Mouthful of Forevers

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i’m sorry,” says seokjin quietly. “i just—i remembered. i remembered what happened to me and i wanted him to pay for it, and then i could move on. i didn’t intend for jeongguk to get hurt.”

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yoongi-hyung?” jeongguk asks quietly as he notices the hand on his wrist, wide eyes turning to look at yoongi.let’s go home,” he tells jeongguk, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “we can talk about this later.” he’s still angry, still upset—but yoongi understands that directing that anger at jeongguk is only going to make the situation worse. he has no problem being angry at seokjin, who couldn’t have been hurt any more than he already was in his life. he’ll have to talk about that later, too. when gets tired of waiting for yoongi to show up, he leans over to the candle on the table next to the couch. when he blows it out and turns to the next candle, he’s suddenly face to face with someone and jeongguk shrieks, throwing himself off of the couch and reaching for the first thing he can—it happens to be the remote, but he brandishes it like it’s a weapon. are you going to help me?” he asks— yoongi asks, because it’s yoongi. it sounds like he’s struggling with the box, and the other man just tightens the fold of his arms. kissing doesn’t actually warm him up, unfortunately—if anything, his lips just get stiffer and then his butt goes numb from the ice and jeongguk giggles into his mouth when he feels yoongi start shivering. he tows yoongi around the rink until yoongi’s complaints get too loud, and then they go for dessert and make fun of bad christmas decorations adorning the houses in their neighbourhood.

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then i don’t want it,” he says. “i don’t want to be your bride if it means i have to kill you. i won’t— hyung.” he sniffs again, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes to stem the flow of tears. “hyung, i love you. i can’t hurt you.” jeongguk thinks of loneliness. thinks of suffering through centuries of always knowing that anyone he loved would perish before long—not only friends and caretakers, but lovers, too. and he wonders if yoongi has even bothered, or if he’s kept himself separate, whether because he’s waiting for his bride or because he didn’t want to feel the pain of falling in love and losing someone because of it. and he wonders, too, if he could just always keep his lover from death, choosing to protect them for an eternity so they could be together. and yoongi realizes that—if this is living, he doesn’t mind it. it’s only taken him nine hundred years to see it.)you look like you’re in your late-twenties at the most,” says jeongguk, “but that can’t be possible if you’re a goblin. but it’s in the eyes, i think. i can tell you’ve seen some shit.” taehyung-ah, aren’t you supposed to be the one taking care of me?” he raises an eyebrow, watching the other; maybe taehyung is only sort of being trained in how he’s supposed to help yoongi, his father still the main caretaker for yoongi. but taehyung’s father is in korea and taehyung was the only one who could actually move to new york with him, so here, he should be doing more.