we do today, I’ll marry you on the spot.”

Yoongi snorted and slapped his chest weakly, “that shit only works in dramas.”

Seokjin giggled in between his sobs before he brought Yoongi’s hand to his lips and started kissing his knuckles, “give me seven years, Yoongi-yah. Seven years and I promise I’ll come back for you. I’ll find you and I’ll make sure I have a ring for you then.”

“But what if you won’t be able to find me?”

“I’ll flip this country upside down if I have to.”

Yoongi cupped his cheek with his free hand, “does this mean I have to say goodbye to you now?”

“No,” Seokjin said, leaning into the touch, “we only say goodbye to the dead. And I still have two weeks before I have to leave. And even if I didn’t, we’ll see each other again in the future. I promised you, remember?”

“I’m gonna have to sue you if you don’t keep that promise,” Yoongi retorted as he crawled to Seokjin’s lap.

“Don’t worry baby,” Seokjin pulled Yoongi closer to him, “I’ll look for the best lawyers in Los Angeles if we ever come to that.”

✿     ✿     ✿

The next few years went by a blur for Seokjin.

Sure, he was happy — satisfied even — with his escalating acting career. He doubted at first if someone like him could make a name for himself in Hollywood; a place ruled by white people and some coloured folks who were born and raised in that country. But America was a lot more open and welcoming to foreigners like him, and his linguistics skills did wonders for his career. It even landed him on his very first leading role.

But no amount of fame and money and blinding lights were enough for him to forget that one person from his past. 

During his first two years in America, Seokjin would often find himself drunk and crying while he tried looking Yoongi up online. They had agreed to block each other’s number and social media to help each other focus on their own careers, so his only way to see how his ex was doing was through Google search. But Yoongi was still new in the industry, still trying to get his name known, so all of Seokjin’s searches would often end up in vain.

Seokjin wanted to continue that painful routine, wanted to check on Yoongi in any and every way he could think of. He even called Yoongi’s parents at one point, just to ask how their son was doing.

But Seokjin knew this could only go on for so long, and he knew he wasn’t being fair to Yoongi (the younger didn’t have anyone to call to ask how Seokjin was doing after all) so he forced himself to break out of the habit and decided to focus on his scripts and improving himself.

When he felt like he was emotionally prepared enough, Seokjin tried dating again — men and women alike — discreetly, since his career was too precious for him to have it ruined by someone he doesn’t even love. But he still found his heart beating, yelling for Yoongi.

Eventually, he decided to give up on dating altogether and just hoped that, when his contract expires, he would still have Yoongi to go back to.

Except when his seven years were up, Seokjin ended up seated in his agency’s conference room with his manager instead of somewhere at the airport with his luggage and ring for Yoongi. His manager unknowingly agreed to a director’s pleas to get Seokjin to star in his movie despite him not renewing his contract. For the first time in his life, Seokjin found himself yelling at someone, angry tears rolling down his cheeks.

“You don’t get to control my life like that! I didn’t fucking renew my contract for a fucking reason!” he yelled out, crumpling the script handed to him.

“Seokjin I don’t think you’re understanding the situation properly. The director was more than willing to give you 12% of the movie sales, and that’s beside your salary!” his manager explained calmly.

“I don’t give a shit about the money, managernim. I want to go home. I want to go back to—”

“To Yoongi,” his manager continued, “I know, I know. But Seokjin, this would take like three months tops. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind waiting for you until then.”

Seokjin glared at him before slamming the door behind him. He wanted nothing more than to get out of there, flee the country and start his search for Yoongi. But he knew that would cause an uproar, not only to himself but to the director as well. And Seokjin was never the type of person to endanger someone’s career over his personal desires.

That was the reason why he found himself in an all too familiar Hollywood backlot with a bunch of actors and a couple of production crew while they do a read-through a week later.

“Excellent! I knew I made the right decision to cast all of you!” the director said cheerfully once the last line was read out loud by Seokjin.

“You guys made the script so much better than I have envisioned,” the scriptwriter said, wiping her eyes, “thank you.”

“Your script was really well-written,” Seokjin said, offering his handkerchief to the writer.

She smiled at him and bowed, “thank you,” she said in Korean, making Seokjin blush.

Seokjin bowed back before the director suddenly pulled him aside.

“Seokjin Kim! I’m so glad you gave my movie a chance!” he bellowed as he walked back inside the building.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Seokjin responded timidly, walking a few steps behind the director.

“Well, I would like you to know that I am beyond honoured to have you as my main actor. I’m sure this film will be another success thanks to you!”

Seokjin shoved his hand in his pocket, “you flatter me too much, director. But thank you, I’ll do my best.”

The director suddenly turned around to face Seokjin, “I know you will, Seokjin. You’re one of Hollywood’s rising actors for a reason. But listen, I need you to do me a favour and I would love it if you could keep this between the two of us.”

Seokjin forced himself to blink to stop himself from rolling his eyes. What, like staying in this fucking country instead of going back home wasn’t enough of a favour for you? “Of course, director.”

“You are an angel!” the director beamed before entering the elevator. “We hired a new music producer for our film, you know, since the main character is Korean. I wanted to keep it authentic if you know what I mean. So I called up one of the biggest music producers in Korea and asked him if he would be willing to produce all of our soundtracks.” The director chuckled, “you wouldn’t believe how much I had to pay this guy to say yes to me!”

“So you want me to be his personal interpreter?”

“Oh hell no! The guy’s more fluent in English than I’ll ever be!”

Seokjin raised an eyebrow, “what do you want me to do then?”

The two of them exited the elevator and walked towards one of the conference rooms, “since we won’t film the movie until next month, I was wondering if you could get this guy entertained for the time being. You know, tour him around Los Angeles. Introduce him to your friends. Get him to stay here in Hollywood if you can.”

“But you just said he has an established career back in Korea.”

“Yeah, but you guys already have enough producers back there. Hollywood, on the other hand, is being deprived of talented music producers. Plus I bet it would cost less if he decided to live here.”

Seokjin sighed as the director knocked on the door, “I’ll try to, but I’m not promising anything.”

The director chortled loudly, “that’s all I need to hear, Seokjin,” he twisted the door open and entered the room, “Suga! My man! Here’s the guy I was talking about.”

Seokjin kept his eyes trailed on the floor as he stretched his lips the best he could, “hi, I’m—”

“Seokjin,” the other guy called out. Seokjin instantly looked up, recognizing the producer’s voice. His eyes grew wide as his mouth formed a small o.

“Ah, I see you know our main star here already,” the director said as he grabbed Seokjin’s shoulder, who was still staring at the third guy in utter horror and disbelief. “Seokjin, this is Suga, the top producer from Korea that I was talking about.”

Yoongi walked closer to him and offered his hand, “nice to finally meet you, Seokjin.”

Seokjin mindlessly reached out for the hand as his eyes scanned the man in front of him, “y-you too, Yoo— Suga. Welcome to Hollywood.”

Yoongi smiled timidly at him and faced the director, starting a conversation about ideas for the movie’s soundtrack. Seokjin just stared at him, pinching his side every now and then to make sure he wasn’t in the middle of another daydream.

That had happened a lot to him during his first few years in America. He would be doing the most mundane task and somewhere along the way he would suddenly see Yoongi at the corner of the room, smiling at him. He would always burst into tears after realizing it was his imagination tricking him.

This time, however, Yoongi was still standing in front of him despite Seokjin pinching every part of his arm.

He tried to look at Yoongi again, taking in every detail. Yoongi had grown into a more handsome man, Seokjin thought. The younger looked taller, though he suspects Yoongi was wearing insoles. He also looked significantly broader with his well-toned chest and bigger arms that were more muscles than baby fat, unlike a few years ago. Yoongi had also dyed his hair grey and adopted the latest undercut trend, which went well with his plain white shirt and black baggy pants. There were a couple of silver earrings dangling from his ears, matching the necklace hanging around his ne— oh.

Yoongi was wearing the necklace Seokjin had hung around his neck the night they broke up, the same necklace he had hidden behind his black dress shirt.

“Well, I guess I’ll leave you two here. Got a busy day ahead of me and all,” the director said cheekily, nudging Seokjin as he turned to the door, “make our guest feel welcome. Okay, Seokjin?”

“O-Of course, director,” Seokjin stuttered, opening the door for him, “I’ll see you next week?”

The director glanced at Yoongi and then back at him, “make it three, Seokjin. Why don’t you focus on our guest for the meantime.” With that, the director patted his shoulder and exited the room, leaving him with Yoongi.

Hilariously, Seokjin kept holding the door like a fool, refusing to look back at Yoongi. It wasn’t until he heard the younger chuckle that he finally forced himself to turn around.

“You can take a seat, I won’t bite,” Yoongi told him in English, “I don’t know if I should talk to you in Korean or not. Do you even know how to speak the language?”

Seokjin swallowed the lump in his throat, “just because I’ve been here for the past seven years doesn’t mean I forgot how to speak in Korean,” he spat out, enunciating his words properly. It was true that he still knows the language, he had been speaking it his entire life. But he will admit that it’s been a long time since he spoke to someone in Korean, so had to make sure he wasn’t mispronouncing anything.

Yoongi smirked at him as he took a seat in one of the swivel chairs, “just making sure you didn’t change completely.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Yoongi shrugged, spinning around, “you look great. I assume America has been good to you?”

“I could say the same for you. You… you’re one of the top producers now huh?”

“And songwriter. But I assume you haven’t heard any of my songs. It’s okay though. I haven’t seen any of your movies either.”

Seokjin couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrows in annoyance, “what’s with the attitude?” Shouldn’t we be all over each other right now? Or hugging at least? He wanted to add but refrained himself from doing so. Something told him the Yoongi in front of him would rather eat his shoe than touch Seokjin.

Instead of answering his question, Yoongi placed his feet on the table and looked at the wall beside Seokjin. “You should really be more careful with who you fuck, Seokjin. I don’t think it would be beneficial for your career to have your co-actors and makeup artist bragging about being in bed with you.”

Seokjin’s breath got caught in his lungs, “y-you can’t be sure they were talking about me.”

“That’s what I thought too!” Yoongi said, laughing like Seokjin just told him the funniest joke in the world. “But then this dude — I assume he was an actor because he was pretty attractive — was able to describe your body in full details. You should’ve seen him drooling while talking about your broad shoulders and narrow waist and full hips. I’m pretty sure he got himself hard just reminiscing about your night together.”

“Yoongi, I can explain—”

The younger tilted his head, “what for? You’re single, I’m single. What you do in your life doesn’t concern me, Seokjin. I just thought you should know that the people you shagged were talking about it in public and I was worried it could affect your reputation.”

Seokjin felt tears prickle his eyes, “stop being a jackass, Yoongi.”

I’m being a jackass?” Yoongi blurted out, his calm facade finally dissolving, “excuse me, but I’m not the one who made that stupid promise all those years ago and made me look like a fucking fool only to fuck every good looking people he sees and forgetting about me altogether.”

“I didn’t forget about you!”

“Oh, is that why you’re still here filming? You said your contract ends in seven years, Seokjin. And yet here you are having a jolly good time with your fellow actors while I was stuck in Korea, doing my best to put my name out there so I can make you proud of me. So when you go home I can proudly tell you that I made it, that all the pain from our break up was worth it, and that I’m finally ready to get married to you.” Yoongi put his feet down as he stood up from his seat “but I guess marriage is no longer in your cards, huh?”

Seokjin charged at him, his eyes burning holes on Yoongi’s shoes. He pushed the younger against the wall and held his shoulders in place. “I was scheduled to fly back home last week, you fucking asshole. I had my ticket and my luggage ready and I already told my agency that I wasn’t going to renew my contract because I told them, I fucking told them I wanted to go home. To you. Because I missed you so much and I wanted nothing more than to get on one knee and fucking propose to you. But my fucking manager accepted this director’s offer without my knowledge and took the liberty to cancel my ticket without telling me.”

Yoongi tried opening his mouth to interrupt him, but Seokjin was quick enough to cover his lips with his hand. “I’m not gonna deny the things you heard from my co-actors because it’s true. I did bring a couple of them to bed. Because I was trying to cope with my loneliness, from missing you too much. Yeah, it was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, but I regret that now. And I only did it on my fourth year here and stopped after a few months. I don’t know what that dude was on, but I swear on my life I haven’t fucked anyone for the past three years.”

Seokjin let him go and stepped back, finally looking Yoongi in the eye and finally allowing the tears pooling in his eyes to fall. Ever since he came to America, all he could think about was how his first meeting with Yoongi would go. Will they cry in each other’s arms? Will they be one of those cringy couples who would kiss in the middle of the airport? Will they just stare at each other in disbelief? Will Yoongi prepare a cheesy banner for him?

But never in his life did Seokjin think that their first meeting after a long time would look like this — him shaking and crying while Yoongi kept his eyes on the table, unmoving.

“I know you hate my guts, but I’m responsible for you for the next few weeks. So if you could just act professional and try your best to suppress your anger towards me for the meantime, that would be great,” he spat out before storming out of the room.


Seokjin spent the next couple of days holed inside his penthouse, crying and sulking about his encounter with Yoongi. He consumed half of his wine collection while binge-watching all the cheesy rom coms he could find on Netflix and ignored every call he got from his manager. He really can’t deal with anyone right now.

Except on the fifth day, Seokjin received a call from the director, demanding him to come to the set as soon as he could. He wanted to make an excuse, or tell the director that he doesn’t want to be a part of the movie anymore. But a small part of him wanted to continue with the movie just so he would have the chance to see Yoongi again, even though the younger had already expressed his hatred towards him.

Begrudgingly, Seokjin left the comfort of his apartment in his hoodies and sweats. As he was driving through the highway, he received another call from the director.

“Seokjin, where are you? I’ve been waiting for you for ten minutes!”

“I’m almost there. I’m sorry alright? Traffic was horrible,” he lied, shoving his middle finger on his phone.

“Well drive faster. If you’re not here in five minutes I’m gonna have to fire you,” the director said before hanging up.

“Oh, by all means, fire me already!” Seokjin yelled at his phone, “fucking bastard.”

When he arrived at the director’s office three minutes later, Seokjin almost yelled for the second time that week. Thankfully, the director’s loud voice beat him to it. “Glad you could finally make it, Seokjin. I’m sure you remember Suga?”

Seokjin turned his head to the younger and dug his fingernails on his palm, “hi.”


“He told me you haven’t been taking him out anywhere since you two met a few days ago. Is this true?” the director asked him.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t feeling well,” he said through gritted teeth. “I can drive him around town if he’s free today.”

The director looked at Yoongi expectantly. Please say no, please say no.

“I am,” Yoongi said with a small smile on his face.

“Excellent! Well, you two better be on your way before traffic hits again,” the director shooed them away, grinning like a fool as Seokjin opened the door for Yoongi.

“You know being someone’s tour guide wasn’t a part of my contract,” Seokjin said bitterly.

“I’ll give you 15% of the movie sales. And I’ll double your pay too if you make him stay.”

Seokjin scoffed, “talk to my manager about increasing my shares. As for the double pay, I’m sure I won’t be able to convince Suga to stay here after the movie, so forget about it.” Without glancing back, Seokjin slammed the door behind him and looked lazily at Yoongi, “come on, my car’s this way.”

“You’re getting paid to tour me around?” Yoongi asked in Korean as they passed one of the producers.

“I’m also being offered a double pay if I’m able to convince you to stay. But I said no because I know that persuading you to stay in a place where you’ll constantly be around me would be futile,” he unlocked his Aventador and tilted his head towards the passenger door, “get in.”

Yoongi blinked at him, his mouth agape, “this is your car?”

“No, Yoongi. I stole it on my way here,” he sighed, opening the driver’s door, “yes this is my car. I bought this after getting my first lead role in a movie. Now get in before the press spots us.”

Yoongi obliged, humming silently to himself as he settled himself on the passenger seat. Seokjin almost cooed at him, but he knew he was in no position to do so.

“What do you wanna see first?”

“The Hollywood sign!” Yoongi exclaimed, looking at Seokjin excitedly, “I’ve always wanted to see that.”

“Okay, hold on tight.”

The drive was silent, minus the sound of traffic outside the car and Yoongi’s low humming beside him. He didn’t know why Yoongi looked a lot happier compared to the first time they saw each other, but Seokjin preferred not to question it and remained cautious. If life had taught him anything, it’s the fact that it would give you something to be disappointed about the second you put your guard down.

Seokjin drove to a hill directly across from the famous sign. As much as he’d like to bring Yoongi as close as they could, he was still considered a celebrity, and he has to be cautious lest he wants a dating rumour to begin. Besides, he’s sure there were a couple of people who could recognize Yoongi. He wasn’t an idol, but — according to Seokjin’s research a couple of days ago — he was pretty well known in the music industry, both in America and Korea. So it would be best if they would avoid crowded places.

“We’re here,” Seokjin called out as soon as he parked his car at the top of the hill.

Yoongi unbuckled his seatbelt, “it’s really there. Oh my god!” he excitedly made his way out of the car and ran at the edge of the railing, “Seokjin, look! It’s there!”

Seokjin chuckled, leaning on the car door, “I can see.”

“I can’t believe I’m really in Hollywood, holy shit. I feel like a celebrity.”

“Glad the sign could make you happy.”

Yoongi turned to him and flashed his gummy smile, “thank you for bringing me here, Jinnie.”

Seokjin felt a lump on his throat. He tried to smile back, but he could feel tears prickling his eyes and his continuous blinking wasn’t helping him hold it in. “I’ll… I’ll be in the car. It’s getting cold. Take all the time you need.”

As soon as he was inside, Seokjin started weeping pathetically. He pressed his palms against his eyes, mentally scolding himself for crying over a damn nickname. He let himself sob and wail, not noticing the passenger door opening.

“Hey,” Yoongi called out as he pulled Seokjin into a hug, “it’s okay, I’m here.”

Seokjin cried loudly as soon as he felt Yoongi rubbing circles around his back, “g-go away.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Stop pretending you’re worried about me,” Seokjin choked out.

“I’m not pretending.”

“Yes you are, you hate me.”

“I could never hate you, Jinnie.” Yoongi kissed the top of his head, “I’m sorry I acted like an asshole the other day. I didn’t mean to accuse you like that. I was just… I thought you forgot about me. And then I heard that guy talking about how good you were in bed and I— my brain just thought of the worst-case scenario so I acted like a jerk out of instinct. I’m sorry.”

Seokjin sniffed loudly, “you’re a fool to think I could ever forget about you.”

“I’ve always been a fool for you,” Yoongi said as he kissed Seokjin’s head the second time, “I missed you so much, Seokjin-ah.”

Seokjin slapped Yoongi’s chest weakly, “I missed you too. God, you have no idea how much I missed you.”

Yoongi cradled him silently as he slowly calmed himself down. When he was sure that no more tears would roll down his cheeks, he pulled away from Yoongi and wiped his face with the back of his hand.

“Don’t you have some tissue?” Yoongi asked, offering his handkerchief to him.

“N-No, I ran out a few weeks ago and I keep on forgetting to buy a new one.”

Yoongi laughed, “a million-dollar sports car and not a single piece of tissue inside.”

“We all have our flaws,” Seokjin said, giggling. They stayed silent after that, sitting next to each other as the sun sets in front of them.

“Hey,” Yoongi called out a few moments later, “remember when you told me you’ll get on one knee as soon as you see me again?”

Seokjin turned his entire body to face Yoongi, “I don’t have the ring with me right now.”

Yoongi shrugged cooly, “I’m not saying you should do it this instant. I’m just reminding you what you promised me years ago.”

Suddenly, an idea came to his mind. Seokjin leaned towards his glove box and pulled out his toiletry bag. He quickly pulled out his dental floss, “give me your hand.”


“Come on, let me propose to you. I’ll give you the real thing when we get home.”

“You’re bringing me home?”

Seokjin tilted his head, “do you not want me to?”

“I do!” Yoongi said immediately, “anywhere’s better than that shitty motel room they provided.”

“But what if my apartment’s small and disgusting? Does that mean you won’t come with me anymore?” Seokjin asked with a pout.

Yoongi scowled at him, “I would happily live under a bridge if that meant I would be with you. Now get on with your proposal before I beat you to it.”

Seokjin laughed at him before pulling out the floss. He held Yoongi’s hand and kept his eyes on the younger’s. “I swear I have a speech prepared for this, but I’m so overwhelmed right now and I still can’t believe you’re actually here in front of me so I’m gonna make this short. Min Yoongi, you are my past, my present, my future, and my forever. I loved you then when you were still dreaming about being a music producer, I continued loving you when you were making a name for yourself, and I will continue to love you until you’re named the grandfather of Korean music. But even if you won’t, I’ll love you anyway.”

Yoongi chuckled and wiped the corner of his eye.

“I once told you that you’re the love of my life, my soulmate. All those years and I can still proudly claim that to be true. I can’t picture my life without you, Yoongichi. And I know this is the lamest proposal ever, but would you give me the honour to be your husband for the rest of our lives?”

Yoongi nodded fervently, giggling in between hiccups as Seokjin tied the floss on his ring finger. Once Seokjin was done tying it into a bow, Yoongi lifted his hand and admired the thread, “this is the best engagement ring in the world. I’m keeping it in my wallet.”

“Wait until you see the actual thing,” Seokjin said, grinning from ear to ear, “do I get to call you my fiancé now?”

Yoongi leaned closer to him until his lips were a few centimetres from Seokjin’s, “I like the sound of that.”

Seokjin placed his hand on Yoongi’s thigh as he slowly closed the gap between them, “me too.”

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Their relationship progressed pretty quickly after that. And by quickly, Seokjin meant as fast as that Road Runner from Looney Tunes.

Seokjin proposed to Yoongi properly as soon as they got to his apartment, but he wasn’t able to present his prepared speech to Yoongi until the morning after because his boyfriend— fiancé, immediately jumped at him as soon as he got the ring in Yoongi’s finger and dragged him to his bedroom. Seokjin had never been stripped so fast his entire life.

Afterwards, they decided to keep their relationship on the low as they started filming the movie. Yoongi worked on all the soundtracks while Seokjin did his best to give the script the justice it deserved. As soon as shooting was done, Seokjin renewed his contract with his agency — much to their delight — and brought Yoongi with him, telling his manager that Yoongi was joining their label — much to their surprise.

When they had settled their contracts, Seokjin immediately drove Yoongi to the nearest chapel he could find and, without much ado, signed them up for the next wedding ceremony.

Thankfully, both of them had enough sense to dress up a little. Although it wasn’t the traditional three-piece suit, Seokjin was beyond happy in his white dress shirt and black pants.

Yoongi was somehow able to find white pants to match his black dress shirt (“get it? Because we’re complete opposites and yet we still attracted each other! Like yin and yang” Yoongi explained as he fixed his bowtie.)

They didn’t have any witnesses except for the wedding officiant and the staff cleaning the chapel, but it was more than enough for the both of them. They read their wedding vows to each other with the biggest smiles on their faces and exchanged wedding rings without preamble.

Once they got their wedding photos — courtesy of the chapel — they bought the next ticket to Korea. His agency had agreed on letting them take a three-month vacation in their home country. A wedding gift, as what his manager had said. Seokjin could have kissed him there and then if it wasn’t for Yoongi aggressively pulling on his wrist.

Seokjin’s parents bawled as he walked into their house. They cried even louder when Yoongi shyly showed them his engagement ring and his wedding ring.

“You’re officially our son!” Seokjin’s mom exclaimed, hugging Yoongi tightly, “you’re required to call me mom now, or I would make my Seokjinnie retrieve that ring from you.”

“I’ll try,” Yoongi responded as he hugged her back with a huge grin on his face, “mom.”


Yoongi’s parents also cried the second they saw their son’s wedding ring. His mom even complained about not being invited, while his dad couldn’t help but ask about his new career in America.

“It wasn’t even a huge wedding, mom. Just us, the wedding clerk, wedding photographer, and the staff cleaning the chapel.” Yoongi turned to his dad, “the audience loved the soundtrack album, dad. I’m sure I’ll be able to establish myself as a music producer in America as well as I did here. Maybe even better since my husband’s a well-known Hollywood actor.”

Seokjin blushed profusely. It was his first time hearing Yoongi acknowledge him as his husband, and he couldn’t help but let out a loud squeal, temporarily forgetting that he was in front of Yoongi’s parents.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to squeal like a teenager,” he said sheepishly, “it’s my first time hearing your son call me his husband.”

Yoongi’s mom beamed at him and giggled, “oh, I know exactly how you feel! I couldn’t stop jumping on the mattress when my husband called me ‘honey’ for the first time. It was euphoric.”

Yoongi’s dad slung his arm lazily around her, “I hope I still have the same effect on you after all these years?”

“Of course you have honey,” Yoongi’s mom moved closer to her husband, but Yoongi was quick to stop them.

“Please don’t kiss here in front of us,” he said in horror, making his parents laugh.

Later, Seokjin was accompanying Yoongi’s mother while she washed the dishes, she cupped Seokjin’s hands in hers and smiled sweetly.

“I’m really glad you worked things out between our son, Seokjinnie.”

“I am too, mother. You had no idea how hard it was for me to live without him by my side.”

Yoongi’s mother pulled him into a hug, “just promise me you’ll take care of him, alright?”

Seokjin nodded against her shoulders, “I promise.”


When the two of them got back in Seokjin’s penthouse three months later, Yoongi suddenly initiated a conversation about having a child.

“Do you want to have kids someday, Jinnie?” the younger asked him, fiddling with Seokjin’s wedding ring as they lay on their bed.

“As appealing as that sounds, I don’t think science would agree with that, ‘Gi.”

Yoongi faced him and scowled, “you know what I’m talking about.”

Seokjin turned to his side and snuggled his head on the crook of Yoongi’s neck, “I think I would be more than willing to experience anything as long as I’m doing it with you.”

“But having a child is more than just an experience.”

“I know, but it’s still an experience, right?”

Yoongi chuckled, “I guess so. But you still haven’t answered my question.”

Seokjin pondered about it. Was he physically, mentally, and emotionally prepared to take care of another human being? Was he mature enough to make sure he would raise the child into a righteous person? Was his heart ready to love someone as much as he loved himself and Yoongi?

“I do,” he confessed, “but I don't think I want to have one right now. I think I want you all to myself for some time. Do you?”

Yoongi nodded, “I don’t want a lot though. I think one is more than enough for both of us.”

“Do you prefer a boy or a girl?”

“Honestly? I prefer a boy. But I would gladly accept whatever’s given to us. How about you?”

Seokjin hummed against Yoongi’s neck, “I want to have a girl so I could dress her up in dresses and cowboy hats and cute onesies.”

“You could do that with a baby boy too.”

“But he wouldn’t have long hair for me to braid.”

“He could let his hair grow long.”

Seokjin laughed and slapped Yoongi’s chest, “you really want a little boy, don’t you?”

Yoongi brushed their nose together, “am I that obvious?”

“You were,” Seokjin teased as his hand caressed Yoongi’s side, “how long do you think it would take for the adoption centre to approve us?”

“I looked it up the other day and it said it typically takes six months to two years, depending on how stable the parents are and how fast they’ll be able to find a child that would suit us best.”

Seokjin nodded, “you think we should apply as soon as we can so we won’t have to wait that long?”

“If we do, you think we’re ready if ever the child comes in, say six months?”

“You’re right,” Seokjin said, kissing his husband’s forehead, “how about we do it after your birthday? You think we’ll be ready by then?”

Yoongi shrugged, “I think that would be enough time for us.”

“Then it’s settled then,” Seokjin announced, “we’ll start our application after your birthday and we’ll try our best to be accommodating to the social worker or whoever will judge our credibility to take care of another human being.”

Yoongi wiggled happily on his side, “we haven’t even went to the adoption centre yet and I’m already feeling all the love I’ll have for the child.”

“Well, you better calm down before we end up going there earlier than what we just agreed on.”


Ironically, Seokjin and Yoongi ended up in the adoption centre a few weeks after their baby talk. Seokjin was nervously filling up the forms while Yoongi walked around the place with one of the caretakers.

Once their forms were done, the head director told them it would take about three months to process their papers and another three months to assign a social worker to them. With a huge grin on their lips, Seokjin and Yoongi thanked her and left the building, hearts beating nervously and with anticipation.

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Their child arrived into their lives when they least expected and when they were least prepared.

Yoongi was in the middle of producing his third soundtrack album while Seokjin had just begun filming another movie as the second lead. Both of them had barely slept the night before when Seokjin suddenly received a call from the adoption centre.

“Mr. Kim? This is from the Omelas Adoption Centre.”

Seokjin almost spat out his tea, “yes, hi, good morning,” he frantically waved his hand at Yoongi, who was in the middle of eating his toast. He placed his phone on the countertop as he put it on speaker mode.

“Good morning, is your husband with you right now?”

Yoongi quickly ran to Seokjin’s direction, leaving his half-eaten toast on the table, “yes I’m here.”

“Oh, that’s great! I just wanted the two of you to know that you should be expecting your child pretty soon.”

The both of them turned to each other, “how soon?” Yoongi asked.

“In a week or so. We’re just finalizing his papers and he’ll be ready for you two to visit.”

“Will… is it too much if I asked you to give us a notice two days prior? It’s just… our schedule’s a little tight this week.” Seokjin requested, begging that the staff would understand.

“Oh, for sure. I’ll just tell the others here to not rush his papers so I could give you guys some leeway. Does that sound okay?”

“That sounds perfect, thank you so much,” Seokjin said before hanging up. He stared at his phone screen for the next few seconds, absorbing the new information.

“We.. we’re going to have a baby soon,” Yoongi exclaimed in disbelief, holding onto Seokjin’s forearm.

“Oh my god.”

“We’re gonna have a third person in our apartment.”

“Oh my god.”

Yoongi gasped, “our parents are finally going to be grandparents!”

“Oh my god!” Seokjin started crying, hugging his husband, “we’re gonna be dads, Yoongichi!”


The two of them tried to squeeze in as much work as they could for the next few days, telling their managers that they have to be free for the next few months so they could focus on their baby. Luckily, they were able to understand their situation and were able to find a way for the two of them to compress months worth of work into five days.

When they finally got the call saying that their baby was ready for them, Seokjin and Yoongi almost broke all the traffic laws that ever existed with how excited they were. But as soon as Seokjin had parked his car — his family van and not the Aventador since Yoongi was vehemently against using his sports car to pick up their child — the both of them stayed seated inside the car.

“We should probably get out before they start thinking we ghosted them,” Seokjin said as he stared at the steering wheel.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Yoongi exclaimed, not moving a muscle.

They both laughed at each other’s antics, “okay but I’m scared shitless right now. Please don’t tell me I’m the only one,” Seokjin said.

Yoongi exhaled shakily, “I’m about to piss my pants. What does that tell you?”

“That I should potty train you too along with our child?”

Yoongi scoffed at him, “of course you would take the chance to make fun of me.”

“You know me so well,” Seokjin laughed and clasped their hands together, “come on, Yoongichi. We can do this. If we survived your obsession with those hideous thick chains back in high school then we can get through this too.”

“You’re the worst,” Yoongi said, slapping his thigh, “I’m gonna make sure our child doesn’t get your sassy ass.”

Seokjin kissed Yoongi’s hand, “oh babe, your sassiness is more than enough to last our child and their children a lifetime.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “come on, let’s go meet our baby before I end up choking you in this parking lot.”

“That sounds a little PG-13, don’t you think?” Seokjin teased as he stepped out of the car.

Yoongi ignored his question and walked towards the building. He stopped by the door and offered his hand to Seokjin, which he immediately took. “If I do end up pissing all over the floor, please promise me you’ll buy us tickets back to Korea immediately so they would never see me again. And make sure you bring the child with us.”

Seokjin kissed the side of his head with a giggle, “I promise, Yoongichi.”


The process was a lot easier and quicker than Seokjin had expected since everything else — paperwork, any medical needs, briefing about the child — was already done before they arrived there. But because his cute little husband kept on asking all sorts of questions, they were not able to immediately see the child.

When they finally did, however, both of them couldn’t help but cry from happiness.

The baby was about nine months old. He had the biggest eyes Seokjin had ever seen and the tiniest pair of hands and feet. His jet black hair was combed well and he was giggling as soon as he saw Seokjin and Yoongi standing at the door like he already knew who they were.

“Hi, little one,” Yoongi cooed, slowly approaching the crib, “oh my god he’s adorable.”

Before the two of them got distracted with the little child, the staff cleared her throat and said, “everything you’ll need is in that bag beside the crib. We also provided a couple of toys and pacifiers for him. I know you guys have already bought some for him, but we figured a few extra wouldn’t hurt.”

Funnily enough, both of them had actually forgotten to buy toys and pacifiers for the child. They started shopping for baby stuff since they sent out their application, but somehow the toys and pacifiers flew over their minds. But Seokjin can’t say that, so he opted for a polite smile and a curt nod.

“Thank you so much for helping us out, we truly appreciate it.”

The staff smiled back and left the two of them with the child.

“Who’s the cutest baby in the world? That’s right,” Seokjin heard his husband say as his hand reached for the baby, “this little one right here!”

“Yoongi-yah,” Seokjin called out as he walked closer to them, “we should probably give him a name soon so we can finalize his papers. We can’t call him ‘little one’ for the rest of his life.”

His husband pouted at him, “why not? It’s cute and it suits him well!”


“Fine, but let’s bring him home first. I want him to see his own little room in our apartment.” Yoongi picked the baby up, “you’re gonna love what your daddy and I prepared for you.”

Seokjin gathered the bag and opened the door for Yoongi, “I get to be the daddy?”

“Yeah, I just thought it suited you more. Unless you prefer to be appa?”

“No, it’s okay. You can be appa,” Seokjin said as he wrapped his arm on Yoongi’s waist. He looked back at the baby in Yoongi’s arm and gave him a small kiss on the head, making the little child giggle. “He’s the sweetest angel in the world.”

“He really is,” Yoongi agreed, “should we give him a Korean name or an English name?”

Seokjin opened the passenger door for his husband, “hold on let’s get in first.”

Once both of them were settled in, Seokjin started driving, a lot slower compared to their speed earlier. “I think we should give him a Korean name since he’s Korean like us. He can decide when he’s old enough if he wants an English name as well.”

Yoongi nodded, “okay. Next question, do you have any ideas for a name?”

“I don’t have anything specific in mind right now, but I was thinking about mixing the letters of our names in Korean. Like…” Seokjin paused, mentally writing their name in Hangul.

“Jin...Yoo?” Yoongi supplied before laughing, “that sounded horrible.”

“No, that’s okay!” Seokjin encouraged, “that’s better than nothing. Keep going.”

“Yoon… Jin?”

“Jin… Gi?”

“How about Jeong-jin?” Seokjin asked as he took another turn.

Yoongi made a disapproving noise, “where did you even get the ‘Jung’ from?”

“No, you silly goose. Not ‘u’, ‘eo’ like the second letter of my name.”

“Ooh okay. That could work. But can we change the spelling to the letter ‘u’ instead of ‘eo’? Not the Hangul spelling, but for the English one? It’s not that I don’t like your name! It’s just—”

“We’re in America,” Seokjin finished for his husband, “yeah, I understand. During my first few years here people would call me ‘Se-ok-jean’ and it was the most bothersome thing in my entire life.”

Yoongi patted his shoulder, “those people are jerks. And probably illiterate.”

Seokjin snorted, “thanks, babe. But I’m sure they were genuinely confused on how to pronounce my name properly. Korean names are hard to say after all.” Seokjin suddenly gasped and slapped Yoongi’s arm repeatedly as an idea suddenly came to mind, “how about Ki-jung?”

“Let’s try to swap it.”


Yoongi hummed, “that sounds okay.”

“I don’t know, ‘Gi. Still feels like something’s missing.”

“What if we change the last letter? Like Koo or Kee or—”

Seokjin turned the ignition off, “wait, back up a second. What was the first thing you said?”


“Doesn’t that sound like a cute nickname? Koo. It fits our little one right here.”

“Jungkoo? I don’t know, Jinnie. I feel like we’re missing something—”

“Jungkook!” Seokjin yelled out, startling both Yoongi and the baby, “sorry.”

“Jungkook…” Yoongi repeated like he was trying out the name on his tongue. “Jungkook,” he repeated, looking down.

The baby giggled at him, reaching his arm to Yoongi’s nose.

“I think he likes it too,” Seokjin said, cooing at the baby.

“Jungkook it is,” Yoongi lifted him at eye level, “Hi Jungkook, we’re your new parents! I’m gonna teach you how to say appa and how to hold a pair of chopsticks. And then when you’re older, I’m gonna teach you how to get a guy’s number in five minutes!”

Seokjin slapped his husband’s thigh, “yah, do you want our child to continue the legacy you established back in high school?”

“I kinda do— aw! I’m kidding!” Yoongi rubbed the part of his thigh that Seokjin smacked, “that hurt.”

“Good,” Seokjin got out of the car and opened the door for the younger, “now go and introduce Jungkookie to our little home. I’m gonna call the centre to let them know that he has a name already.”

Yoongi nodded, “okay, but make it quick before I trick Jungkook into drooling on you every time you go near him.”

Seokjin snickered and waved him off, “I’ll be up in a bit and I’m gonna make sure Jungkook picks me as his favourite dad.”

“We’ll see about that.” Yoongi stuck out his tongue teasingly before getting into the elevator, waving Jungkook’s small fists at Seokjin, “say bye-bye to daddy, little one.”

“Bye-bye, Jungkookie!” Seokjin cooed before the elevator door closed, leaving him with a huge grin and a happy heart.

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Raising a child was a lot harder than Seokjin had thought. The dark circles around his eyes and Yoongi’s sudden weight loss was a true testament to that. Thankfully, their little Jungkook was well-behaved compared to most babies. He seldomly cried, usually opting for giving one of them a whack or making garbled noises when he needed something. He also slept at reasonable hours, giving the new parents a chance to get some shut-eye as well. 

But Jungkook was an active baby, always crawling and rolling around his crib and throwing his toys at his dads. When he learned how to walk — which inevitably made his dads sob in each other’s arms — Seokjin and Yoongi had to take turns guarding him because their baby wouldn’t stop until he circled around the entire apartment twice a day. 

When Jungkook turned two, Seokjin decided to get their own house because their child would always end up hitting the wall or falling off the bed every time he would play by himself. The house cost them half of their life savings, but it was the best decision they ever made because Jungkook, their sweet, active child, only became more hyper after that. 


Their son developed a love for sports as soon as he started going to school. Basketball — much to Yoongi’s delight — dodgeball, soccer, volleyball, swimming, even table tennis. Jungkook would always go home from school and tell them all the sports he had played that day and would always convince his dads to buy him his own basketball ring. And a volleyball net. And a pool. And a punching bag at one point. 

Of course, Seokjin was quick to say no to all of their son’s requests. Money wasn’t a problem for them, but he didn’t want to spoil the child. He knew it wouldn’t do all of them any good if Jungkook grew up in a household where everyone couldn’t say no to him. 

But Yoongi would always end up buying almost everything Jungkook would ask him to, telling Seokjin that it was okay to buy him presents every once in a while.

“Every once in a while? Yoongi you buy him something new almost everyday!” Seokjin exclaimed as he watched Jungkook play with the slide that Yoongi just built.

“Come on, Jinnie. He’s our child. He deserves nothing but the best,” Yoongi told him, hugging Seokjin from behind. “Besides, Jungkookie’s not like other kids who would take advantage of their parents. He’s sensible and very appreciative. Just like his daddy.”

Seokjin wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s, “why are you always using my weaknesses against me?”

“Daddy!” Jungkook called out, interrupting them, “look, I can fly like a bird if I slide fast enough!”

“Kookie, no!” Seokjin yelled out as he untangled himself from his husband who was laughing at him. “You are not a bird! Don’t go too fast! Jungkook!”


That night when Seokjin and Yoongi were already settled in their bed, they heard a small knock on the door. 

“Come in,” Seokjin said, sitting up and resting his torso on the headrest. 

Jungkook entered slowly with a sheepish grin and a paper on his hand. 

“What’s up, little one?” Yoongi asked, gesturing their son to come closer. 

“I made something for you, appa!” Jungkook exclaimed as he presented the paper to his husband. It was a drawing of Yoongi building the slide with Jungkook sitting beside him. 

Both of them couldn’t help but gasp in surprise. The drawing wasn’t just simple stick figures like what most kids would do. It was detailed and drawn with a pencil instead of crayons and a lot better than the two of them could ever draw. 

“Oh baby, this is beautiful. You drew this yourself?” Yoongi asked, picking Jungkook up and settling him in between them. 

Jungkook beamed at him, “I did! I have one for daddy too, look!”

Seokjin laughed as soon as he saw the drawing of him running to Jungkook who was sliding down. Their son even added a little dialogue for his illustrated self. 

Yoongi cleared his throat to hold his laughter, “did daddy say that to you earlier?”

“He did! Daddy kept saying ‘Kookie, get down from there!’ over and over again. It was funny,” Jungkook looked up at Yoongi, “he’s funny.”

Seokjin feigned annoyance while Yoongi laughed loudly, “he really is, isn’t he?”

“Teamed up by my own family,” Seokjin sulked, slumping his body on the bed and pretended to cry loudly. “You guys make me sad.”

Both Jungkook and Yoongi were on him immediately, giggling and telling him that they were only kidding.

“We love you, daddy!” Jungkook chirped as he crawled into Seokjin’s arms.

“We really do,” Yoongi said, hugging him from behind.

Seokjin kissed both of them, “and I love the two of you. So, so much.”

✿     ✿     ✿

Jungkook decided to focus on art and boxing when he turned fifteen. Of course, his appa was quick to buy him his own punching bag and gloves and even enrolled him to his first boxing class. Seokjin, on the other hand, decided to provide all of Jungkook’s art needs and even dedicated a whole room for Jungkook’s artworks. 

“See? It’s like you have your own art gallery!” Seokjin said as he massaged Jungkook’s shoulders. 

“It’s beautiful. Thanks, dad I—“ his eyes darted to two framed drawings which were yellowing with age. “Is that…”

“Your first drawing?” Seokjin supplied, “your appa kept it in between his obnoxiously huge encyclopedias and asked me to buy a frame for them the second I told him about this little art gallery of yours.”

“What are we talking about?” Yoongi poked his head on the door. “Sorry I’m late, they needed me to—“

Before Yoongi could finish his sentence, Jungkook already launched himself to him, hugging his appa tightly. “I love you, appa.”

Yoongi hugged him back, giggling despite his confusion, “appa loves you too, little one.”

Seokjin approached the two with a huge grin on his face, “I told him you kept his first drawings. I think that got him emotional.”

“Did you thank your dad too?” Yoongi said as he pulled away from Jungkook. “He spent an entire week collecting all of your artworks and even fought a guy over a frame.”

“I did not fight a guy over a frame! I asked him politely if I could have the frame for my baby and he got aggressive so I stepped on his toes.”

Jungkook laughed before hugging him tightly, “thanks for stepping on someone’s toes for me, dad.”

Seokjin slapped his lower back playfully, “yah, I go through all the trouble to give you your first art gallery and you thank me for stepping on someone’s toes?”

“and for my very first art gallery,” Jungkook giggled, “I love you.”

Seokjin kissed the side of his head, “I love you too, Kookie.”

✿     ✿     ✿

Unsurprisingly, Jungkook took an art major in college. Seokjin and Yoongi let him get his own dorm even though it would only take him thirty minutes to drive from their house to his university. 

“So you can get the optimum college experience,” Seokjin told him as they drove Jungkook to campus. 

“I’m so excited! I hope my roommate’s nice and smart so I can copy off from him!” Jungkook exclaimed in the passenger seat. He turned to Yoongi who was in the back seat. “Appa how did— oh my god, are you okay?”

Yoongi sniffled loudly, “‘m fine. A bug went in my eye.”

Seokjin chuckled, looking at his husband through the rearview mirror, “I think your appa’s going to miss his little one.”

“Shut up,” Yoongi hissed, “I just can’t believe our baby’s all grown up. Going to college, having a roommate. Before you know it he’ll be having sex for the first time and having a boyfriend or a girlfriend and—“ Yoongi sniffed again, “they grow up so fast.”

“I’m sure he already experienced sex in high school, Yoongi-yah. Remember that guy he once dated? What was his name again, Kookie? Tae—”

Jungkook was quick to whack his arm and give him a warning look before turning around. “Appa,” Jungkook called out sweetly, “I’m still your little one. I always will! You know, even though I’m a lot taller than you despite your insoles.”

Yoongi choked out a laugh, “your dad taught you that, didn’t he?”


Seokjin raised his brow, “excuse me but I don’t recall teaching you anything like that, young man.”

“Dad, I still have your text telling me about appa’s insoles,” Jungkook pointed out. 

Yoongi laughed louder, “you really thought you could trick my own son into betraying me like that?”

“I should’ve known he’ll take his favourite dad’s side,” Seokjin sighed dramatically. “Oh well, I guess this is what I get for getting you your own sports car.”

Jungkook gasped, “you bought me a what now?”

“Your own car. A Mercedes to be exact. But I guess you wouldn’t want to have that now since—”

“No, no I want it! I want it! Who said I didn’t?”

Seokjin snickered as he pulled up, “in one condition.”

“Anything!” Jungkook practically yelled.

“Who’s your favourite dad?”

Yoongi kicked the back of his seat, “and you said we should never resolve to bribery.”

“I’m not bribing him, I’m just asking our son who his favourite dad is!” Seokjin retorted.

Jungkook looked back at Yoongi and then at him, “will I not get the car if I don’t pick you?”

Yoongi started clapping at the back, laughing hysterically, “even with an expensive car you can’t get him to pick you.”

“But I didn’t say I was going to pick you either, appa.”

It was Seokjin’s turn to laugh mockingly, “and you thought he’d go with you!”

“Yah, how many dads do you think you have?” Yoongi asked, glaring at their son.

Jungkook giggled at them, “I have you and I have dad. But I’m not going to pick between the two of you because I love you both equally. But I do agree with appa, dad. That was such a cheap thing to do.”

Seokjin pouted at him, “let your old man have his fun every once in a while! Besides, it’s not like I’m really not going to give you the car if you decide to not answer the question. I’m not that mean.”

Yoongi scooted forward and leaned his body in between the driver’s seat and the passenger seat, “you really bought him his own car? Why didn’t you just give him your Aventador?”

Seokjin turned to his husband, eyes wide, “why the hell would I give him my Aventador?”

“Because you’re too old to be driving a car meant for eligible bachelors.”

“I am an eligible— aw! You two have got to stop whacking me when I’m behind the wheel!”

“You’re not even driving,” Jungkook pointed out, looking at him with his bunny smile.

Seokjin pointed at his husband, who was now rubbing his tummy, “how can I drive when your appa is here rubbing my tummy like I’m some type of dog?”

“Seokjin-ah, I really think we’re getting old,” Yoongi remarked, ignoring Seokjin’s protests, “this used to be hard and well-toned. Now it’s all soft and chubby.”

Seokjin swatted his hand and glared at him, “get out.”

Jungkook suddenly reached out and mimicked Yoongi’s action, “it is soft and squishy!”

“Out!” Seokjin exclaimed, pouting as his husband and son started laughing at him, “I drive you to your dorm and buy you a car and this is how you repay me, Jungkook-ah?”

“Appa did it first!”

“Don’t worry, Jinnie. We still love you despite your beer belly,” Yoongi teased him, leaning forward and giving his cheeks a quick peck. “Right, Kookie?”

Jungkook nodded enthusiastically, “right!”

⚘     ⚘     ⚘

“Jungkookie ended up using the same car I bought him ten years later! Can you believe it? His appa told me that the car would end up parked in the garage like my beloved Aventador but our little one continued using it until the car got too old and its repair became impractically expensive,” his dad tells Jimin as his eyes sparkle at the memory.

“I still have the car parked in my garage, you know?” Jungkook tells him, holding his dad’s hands.

Seokjin laughs at him, “of course, you would. You’re a sentimental man just like your appa. Did you know that he kept the floss I gave him years ago?”

Jimin gasps beside him, “the same floss you tied on his finger when you proposed?”

“Yes! The exact same one! Oh, you wouldn’t believe how much I laughed when I saw it inside his phone case.” Seokjin shifted in his seat, “so I was cleaning his stuff, right? And then I see his phone. It was dead of course since I haven’t charged it in so long. But I thought, ‘why don’t I clean it up for him?’ So I did. I couldn’t get it to turn on anymore since I’m old and technology isn’t my friend, but when I flipped the case… there it was! Our engagement floss!”

Jimin covers his mouth as he laughs loudly, “it’s a good thing you didn’t think about throwing it away?”

“Oh I did,” Seokjin responds dreamily, “I almost did, but Yoongi knew I would think about throwing it away so he wrote on the back of his case, telling me to keep the floss because it was the same one I used when I proposed to him.”

Jungkook smiles as he watches his dad continue to narrate a few tidbits of his life to his boyfriend. He would sometimes butt in or whine whenever Seokjin starts telling embarrassing childhood stories, but he didn’t stop him. The doctors did say it was beneficial for his dad to retell everything he remembers whenever he can.

“Oh, but as you can tell, all good things must come to an end,” Seokjin says as his smile slowly turns into a small frown.

Jimin looks at Jungkook with concerned eyes, confused if he should let Seokjin continue. Jungkook didn’t want his dad to go on further, didn’t want him to relive the pain. He makes a move to distract his dad before he starts speaking, but Seokjin’s nurse gives him a warning look, so he purses his lips and holds his dad’s hands tighter.

“My Yoongichi got very sick during Jungkook’s third year,” Seokjin says, eyes trailed to the ground. “We didn’t take it seriously at first because the symptoms would come and go. I even told him once that he must be missing his little one so much to the point where he’s starting to get physically unwell. But one night, I found him passed out on the bathroom floor with blood on his mouth. I panicked of course, so I immediately brought him to the hospital. The doctor’s first diagnosis was… Jungkookie what was the name again? Broncho… bronchatic… bronchio—”

“B-Bronchiectasis,” Jungkook breathes out, tears pooling his eyes as the memories start flooding in.

“Yes, that. Thank you Kookie,” Seokjin smiles at him. “So I asked the doctor what we should do and how we can make my husband feel better. He says Yoongi only needs to rest for a few days and take some prescribed antibiotics. And we did. Everyday I would remind him of his meds and I would try to lighten his load. I even started showering with him again so he didn’t have to do it on his own. But then—”

All of a sudden, Seokjin’s calm demeanour fades and he starts crying hysterically, “h-he got worse. The doctors did their best, I know they did. But my husband—” Seokjin’s breath starts getting shorter, “I called Jungkook and asked him to visit, thinking that it would be beneficial for Yoongi to see our son again. And it was. The next few weeks went well for him. H-He stopped coughing up blood, he started getting colour back in his face.”

“Dad, maybe you should—”

Seokjin coughs before he smiles at him, “I’m okay, Kookie. Let me… let me remember your appa, just this once.” Seokjin takes a deep breath before he continues. “Our Jungkookie decided to temporarily stop attending school so he can take care of his appa. We were a complete and happy family again. But then… but then Yoongi started convulsing one night and he… we tried to talk to him. Tried… tried to whisper in his ear. Almost every hour I would kiss his cheeks and I’d tell him that he can make it. He can survive. He’s Min Yoongi, goddammit. If he can surpass all sorts of ups and downs in life, then he can get through this one as well.”

Jimin starts rubbing Jungkook’s back as he starts sobbing silently.

“He woke up a few days after that. I started crying and kissing him and telling him that I love him. That nothing could ever change that. And then he said…” Seokjin pauses as his lips start quivering violently. “He told me, ‘remember what you told me when we first broke up? When I asked you if I should say goodbye to you, you said that we only say goodbye to the dead. Jinnie, I think it’s time for me to finally say goodbye.’ And I said… I said he can’t leave yet. He hasn’t seen his little one graduate or get a partner or start his first art gallery.”

“And he said, ‘what do you mean I haven’t seen his first art gallery? I already did. A bunch of times even,’ I told him that the art room that my dad made for me didn’t count,” Jungkook adds between his sobs. “But he just smiled at me and said that he loves me and he was so proud of who I am and what I’ve become.”

Seokjin starts wailing, “I miss him. I miss him so much. I miss him every second of everyday. It’s been… it’s been fifteen long years and not once have I ever had a morning where I didn’t long for him. And it hurts so, so much. Breathing without him feels like breathing in gasoline while someone sets your lungs on fire.” Seokjin begins to pant, “I miss my Yoongichi so, so much. I—”

Jungkook immediately stands up and starts caressing his dad’s back, “I’m here, dad. Jungkookie’s here. Breath for me, please?”

“Jung… Jungkookie,” Seokjin heaves, “y-your appa—”

“Nurse!” Jungkook calls out, cradling his dad’s petite figure, “nurse!”

Three women in uniform run towards them. Two of them holds Seokjin in place while the third, his dad’s main nurse, prepares an all too familiar syringe, “hold on, Mr. Kim. this is going to hurt just a tiny bit, okay?”

Jungkook kisses the top of his dad’s head as the nurse slowly injects the sedatives in. He continues encouraging Seokjin to calm down and to breathe while he tries to hide his sobs.


Seokjin calms down a few minutes later, but Jungkook couldn’t help but cry harder when his dad looks at him, his eyes completely devoid of any pain he was feeling earlier.

“Kookie! What are you doing here? My nurse said you wouldn’t be able to make it today,” Seokjin turns his attention to Jimin, whose eyes were glistening with unshed tears. “And who is this fine young man you brought with you?”

Jungkook turns around and tries to calm himself down as he hears Jimin reintroduce himself, “hi, Mr. Kim. I’m Jimin, your son’s boyfriend.”

“Well, aren’t you a pretty one!” Seokjin says happily, “my, my. Our little one sure knows how to pick well. You should start calling me dad too! Don’t be like my husband who only started calling my parents mom and dad when we got married. Such a shy dumpling my Yoongichi is.”

Jimin continues talking to Seokjin, trying his best to avoid any conversation about his late husband. When Jungkook was sure that he was ready, he turns around and joins in whatever they were talking about.

“Kookie, your boyfriend right here is such a delight!” Seokijn tells him as he holds Jimin’s hands in his, “he talks to me like he’s known me his entire life!”

Jungkook chuckles and places his hand on his dad’s knee, “he has known you for three years now, dad.”

Seokjin gasps comically, “are you implying that he’s taking advantage of my Alzheimer’s?”

“Of course I’m not, father!” Jimin says, finally letting himself relax, “I just couldn’t get enough of you complimenting me every time we see each other. It boosts my ego a lot, you know?”

Seokjin chuckles, “you remind me so much of my husband when we were in high school. I’m sure he would love you if he’s still here.”

Tears start rolling down Jungkook’s cheeks for the second time that day. His dad has always mentioned that to them every time they visit, but it still hurts him because it reminds him of how much his dad thinks about his appa in everything that he does and experiences.

“Hey,” Seokjin calls out as he starts wiping the tears in his face, “it’s okay, I’m here. Daddy’s here, little one. Are you missing your appa?”

Jungkook nods, leaning into his dad’s touch.

“I miss him too, but I can’t let you keep on crying like that or he’ll get mad at me. You know how overprotective he gets when he sees his little one crying.” Seokjin giggles as he combs Jungkook’s hair, “I bet it’s one of your many reasons why he’s your favourite.”

“Y-You know I love you both equally.”

Seokjin gingerly pulls his head closer and kisses Jungkook’s forehead, “I know, Jungkookie. Daddy and appa loves you too.”


The three of them stay in the lounge of the retirement home for a few more hours. Jungkook and Jimin laugh at every dad joke Seokjin throws at them and they would listen to any stories he would suddenly decide to share with them. Jungkook also tells his dad every update in his life, from his annoying coworker to his plans on bringing some of his artworks in Korea. He knows the chances of his dad remembering everything he was saying was pretty slim, but he doesn’t mind. The important thing for him is that his dad knows that he’s doing fine.

“You make us so proud, Jungkookie. Have I ever told you that?” Seokjin says out of the blue.

Jungkook smiles at him, “you have.”

“I’m happy we have you as our child. Your appa always tells me that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us and I couldn’t agree more.”

“I’m thankful I have you two as my parents, dad. Incredibly thankful,” Jungkook says, caressing the back of his dad’s hand.

Seokjin smiles tiredly at him, “I better go, Kookie. Your dad needs to rest now.”

Jungkook stands up and hugs him tightly, “I love you so much, dad. Thank you for being strong all these years. I know how hard it is for you without appa.”

“Don’t thank me, little one. I did that because I love you,” Seokjin caresses Jungkook’s arm that was around his shoulder. “Everyday without your appa has been hard for me, but seeing you grow up into such a fine and respectable man is worth all the pain I endured. And I’m certain your appa will do the same for you had the roles been reversed.”

“I’m still grateful for you,” Jungkook says stubbornly as he leaves another kiss on Seokjin’s head. “I love you so much. Don’t worry about me, okay?”


Before Seokjin gets wheeled away by his nurse, he calls out to Jungkook one last time and hands him a paper folded in half. “These are all empty so I’m afraid you won’t be able to use them for yourself, but I thought you should have them.”

Jungkook opens the paper and sees two gift cards glued on each side. In between them was an unused floss taped neatly at the centre of the paper. “Is this—”

“Your appa wasn’t the only sentimental one in our relationship,” Seokjin says sheepishly. “Take good care of yourself, alright? And take care of my future son-in-law as well!”

“I’ll take good care of your son, father!” Jimin calls out, “I love you!”

Seokjin laughs loudly, “he’s a keeper, I tell you!”

Jungkook wraps an arm around Jimin’s waist, “he sure is. I love you, dad! I’ll see you next week, alright?”

“I love you too, Jungkookie,” Seokjin waves both of his hands, “your appa loves you too!”



The next day, Jungkook wakes up to a call from Seokjin’s nurse.

“Did he…”

“I’m sorry,” the nurse says from the other line.

He sees Jimin looking at him from the bed. Jungkook shakes his head as a tear rolls down his cheek. Jimin runs to his direction and immediately envelops him in his arms and cries with him.

“Did he go through any pain?” Jungkook manages to ask.

“It happened in his sleep,” the nurse explains.

Jungkook sniffs, “thank you. I’ll be there in an hour.”

He hangs up the call and hugs his boyfriend tightly. They stay standing there in the middle of the room as the both of them cry in each other’s arms.

“My appa must be so excited to see him again,” Jungkook says after a little while.

Jimin nods against his shoulder, “will you be okay?”

Jungkook smiles, picturing his dads together as they look at him lovingly. His appa hugging his dad from behind while his dad caresses his appa’s arms. “They’re together now and no longer in pain. That’s more than enough for me.”