Mouthful of Forevers

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now, he pretends that he isn’t alone. isn’t lonely. it should be sad that he’s alone on his birthday, but he’s used to it now. used to all of the terrible fortune that has come his way, but—now he’s determined. if there’s someone listening, he’s determined. i think you’re a goblin.” he gauges yoongi’s face for his reaction—the slight look of amusement in the other’s eyes disappears entirely, face settling into something stony. he doesn’t look pleased—which jeongguk takes as a sign that he’s right. it’s the sort of thing that he’s only heard about for years: a person who is paying for their sins from centuries ago by being granted immortality, forced to watch all of their friends and loved ones die before them over and over again. at least goblins are able to do supernatural things—grant wishes, but also protect souls however they can, among other things. the problem is—a week before opening night, namjoon bursts into yoongi’s study. “he’s going to die,” is what namjoon gasps, as though he doesn’t spend half of his time apparently resenting jeongguk’s presence in the house. “moonbin got his name card yesterday.”

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namjoon-hyung isn’t fun to bother,” huffs taehyung. “also—hyung, i think the food is burning.” yoongi’s eyebrows furrow as he turns to look at the pot he’s turning, frowning as he looks down at it. it doesn’t look burnt and it certainly doesn’t smell it, but taehyung points toward it anyway. “it’s smoking.” and then—yoongi’s skate catches on a bump in the ice, making him lose his balance as he goes tumbling to the ice with a shriek. he doesn’t let go of jeongguk, though, so they both end up in a heap on the cold ice, limbs tangled and yoongi’s nose pressed into jeongguk’s cheek where the younger landed on top of him.

jeongguk-ah,” yoongi repeats, and he gives a little sigh—tilts his head until he can rest his forehead against jeongguk’s, breathing in the same air. breathing in the same everything. “i don’t want another bride. i want you.” are you lonely, hyung?” asks jeongguk when they come to a stop in front of jeongguk’s apartment building, night having fallen. he turns to face the older man, hands slipping apart as he searches for the answers in yoongi’s eyes rather than his words. yoongi is very good at hiding things—like pain, suffering. love, too.

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jeongguk looks at him. there’s a smouldering anger in his eyes, a betrayal that he hasn’t gotten over yet—but there’s the same love that yoongi has seen in his eyes since the beginning, too. it’s been hard not to notice the way jeongguk feels for him, loves him. yoongi tried to ignore it at first, but he’s drowning in an ocean of it. it could swallow him whole. what is even the point of being the bride?” grumbles jeongguk. “i have to deal with his dumb ass all the time. he’s so— annoying.” yoongi lets out a groan, dropping his head into his hands. there are probably worse people that be able to summon him—worse people that he promised to grant wishes to. but jeongguk is the brattiest one, no doubt, and for good reason; he’s stubborn, and knows what he wants. and knows how to get it, if only by being annoying. if yoongi promised him something, jeongguk is going to make sure that the man makes good on it. something like dread drops into jeongguk’s stomach—just a single drop, but it creates a ripple anyway, filling him up up up until he’s not sure he can take it anymore. slowly, he puts the box down again. “what are you talking about?” he asks. “why would that matter for pulling out the sword?” yoongi doesn’t even thank her before he takes off again, running and running and running—he’s not used to it, his body upset with the physical exertion, but he doesn’t care. he needs to find jeongguk, needs to get this right. it’s not a big city, and he skirts past people on the streets as he heads down, running and running—but there are too many people, too many cars. he doesn’t know where jeongguk would be, doesn’t even know why he’s here in the first place.

jeongguk keeps sulking—can’t help it. he’s confused, especially since yoongi keeps telling him that he’s not the bride even though ghosts have been telling him otherwise his entire life, not to mention the stupid birthmark and the missing soul shit. as much as he’s happy to now have at least a few of his wishes granted—he’s been cast in a leading role in a new broadway play, which is sure to give him more money than he has now—the rest of it is overwhelming.

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where are you going?” namjoon asks, and it’s only then that jeongguk realizes he’s gotten up, that he’s stumbling toward the door with escaping him. “jeongguk-ah! you—forgot your suit.” you are,” says jeongguk, because he doesn’t have to guess. “you’ve been alone for so long. but you don’t have to be, you know? you don’t have to make the punishment worse.” he frowns a little before he adds, “does it hurt?” oh, let’s go help,” says jimin, already tugging jeongguk over, and jeongguk sputters, trying to dig his heels into the ground, but jimin is strong and manages to drag jeongguk all the way over as yoongi struggles with bringing the box up the drive and into the house. “hello! we couldn’t help but overhear your predicament. do either of you gentlemen need a hand?” and when jeongguk brushes their noses together again, like he’s asking for something, yoongi is all too willing to give in. “okay,” whispers jeongguk, and there’s just a slight grin that tugs on yoongi’s lips—there are questions and possibilities. but none of it matters now, when he feels jeongguk’s breath on his lips and yoongi closes his eyes and tilts his head just right, and kisses jeongguk for the first time.jeongguk turns around again, eyes widening slightly as he looks at him. for the first time, jeongguk allows himself to think that yoongi is actually kind of— cute. he can’t be too much older than jeongguk himself. he has nice lips. where are we?” he asks, catching up to yoongi and reaching out to clutch onto the man’s sleeve. jeongguk peers around the street, catching sight of a few—flags. with maple leaves on them. “did you just do magic? oh my god—” but jeongguk is going to die today—and yoongi can’t let that happen. it’s an overwhelming sort of need, all of his desire blooming in the center of his chest. he understands, suddenly, why jeongguk left when he learned that his true purpose is to help yoongi die—it’s the very reason that yoongi is here, running for a woman making her way across the school parking lot. we don’t talk about that,” says namjoon. he crosses his arms. “but yeah—he gave something to taehyung, too. what’s he doing going around and giving everyone gifts?”