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sugakook
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"what's this?" yoongi's question is nonchalant, head nodding towards the splash of color sticking out like a sore thumb on top of their dresser. jungkook pokes his head out of the closet, catching the motion just before yoongi turns to start getting undressed, all too ready to get into some of his beloved over-sized pajamas for the evening.
"the kid gave it to me," he comments, going back to the task at hand, looking through each of his meticulously ironed work shirts before sliding the hanger aside to look at the next, deciding which one to set out for the morning. yoongi lets out a hum of acknowledgement while jungkook finally settles on one, pulls it off the rack only to hang it from the top of the door frame instead, so it won't wrinkle.
"wait.. it isn't valentine's day soon or anything, right?" the question comes a moment later and jungkook lets out a snort of laughter, genuine amusement at his ridiculous boyfriend's antics. "no, babe," he answers, tone all fond exasperation, "that's in february." "well, that's what i thought, but, you know."
jungkook moves out of the closet, sets about folding a pair of slacks to lay out on top of the dresser, next to the object in question. "he learned how to do it in school. or one of his friends taught him or something, i don't know." yoongi comes closer while jungkook is arranging his socks, picking it up for closer investigation.
"right. so .. what is it?" "it's a heart, babe." more of that fond exasperation, but jungkook doesn't mind. not really, anyway.
"i had to promise to be really careful with it, pinky swear. he said it's really delicate since it's made out of paper, so i can't crumple it or wrinkle it or move it too much or else he's afraid it might break." yoongi can't help but smile, fingers tracing the edge of the somewhat wonky origami shape that's apparently meant to resemble a heart - he can see it now, sort of.
"that's cute," he murmurs, fond, and jungkook is feeling much the same as he sets out his belt, finally satisfied enough to shift his focus onto the older man, but for different reasons.
"mmhm," he responds, arms wrapping around yoongi's waist from behind for just a moment, pressing a kiss along with an amused grin to the curve of his ear. "reminds me a little of someone."
"shut up," he grumbles immediately, but even so he's dropping his fingers from the paper in favor of squirming around in jungkook's grip to get a proper kiss in, biting at jungkook's lip a little in retaliation for the way that he grins, looks a little too proud of himself.
jungkook laughs, and yoongi falls a little more in love with him all over again, feels his chest squeeze and the thing is, jungkook is absolutely right. "come on, old man. let's go to bed."
yoongi doesn't complain, because it means he can press himself as close to jungkook as he wants, it means that he can listen to the way his breath steadies out as he falls asleep, means he can lay awake just a little bit too long thinking about it all, fingers rhythmically running over tanned skin. maybe it's true, maybe he does have a paper heart, but yoongi wouldn't have it any other way. because he knows without even a shred of doubt that jungkook will take care of it, that he'll continue etching beautiful marks over it again and again, that sejin will fill in between the lines with his own splotches of color until it's full, until it's overflowing, and then some. and that, yoongi thinks, is the best thing in the world. nothing else could be more beautiful.
sugakook
633 words
"what's this?" yoongi's question is nonchalant, head nodding towards the splash of color sticking out like a sore thumb on top of their dresser. jungkook pokes his head out of the closet, catching the motion just before yoongi turns to start getting undressed, all too ready to get into some of his beloved over-sized pajamas for the evening.
"the kid gave it to me," he comments, going back to the task at hand, looking through each of his meticulously ironed work shirts before sliding the hanger aside to look at the next, deciding which one to set out for the morning. yoongi lets out a hum of acknowledgement while jungkook finally settles on one, pulls it off the rack only to hang it from the top of the door frame instead, so it won't wrinkle.
"wait.. it isn't valentine's day soon or anything, right?" the question comes a moment later and jungkook lets out a snort of laughter, genuine amusement at his ridiculous boyfriend's antics. "no, babe," he answers, tone all fond exasperation, "that's in february." "well, that's what i thought, but, you know."
jungkook moves out of the closet, sets about folding a pair of slacks to lay out on top of the dresser, next to the object in question. "he learned how to do it in school. or one of his friends taught him or something, i don't know." yoongi comes closer while jungkook is arranging his socks, picking it up for closer investigation.
"right. so .. what is it?" "it's a heart, babe." more of that fond exasperation, but jungkook doesn't mind. not really, anyway.
"i had to promise to be really careful with it, pinky swear. he said it's really delicate since it's made out of paper, so i can't crumple it or wrinkle it or move it too much or else he's afraid it might break." yoongi can't help but smile, fingers tracing the edge of the somewhat wonky origami shape that's apparently meant to resemble a heart - he can see it now, sort of.
"that's cute," he murmurs, fond, and jungkook is feeling much the same as he sets out his belt, finally satisfied enough to shift his focus onto the older man, but for different reasons.
"mmhm," he responds, arms wrapping around yoongi's waist from behind for just a moment, pressing a kiss along with an amused grin to the curve of his ear. "reminds me a little of someone."
"shut up," he grumbles immediately, but even so he's dropping his fingers from the paper in favor of squirming around in jungkook's grip to get a proper kiss in, biting at jungkook's lip a little in retaliation for the way that he grins, looks a little too proud of himself.
jungkook laughs, and yoongi falls a little more in love with him all over again, feels his chest squeeze and the thing is, jungkook is absolutely right. "come on, old man. let's go to bed."
yoongi doesn't complain, because it means he can press himself as close to jungkook as he wants, it means that he can listen to the way his breath steadies out as he falls asleep, means he can lay awake just a little bit too long thinking about it all, fingers rhythmically running over tanned skin. maybe it's true, maybe he does have a paper heart, but yoongi wouldn't have it any other way. because he knows without even a shred of doubt that jungkook will take care of it, that he'll continue etching beautiful marks over it again and again, that sejin will fill in between the lines with his own splotches of color until it's full, until it's overflowing, and then some. and that, yoongi thinks, is the best thing in the world. nothing else could be more beautiful.