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HINT of lemon meringue upon his tongue, he drew small circles against his thigh absentmindedly, thoughts straying far from this world into his own little existence. His skin emitting varied kaleidoscopes of hues, being hit by vibrant rays. Tinted glasses glimmering gold.
"...of course, far too vile for my taste. Now, if it had been Sharon in charge of decor, hm...might have considered it. What do you say, Jeongguk?" His mother's voice cut his daydream in half.
"I...what was the question?" Slightly shaking his head, the boy leaned up on his elbows, casting his gaze across where his parents lay on deck chairs.
"Oh, I do wish you'd pay more attention, child!" The woman exclaimed, perfectly manicured nails tapping mindlessly upon the goblet containing fuschia champagne.
"Take it easy on the kid, dear." Her husband sighed.
"Why, yes obviously. But darling, he should be open minded!"
Used to these kind of silly banters, Jeongguk chuckled and lay back down, drowning out the high pitched complains about every single malfunction bothering Mrs. Jeon, and instead opted to let his thoughts stray, over the fields and plains and hills, searching. Searching for a particular angel of raven hair and softest looking lips and angled eyes and--
"There he goes again." Mrs. Jeon sighed. "What goes on in that head of his, I wonder!"
"Very good, dear." Her husband commented, features buried behind a newspaper.
"You should talk to him." She frowned, poking Mr. Jeon's thigh with her big toe. "You know, a father-son bond; a mutual understanding."
"As you wish, dear." An empty promise, with him knowing full well his wife would forget about the request soon enough.
Jeongguk was a jewel; a jewel amongst several other jewels set into intricate golden chests, ready to be sold to someone of higher power at the slightest notion. That's what the boy was to his parents. A means to further means. Love was present, but it was hollow. Like one loves their car or a set of jeweled earrings; you take care of it to please others, and yourself to some extent.
Tragic, really. For the kind of jewel Jeongguk was, was a jewel rarely found anywhere else. The boy sparkled.
"Jeongguk, dearie..." His mother took off her honey shades with a sigh. "Why don't you go to your room, yes? Write a poem, maybe? Clear your head a bit."
"Yes, mother." Robotic, monotonous answer. Standard protocol, really. That being said, the boy heaved off his chair, grabbing his Walkman and plugging it into his ears. At once, a maid came forward with an umbrella, but he waved her off with a smile. The sun glazed over his exposed neck, forming a fine sheen of sweat. Barely able to keep his lids open, despite the over priced sunglasses perched upon the bridge of his nose, the boy made his way inside the house, which thankfully was found to be a shade cooler than the outside blister.
A wistful moan escaped him, as he dug inside the refrigerator pushing aside several bottles of vodka, before chancing upon orange juice. Putting the mouth of the container to his lips, he chugged down several sips, making his way up the stairs. "She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene..." humming along, he twirled a bit, pushing the door open with his back, eyes closed. "...then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the on--"
Seeing as to what fate awaited him in his own bedroom however, made a fine stream of juice droplets cascade from his mouth.
"What are you doing here?" he weakly asked, wiping the moisture and juice from his top lip, eyes taking in the rather sinful picture; Yoongi sprawled on top of a number of expensive duvets, clad in nothing but a crop top and denim shorts, revealing (despite the blistering heat) a wide expanse of pale, untanned skin dotted with sweat. The top stuck to his unnecessarily broad chest, damp with moisture, as he flicked the material to somehow cool off. His head was thrown back with exhaustion, cherry lips parted slightly.
"Bout time you got here," he huffed, pushing back his bangs with one hand, the other lying close to his pelvic area--no no no, don't look there.
Jeongguk gulped, brain slowed down to one tenth of its usual speed. Holy shit, I'm so gay, he thought in realization. "Uh, hi?" he muttered, still drinking in the sight and wondering why the front of his jeans felt so tight suddenly.
Yoongi lifted himself up on his arms, exhaling in an overtone of annoyance. "Jesus, how long were you gonna spend tanning yourself? The sunlight can kill you, you know?" And it was with a surprising move of agility that he leapt off the bed, yet completely casually, considering how much he was sweating.
"Now that you're here though," distractedly (he bent down to tie his shoelaces), "Wanna go for a drive?"
Jeongguk blinked slowly, gaze tracing along the strip of skin along the back where the top ran short. It was something so ordinary; just skin for Christ's sake, but the way the slightest amount of red was creeping up over the pearly white was so mesmerising...
"Oi, earth to bunny boy? We gotta motor soon."
Jeongguk blinked again, this time a bit more forcefully. "What?"
Yoongi huffed. "You. And. I. Are. Gonna. Bounce." He replied, putting emphasis on each word. "So c'mon."
"Wait, what?" and before he knew it, he found himself outside his window with the older boy behind him carefully sliding the pane shut.
"But hyung--" he began worriedly.
"Hushushushush." Slipping the tiniest smirk upon his face, Yoongi reached down to clasp their sweaty fingers together (which was kinda gross but who cares) "Shut up and forget all the ifs and the buts, yeah?"
And what was Jeongguk supposed to do? Say no?
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a/n; yea hello guess whos back from hiatus yes thats right me BADAMTSHHHH
