Thread by @fruityboops

{only lovers}
a #yoonkookau where mated vampires yoongi and jungkook take ‘be gay do crime’ to eternity and beyond.
for @huuuuuuuuuuuuxx ‘s birthday today!

tags:
-established relationship
-domestic fluff
-casual mentions of past violence, not graphic (they’re centuries old vampires 🤷🏽‍♀️)

“that’s the same con i used to sell the londön bridge the year we met.” yoongii narrows his eyes suspiciously. jeonggukk smiles shamelessly, sharp teeth glinting in the low light of their current home in the mountainside of japän.

“i know, that’s why i chose it,” jeonggukk swoops forward to trap yoongii in his arms. yoongii squirms for a few seconds before flopping dramatically, bringing his legs up to curl around jeonggukk’s hips.

“you’re getting romantic in your old age,” yoongi murmurs as his lips find jeonggukk’s neck.
“fuck you i’ve always been a romantic,” jeonggukk grouches as he drops yoongii unceremoniously onto the table they’ve been using to plan.

“you tried to kïll me last century!” yoongii pouts, deliberately not mentioning that he literally asked for it one day in a fit of boredom. jeonggukk looks at him skeptically but doesn’t respond, choosing instead to entwine them tightly together as he looks over the blueprints.

yoongii is ensconced firmly in the arms of his lover, legs spread around his narrow waist. all of their vulnerabilities tucked safely between their chests.
“isn’t this the second time we’ve stolen this plane?” yoongii asks a while later, after he’s been all but lulled to sleep

by jeonggukk’s steady breathing.
“no the first time you stole it by yourself. i was in venice.” jeonggukk replies. yoongii hums, casting his mind back, back, back, to a personal history all but completely lost to time. it’s probably written down in one of his old diaries.

“what’d you do?” he asks and delights in jeonggukk’s offended huff.
“/you/ started a cult!”
“everyone starts a cult every once in a while!”
“it was a cult about me! it had 600 members!”
“okay,” yoongii chokes out between bursts of laughter, “maybe i went a little far.”

“just a bit,” jeonggukk glares at him without heat, his eternal baby face making the whole expression rather endearing instead. yoongii leans forward to press a kiss to jeonggukk’s downturned mouth, as helpless as he was when they met all those centuries ago.

“so you pouted all the way to venice?” yoongii teases, and then laughs anew when jeonggukk lifts him once more, stalking out of the office, plans forgotten.
“fuck all the way off please,” jeonggukk asks, saccharine sweet as he walks them into the kitchen.

yoongii is dropped unceremoniously onto the counter next to the sink while jeonggukk’s walks into their pantry.
“what’re you doing? it’s not even sunset!” yoongii calls out when he hears the sounds of the cellar door being opened.

“i just remembered i got you this thing in venice but i was still a little mad so i left it here before we met up again!” jeonggukk’s calls up the stairs, and then the sound of something shattering on the stone floor echoes out of the cellar.

“i swear to fuck if you broke the last bottle of 11th century monastery wine i’m going to rip your lungs out. again,” yoongii snarls as he leaps off the counter to race down the stairs. jeonggukk isn’t making any noise, which is only vaguely concerning.

“goog?” yoongii jumps the last few stairs, eyes darting around for anything amiss.
what he’s met with instead of tragedy or mess is…rather benign.
jeonggukk’s standing next to a painting, buts it’s back faces yoongii so he can’t see it.

“what did you break?” yoongi sighs, looking around once more for glass.
“one of your reliquary’s, i’ll get you a new one.” jeonggukk waves off his exasperation like he’s swatting a fly. his eyes keep flickering between yoongii and the painting, excitement in every breath.

“you’ll get me TWO new ones,” yoongii glares until jeonggukk nods his acquiescence.
“look,” jeonggukk reels yoongii in until his back is to jeonggukk’s chest and they’re facing the painting together.
it’s a portrait. done in the style of academicism, but softer.

dark wispy hair and feline eyes, sparkling with what appears to be reflected firelight and looking as though on the cusp of laughter. the expression feels familiar, looks familiar, but yoongii can’t place where he’s seen that face before.
“it’s you,” jeonggukk whispers.

“what? how?” yoongii looks up sharply before looking back at the painting. inexplicably, he steps closer, a part of him reaching up to touch his cheek as his gaze sweeps across the round apple of it rendered in soft oils.

“long or short version?” jeonggukk laughs at his expression, whatever it is but yoongii is too shocked to be annoyed.
“i’ve got time,” he murmurs.
“ran across a french painter in italy, got to talking. he’d never met an oriental before, see,” jeonggukk smiles, sharklike.

“we were both gay and a little heartbroken, so we got drunk, and he asked me to describe you. he sketched it out, drunk, but it was you. a few weeks later i paid him to paint you.” jeonggukk looks at him fondly, standing next to his likeness preserved in pigment and oil.

yoongii bounds across the room and leaps at his lover, humming happily into the kiss they share. nearly a millenium together and still, love blooms.
“how’d you really get it?” yoongii traces jeonggukk’s bottom lip when they part, gaze heated.

“he caught me feeding so i kïdnapped him. was gonna enthrall him to forget but then i saw his works and thought ‘fuck it’. i was already there and i still love you even after you start cults in my name.” jeonggukk rolls his eyes fondly.

“this is what i look like to you?” yoongii tilts his head at the painting. jeonggukk nods.
yoongii swears to discover a way for them to take pictures together. or kidnap another painter. whichever comes first.

“my love?” yoongii croons.
“hmmm?”
“take me to bed.”
“okay.”

-fin-