Go & Come Back - KSJ
Jin & G/N y/n
Genre: Angst (maybe)
WC: 845
a/n: so I wrote this on a whim while fully in my feelings about Jin's enlistment. Enjoy. Let me know what you think, I love constructive criticism.
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The silence was comfortable as the couple sat next to each other, scenery whizzing by. A hand was grasped, thumb gently rubbing against knuckles.
“You have the code to my apartment right?” he asked.
You nodded, “Yes, I have it. As a post-it note on my fridge, as an email and text message and in my notes. Trust me babe, I’m not losing it.”
“And you can stay there, I told my mom and the building board that I am allowing you to for the time being.”
“I know and I told you that I’m gonna stay at my place. Your apartment is too big for just me. But I will go to steal some shirts and maybe a pillow.”
He blew a deep sigh out, “I’m sorry, I know I'm being annoying.”
You caressed his cheek, fingertips gently rubbing against the short soft hair at his temples.
“You aren't being annoying. Far from it. I know it's a lot, but we’ll get through this. 5 months will fly by and then you can go back to sending me annoying jokes and memes. Make sure to call your mom, I know she’s worrying herself.”
“You’ll check in on her? I know my dad is there but--”
“Don’t worry, she and I are spending the day tomorrow. Plus she says with you gone we have more time to plan.”
He looked down at their entwined hands, the matching couple bands shining in the light. He gently rotated your band with his thumb, exposing the modest stone in the middle.
“When I come back, I’m going to give you the most obnoxious ring. Let everyone know that I claimed you.”
You rolled your eyes, “Stop it, you silly man. Just go and come back, that's all I want.”
The entry to the base came into view, brick and imposing. The clasped hands grew tighter. Sniffles were quietly heard, unable to be stifled in the quiet backseat.
“Love, are you crying?” he asked worriedly, his eyes searching your face. Glassy eyes met his and you nodded.
“Yes but it’s okay. I’m just going to miss you. But I know the time will go fast and then we have all the time in the world.”
His warm hands cupped your face, taking in the features that literally stopped him short in the hospital almost a year ago.
“Don't fall in love with any hot shot doctors okay?”
You chuckled, “Babe I am the hotshot doctor. It's because of me that you still have a finger.”
Always one to follow his impulsive nature (It was how he got your phone number, asking you out of the blue while you had a needle in your hand), he pressed his lips to yours. Noses bumping gently before your mouths slotted together perfectly. Your eyes slid shut, taking in his cologne and the slight mint of his toothpaste. A tentative knock sounded against the window, signaling the end to your privacy. Around you can see 6 other cars parking.
“It’s time,” he whispered.
You just nodded. Jin tapped the window back, angling his body towards you. He pulled his ring off and pressed it into your hand. Your fingers wrapped around the warm and slightly misshapen ring.
“What are you doing?”
“Hold this for me, I don't want to lose it. I love you so much.” He said breathlessly, as though he was fighting the urge to cry.
“I love you too, go say bye to your bros.”
He pressed one last kiss and quickly exited, shutting the door behind you.
The quiet was too much, all the emotions raised up and this time you didn't have to stay strong. You wrapped your arms around yourself, his ring hooked onto your pointer finger. You wanted to be out there, delaying the goodbye as long as possible. But you knew when you started seeing him that this was just a way of life. Closing your eyes, you leaned against the back of the front seat. When you get home, a glass of wine and a long bath are needed.
Unknown time passed in the car, at one point you could hear the 7 of them joking around and taking photos. Finally, you heard the announcement that all enlistees are to go to the field for line up.
That's it, he was in.
The car door opening makes your head shoot up. A figure in all black with a bucket hat sat down next to you and you resumed leaning your head against the seat.
“Wrong car, Jungkook.” you muttered.
“Can I sit with you Noona/Hyung?"
You started a little at the title. Jungkook was shy and took a little time to warm up to you. He asked if it was okay to use the title over a week ago and it still felt odd.
“Sure.”
The two of you sat in silence, until it was your turn to hear sniffles.
“Jungkook? Are you okay?”
“I’m just going to miss him, who else am I going to annoy at 3am?”
“You’ll figure it out.”
“Yeah”
