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“I already booked the hotel, it’s by, the beach. I thought it’d be perfect,” Jimin told Jeongguk with a grin as he lowered the blaring music they had on just a second ago, the GPS was telling them they only had about 10 minutes to go until they arrived, but in passing, Jimin saw something that made his heart clench.

“Gukkie, look, – isn’t that–?”

jeongguk comes back from the bathroom to the sight of a toothbrush hanging between jimin’s lips and a sharp pain in his side. jimin’s quicker than he gives him credit for, and the tiny bathroom is occupied once again. jeongguk’s counting down the minutes before he can be out of this room. he moves to sit on the edge of the unmade bed and finds himself lost in a daydream. he thinks of being so small in a big town, with a beach all to himself and a best friend attached to his hip. 

homesickness hits a little hard, manifesting in physical sickness and a nagging worry in the back of his mind. it’s not that he wants to stay here any longer, not that he doesn’t want to go home— to where he grew up and revisit all the memories. 

but he sort of doesn’t want to go home. 

it’s been so long between visits this time that jeongguk’s not sure he can call it that anymore. if his childhood home with his mother feels less homely than jimin’s place back in the city. it’s been a long time since jeongguk’s spared a thought for living with the women of his family, and a longer time since he’s spoken to either of the two. he doesn’t know what to expect from them. a welcome home with open arms or a stern look and unanswered questions. 

whichever it ends up being, he’s got the comfort of knowing he can leave with jimin at any time. his eyes dart to the bathroom once jimin’s done, snapped out of his daze and remembering that he asked about food. remembering that he was hungry a minute ago. it takes him a while to get all his things together, limbs heavy with exhaustion and his back suffering with a dull ache already. 

“maybe a coffee on the way, too.” he mumbles aloud, mostly to himself as he hitches the bag up high on his back, spine veering off to the side against the weight. 

once they’re in the car, he forgets about food, losing his mind to thoughts of busan. familiarity floods through in the form of roads and trees, street signs and the distant view of a soft blue over the horizon. jeongguk had his seat reclined all the way back but the excitement has him sitting up straight and looking around eagerly. he looks to jimin when he speaks but all jeongguk can reply with is a shallow gasp and stiff posture. 

“it’s.. still open?” the old restaurant comes into view and jeongguk’s memories come flooding in as if he’s on the brink of death, as if his life is flashing before his eyes. 

it takes him a while, but he reaches around into the smaller bag on the back seat and rustles around until he finds the camera. the window is wound down completely in seconds and jeongguk tries steadying his hands before hitting the shutter, patiently playing the waiting game as the photograph develops on the tiny polaroid in his lap. 

“how do you feel about a little detour before we check in?” jeongguk suggests, moving the camera to snap another photo with a different beautiful view, one of jimin in the driver’s seat with the windows down and the sunlight pouring in to fill the car. “it’s been too long and i’m starving.”

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Successfully retrieving the old towel, he makes a jog for the bathroom, and starts the water, peeling off the sticky pants from his body, and, regretfully, Jeongguk’s comfy shirt, and made quick work showering again. He quickly dried himself off, and got redressed in record speed, getting to washing his face, and began brushing his teeth when he decided now was a good time to make sure the younger was up, he kicked the bed’s mattress, upset it kicked back with how stiff it was, and talked around the foaming toothpaste in his mouth, “Wake up, sleepy head. It’s time to hit the road again!”

jeongguk settles into a perfect, relaxed position. from the shivering cold he felt only minutes ago, the warmth he steals from jimin and the heat that merely cuddling jimin ignites in his chest takes over and jeongguk can’t tell when slumber begins to take over. with heavy eyelids and a heavier heart, he dreams in vivid colours of warm hues that could rival the summer sun.

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sleep eludes jeongguk slowly, then all at once. the shift of movement atop the shitty mattress and the muted sound of running water stirs him awake. his eyes open only enough to feel the attack of sunlight after such prolonged darkness. it feels as though he only shut his eyes a moment ago. it’s not that he didn’t sleep well— next to the warmth of jimin, temperature and temperament, it seems impossible for jeongguk to sleep anything less than well. but the cheap mattress has already taken its toll on jeongguk’s spine and he dreads the thought of sitting in that godforsaken car for another few hours until they reach busan. curling up in on himself, jeongguk stays in a fetal position and drifts in and out of consciousness. the sounds of jimin moving around, up and awake serves as the only thing that keeps jeongguk awake. he savours the warmth as long as he can, knowing the inevitability of jimin dragging him out of the bed if he resists for too long. he unravels himself from the cocoon he’d made of the blanket and stretches out on the bed, a loud groan accompanying his arms and legs sprawled out beneath the covers. 

he’s only slightly tempted to have another shower but after last night. jeongguk deems himself clean enough that he can wait until they reach the next hotel the two of them stop at. 

“hyuuuuuuung,” jeongguk whines, “worst morning call ever.” through the raspy drawl in his voice, jeongguk pulls back the covers and looks back at the man with a toothbrush hanging from his mouth. debating whether to smack jimin with his pillow or just do as the man says, jeongguk comes to the conclusion that he shouldn’t aggravate the man kind enough to accompany him on a road trip back to their hometown. 

this time, at least. he can’t tell how generous he'll be feeling hours from now. 

eventually, after rolling onto his back, jeongguk sits up and sticks his rear end in the air, forming something resembling a yoga pose as he lets out a strained hybrid of a groan and a yawn. his bladder gives him a reminder that it’s full after a nights sleep and he’s compelled out of bed just to empty it, not exactly thrilled to see the reflection of himself and his tired eyes in the bathroom mirror. when he’s standing and upright, trying to keep his eyes open and not sway from side to side, jeongguk reaches out for jimin and seizes the opportunity to ruffle his hair while his hands are occupied and his defences are lowered. 

“good morning, jimin ssi. did you sleep well?” 

without waiting for a reply, jeongguk manages to escape to the bathroom before he can suffer any consequences from testing his hyung. he only nudges the door shut with his hip before he empties his bladder. as comfortable as they are together, there are still some boundaries that have remained intact over the years. closing the door while you use the toilet and talking about the apparent morning wood that appeared overnight are two of those boundaries in which still remain. jeongguk keeps it to himself that his hyung had turned him on to the point where he could still feel it the morning after. 

after washing his hands and rearranging his junk to be less obvious, jeongguk walks back out into the hotel room and straight to his clothes to dress. he makes a point of putting on more deodorant than he needs, just to compensate for the lack of a shower. 

“want to get some breakfast first?”

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Turning onto his other side once he felt Jeongguk was dressed, Jimin’s sleep ladden brain had the elder blinking hazy eyes at the younger as he stretched out a small hand with grabbing motions, and a pout, (if you squint), “Jeonggukie,” Jimin called out to him, “I’m cold, come [ sleep ],” he said as he patted a space practically attached to his hip.

jeongguk’s nerves have calmed considerably. the hot spray of the shower and the chance to be alone and think has either cleared his head completely or merely subdued them for now, only to spark up again later. only time will tell which, but jeongguk basks in the relaxed haze regardless. fighting the twinge of self consciousness that tries to emerge as he dresses. this is not the first time by any means that jeongguk has changed clothes in front of jimin, but it feels different now. like a new pair of eyes are on him, like he’s up on stage with a spotlight shining down on him and him alone. it’s not uncomfortable, but for this setting, unfamiliar. perhaps it’s all in his head but hell, jimin’s seen him naked before and even that didn’t feel quite like this. he casts a gaze over his shoulder at the elder under the covers and finds a comfortable shape beneath the linen, a small sigh of sleep the only noise that jeongguk can hear.

all in his head.

he shakes it slowly, letting out a sigh of his own, and finishes dressing. their underwhelming hotel room doesn’t seem to retain much heat and jeongguk can already feel a cold draught, clad in loose shorts and an even baggier shirt. all the warmth he'd gained from the shower drains away quicker than he can fight it. he feels a shiver before he’s moving towards the bed, longing to crawl under the sheets and steal the warmth that jimin has gathered while jeongguk was in the shower. he stands still for longer than he intends to, counting to the beat of his own thrumming pulse in his ears and watching the rise and fall of jimin in bed. they’ve been friends for too long for jeongguk to hesitate like this, to get this nervous. jeongguk knew this was coming since the hotel lobby when they were told only a single room was left.

and yet, jeongguk would be lying if he said his nerves weren’t laced with excitement.  

both his hands rise to cover his face and rub at closed eyelids, exhaustion written as clear as day in the deep hollows beneath his eyes and the slouch in his spine. they’ve had a long day and even a cheap motel bed looks heavenly to him now. what stops him from climbing in is beyond jeongguk’s comprehension but all it takes is for jimin to ask before he is tugging back the covers and sitting down on the edge of the firm mattress.

jeongguk’s really going to need a better hotel if he’s going to make it through this trip.

a smile inches across his face and his arms stretch out towards jimin without thought, lifting one hand to cup the side of jimin’s face and trace a thumb across his cheek. 

“you’re so tired,” jeongguk breathes, “and warm.” 

he buries himself deeper under the covers and pulls them up higher around jimin’s back, leaving his arm draped across his hyung’s side.

the bathroom light is left on but nothing can tear jeongguk out of bed. it’s future-jeongguk’s problem now.

as worn out as he feels, head heavy against the pillow, sleep eludes him. jeongguk’s heartbeat is loud in his ears among the sounds of the night outside, the highway not too far from where they had stopped. his fingertips trace gentle figure eights into jimin’s back, whether out of habit or to simply keep his hands busy, jeongguk is unsure.

he thinks about how far they’ve driven already and how far they’ve got to go. this trip has only begun and there’s still quite a drive until they reach their hometown. until they can visit the same beach the two of them have grown up on, the sun and sand and the warmth radiating from one another. it’s enough to bring a blush to jeongguk’s face here and now, in a cold and cheap motel room in the middle of nowhere.  

“thanks for coming with me, hyung."

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“Your turn, brat,” Jimin spoke walking out of the bathroom, steam chasing behind him as he went straight for his bag by the door, “can’t sleep next to a bag of dirt tonight, go shower,” Jimin joked, pulling out some joggers, but seemingly unable to find a shirt, and opted to just put on his briefs and joggers for now, and assumed Jeongguk would have an extra white shirt out of his million. 

jeongguk feels like a different person. the carefree drive here had him more relaxed than he's felt in years. to think that he could have an actual vacation without stress, where he wouldn’t have to worry about all that he does back home. a hopeful wish compared to the skin-crawling anxiety wracking his body and mind now. he paces around the room upon having the bathroom door all but slammed in his face.

he can’t put a name to the feeling either. nothing had changed in the short time since jeongguk was singing along to old songs on the radio, feeding jimin and eating more than his fair share. the more time he spends thinking about it, the worse jeongguk feels and if he doesn’t find a distraction by the time jimin’s finished in the bathroom, the likelihood of jeongguk making it through this entire trip with his sanity intact is slim to none.

his attention falls on the bags still by the door. though they’re only staying the night, he decides to put some clothes away to make himself feel useful. to stop from fretting about sleeping in the same bed as jimin. he’s given enough time to rummage through his whole bag before he notices how much of it had already gone by, debating a knock on the door to see if jimin’s all right. 

before he can take a step the door’s already open and a trail of water follows jimin out the bathroom.

the worry that had him paralysed before is long forgotten in lieu of a young man’s basic instinct. his entire body warms to the touch, as if he had been the one to take a scalding hot shower. if he doesn’t make a move towards the bathroom soon, jeongguk’s hygiene won’t be the least of jimin’s worries tonight.

fumbling with the shirt he’d been failing to fold, jeongguk bides his time to remember how to speak. pray his voice doesn’t crack. pray the towel loosens and falls. against his better judgement, his bone-white grip on the shirt eases up enough to ball it up and throw it across the room to jimin. 

he has enough respect for the man to turn away when he changes, give him what little privacy they’re owed in a room as small as this. probably for the best, saving face under pressure was never jeongguk’s strong suit. 

“that's if there’s any hot water left.” jeongguk struggles through the sentence, tapering off and mumbling more than anything. he makes for the bathroom door once he finds his feet again and, not one to be shown up, discards enough clothes to level the playing field. for the length of time he had spent putting clothes away, the mess of them on the floor now balances it out, leaving nothing on but his underwear and jeans. 

he casts a glance back at jimin before he can bring the door closed, unsure what he expected to see and whether jimin would even be looking his way. the soft click the only confirmation he needs that he doesn’t have to try and act composed anymore. the rest of his clothes are off the second the water is hot enough, singeing his skin red and raw under the shower’s spray.

he waits until his mind is clear, for the water to wash away all the dirt inside and out, to cloud his mind and forget the nervous feeling that plagued him only moments ago. he relaxes as much as he can with the hot water and subpar water pressure of a shower jeongguk’s glad he never has to use again. as the water runs cold he shuts the taps off and remembers that he too had forgotten a clean set of clothes— unsure whether there’s even a clean towel for him. but his relief is palpable as he dries down and wraps one around his waist. 

he takes his walk out of the bathroom with his head high, making a beeline for his clothes and attempting to put on underwear under the towel. he expects a sleeping jimin from how tired he had sounded, after driving for so long, though jeongguk knows he’ll be awake for a while longer now. he’s calmed considerably after a shower but he still has much to think about.

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“Jeonggukie,” he called, “let’s check in,” he adjured only after parking and making sure the younger was listening. Jimin gripped the couple bags that they brought along with them in his fingers, and locked the car up when he felt Jeongguk coming up behind him, straight into the reservation building (even though it was as small as a room was. listen Jimin wasn’t looking for quality he was just tired, alright?).

Faced with a rather emotionless looking man who could probably do without the bungeoppang in his hands, Jimin smiled politely at him anyways even if it wasn’t returned. “hi can we get a two-bed room please?”

Jimin was thrown for a loop when the man said he didn’t have those, and only one bed ones instead – Jimin didn’t know how Jeongguk would feel about such a thing, so he turned to the younger, in question, “is that okay with you?”

it’s not that jeongguk wanted to eat all of jimin’s food, but that’s exactly what happened. 

jeongguk, thinking he could sit patiently still for a lengthy and continuous mount of time without complaining, felt the need to keep his hands busy. and because he isn’t a smoker, food is always his strongest craving. so when jimin mocks him, jeongguk takes it in stride with a bright smile, reaching out to feed jimin one more before practically inhaling the rest of the food.

he made a vow then and there to buy their first meal in busan. 

from time to time he glances jimin’s way. though he’s in the passenger seat and undoubtedly in jimin’s peripherals too, jeongguk’s comfortable letting his eyes linger one too many seconds past what can be considered ‘brief'. erring more on the side of pining. 

“mmm,” he manages to hum in agreement with jimin, rising from the car slow and sluggish. still trying to rid himself of the sleepiness that came with the short impromptu nap he took in the car. he doesn’t argue when jimin hauls the great deal of the luggage, instead bringing with him the trash from  the car to throw it into the first bin he sees. 

after a feeble attempt at rubbing the sleep from his eyes, jeongguk’s brows knit together for a quick while before a look of surprise  sours his expression. “y-.. yeah.” he eventually manages to stammer out once jimin looks his way, but something in him guesses it’s not nearly as convincing as it should be.

( especially to one park jimin, psychology enthusiast and overall knowledge-haver. ) 

his face relaxes and he nods once or twice to seem a little more compelling, “it’s cool with me. we’ll take one.” jeongguk says, turning to the stern man mid-sentence when he lifts a keyring with a lone key and a busted hotel tag hanging. which is an indication if any that jeongguk shouldn’t have been surprised by how small their given room really is. granted they do have a bath, which is more than jeongguk expected from the motel's exterior. 

he doesn’t mind the size of it until he does a quick tour and finds himself alongside jimin in the tiny bathroom and breathing comes a little more difficult for him now, a dangerous mix of claustrophobic and flustered. 

“how long did we say we’d stay?” jeongguk asks jimin’s reflection, denim jacket and black beanie swallowing his body as his face contorts with what he hopes can pass as discomfort with the room. jeongguk’s not too sure how he’s going to address the sleeping arrangement confidently when a bathroom can get this reaction from him.

“did you want to shower tonight or tomorrow morning, hyung?”

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He ended up stopping at McDonald’s, (”this is actually some very well crafted cuisine, thank you very much.”), and asking Jeongguk if he wanted anything before ordering and getting the food hotter and fresher than he expected and throwing the bag in the younger’s lap, and fishing for fries, “feed me,” he ordered with a soft whine and a playful pout after several attempts at grabbing the greasy food. 

the one downfall to organisation is that there’s far more room for being impressed when it’s at an all time low. if jeongguk doesn’t have time to build his expectations sky high, then the product is already that much more impressive than he could've imagined. so it feels abrupt when an idea just sparks. for example, the idea for a road trip to busan together. but the hypothetical is quickly turned into an eager smile and a nonchalant “what are you doing tomorrow?” 

jeongguk almost couldn’t believe jimin said yes. 

and that was without jeongguk promising to pay half. he makes enough money at the repair shop to get by relatively comfortably, but not enough to shout jimin’s share like he wanted to. 

they definitely could’ve planned it better, stopped for gas a little earlier on in the trip just to be safe. but they were already far enough away from incheon for jeongguk to feel the relaxing perks of their sporadic mini-vacation kick in. the hardest thing he has to think about for a while will be what he wants to eat, and if tomorrow will be warm enough to go to the beach. 

he hasn’t seen his family in a long time, and maybe he’s not quite ready to see them. jeongguk knows that he’ll be able to handle any tension at home because he’s got jimin here with him. he’s just not sure he wants to put that kind of pressure on jimin in the first place. this getaway is supposed to be a time of relaxation, maybe bonding too if jeongguk can curb his annoyingness. 

but whatever happens, he’s glad he came along for the ride.

he’s content enough to gaze out the window like it was a ride in an airplane. too engrossed by the view and trying to savour it before he forgets it all. it’s not often he gets the chance to travel— buying cars isn’t cheap and trains make him sick. so jeongguk studies the sight like he won’t see the exact same thing on their way back home. when jimin inevitably denies him the chance to drive, again. 

his stomach decides to get demanding the second jimin’s successfully placed the order. at the time, of ten seconds ago, he had asked for just fries. but now that he realises they might not stop for a while, jeongguk’s regretting his meager choice. 

“sir yes sir,” he chimes cheekily when the bag of food is hauled straight to him, reaching in and learning the hard way that patience is a virtue he does not possess. “ah, they’re hot.” he tries to enunciate whilst dumbly fanning into his mouth. but he digs into the bag to find a sauce sachet soon enough and rips the lid open with more caution than necessary.

reaching back in to find a chicken nugget, jeongguk soon asks, through a mouthful of food, “sauce or no sauce, hyung?”

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jeongguk can't remember the last time he rode in a car for more than ten minutes. it's been weeks, at the very least, but within that he's learned incheon's public transport system. backwards. more often than not opting to catch a bus rather than have someone go out of their way just to give jeongguk a ride, he'll walk most places, within reason. but today's destination is too far for even the fittest pair of legs to walk. jeongguk's not sure where exactly they're planning to stop but he knows it's close enough to his hometown that'll it give him a pang of homesickness the second they head back to incheon.

they've still got a decent way to go, barely breaking past the first quarter of the length of their trip. when they were packing their bags into the car, jeongguk snagged the keys and shot a bright, oddly mischievous grin jimin's way. which proved, in retrospect, to be a pretty detrimental move on his behalf. since jimin had taken the keys back lightning fast, faster than jeongguk's ever seen him move. taking with it jeongguk's hopes of sitting behind the steering wheel anytime soon.

it's not that he doesn't know how to drive —("i have my license, i passed the test", he reminds his hyung at any and all opportunities), but even he feels safer in the passenger seat with jimin behind the wheel instead. he assumes his hesitation will dissipate with experience. he doesn't expect jimin to drive the whole four and a half hours by himself without pit stops and stretching breaks, and jeongguk's offered to switch with him if he needs it.

but the added bonus of being able to change the radio with every fickle urge for a new song doesn't hurt either. jeongguk just wonders how long until jimin cracks, tells him to choose a damn song already, brat.

his eyes flicker down to his phone and he chooses another song, one that jeongguk has had stuck in his head countless times now, and starts to realise he hasn't been in jimin's car that many times before. when he had, it'd only been a short trip and he hadn't had the chance to really look around. but now that he's focusing on it, he can recognise the familiar scent he's come to associate with park jimin. it's comforting, a sweet shock to his otherwise sensitive sense of smell. he puts the window down midway, testing whether the scent will mix well with the fresh air now whipping through his side of the car and lets his head fall back against the headrest.

he's started something in himself, too observant, and now realises there's a quiet rattling towards the back of the car. perhaps the number plate loosened a little and shakes around with the speed of the car. jeongguk focuses on listening out for it more than he bother to look, comfortable in his position, but ends up getting lured in by the song playing instead, singing along louder than he realises.

"have you had something to eat today, hyung?" jeongguk finally asks after a comfortable bout of silence between the two of them. he's not too hungry himself, more just looking out for jimin than anything, but he wouldn't mind a drink if jimin's feeling peckish.

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