Mouthful of Forevers

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and—yoongi stops. the truth. there hasn’t been a lot of truth-telling between he and jeongguk, not since the beginning; he’d been sceptical of jeongguk being his bride despite everything that pointed toward it. he knew it wouldn’t matter if jeongguk couldn’t see the sword, but then he could. can. and he hadn’t told jeongguk the truth about what would happen when he pulled out the sword—that yoongi would die in this world, that his soul would move on like all souls must but his hasn’t because he only wanted to do what was right all those years ago—because he knew jeongguk would never agree to it. he says i’m not the goblin’s bride,” says jeongguk; he can’t help pouting as he sits in the middle of his bed, wrapped up in a blanket. seokjin sits next to him, and jeongguk pretends that he can feel seokjin petting his hair or something comforting; just having him here is good enough, but jeongguk always wishes there was more.

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jeongguk!” yoongi yells, already running down the aisle, but there aren’t any lights on him and the music is too loud, rising to a crescendo as others join in on the number, and one of the wires snaps, the moon beginning a swinging arch downward as someone shouts, noticing it, and jeongguk looks up and the second wire snaps and he’s not moving— kissing doesn’t actually warm him up, unfortunately—if anything, his lips just get stiffer and then his butt goes numb from the ice and jeongguk giggles into his mouth when he feels yoongi start shivering. he tows yoongi around the rink until yoongi’s complaints get too loud, and then they go for dessert and make fun of bad christmas decorations adorning the houses in their neighbourhood. Punish the man who hurt me,” Salome ends the poem Salome, Redux, and Mouthful of Forevers is at its heart a collection about exactly that – the rebellion and fight of girls and women. That’s what von Radics’ poetry is about – it is no coincidence that her poetry references women of the past and present, ones whose names are well known and those whose have been forgotten, aside from – of course – her own self.yoongi is frantic as he steps through the front door and into busan, right into the little high school that jeongguk is working at now—he stumbles into a dark hallway, heart racing as he realizes that it’s too late; the time difference means that school is long over. outside, night has fallen, and yoongi curses as he hurries out of the school and onto the sidewalk outside. how is he supposed to find jeongguk like this, when he doesn’t even know where he’s living? or where he might go now? it’s the very reason he’s so frantic as he approaches her. “do you know jeon jeongguk?” he practically shouts at her, ignoring the alarm in her eyes when she turns to him. “please, i—i need to find him.” and it’s—nice. for once, they actually just talk. jeongguk doesn’t learn so much about yoongi’s life and his past so much as he does about how yoongi acts, and what he looks like he’s trying not to smile, and how easy it is to make him roll his eyes at something jeongguk does. and all of it makes jeongguk fond fond fond, finding himself hoping and wishing and wanting to be the stupid bride, because maybe he wouldn’t mind being with yoongi, even if he’s probably a thousand years old.

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ah, jeonggukkie, it’s too bad you couldn’t be my love interest.” the words should make jeongguk blush, probably—jimin is funny and attractive and wonderful, and a few weeks ago, he would have jumped at the chance to even pretend. but the past few weeks of knowing jimin and working together for the play they’ve been cast in has shown him that jimin is just a great friend. yoongi glowers, burrowing his face into his scarf in hopes of keeping jeongguk from seeing the tint to his cheeks at the word boyfriend. even though that’s what he called himself earlier—and what it appears they are. even though he’s known for over a month that jeongguk is his bride, it’s different to be dating him properly—and it’s still new, now. still fresh, like a wound that he doesn’t want to scab over. jeongguk doesn’t want to be found. but yoongi will search for him—will find him. he used to think that jeongguk was just the annoying brat who wouldn’t stop summoning him for mundane reasons, but he can’t deny the rabbit beat of his heart every time he asks another ghost to help him, every time he sits in jeongguk’s apartment and waits for him to come home.namjoon’s cheeks brighten, eyes widening like he’s gotten caught in headlights, and jeongguk laughs a little harder, making yoongi look at him. and it’s—this, he thinks. it’s this that he wants forever, and he will have forever. he’ll make sure of it. in the blink of an eye, he’s practically pressed chest to chest with yoongi, both of them squished into the bathroom stall. jeongguk doesn’t bother to think about yoongi in the following days. sometimes he’ll see ghosts once and never again—it’s rarer for them to hang around for long periods of time, like seokjin. he’s been around since jeongguk was fifteen, and now he’s just turned twenty-two—but he likes seokjin, likes his company when he hangs around. there are probably worse ghosts to be friends with. but there are ghosts around, so jeongguk chalks yoongi’s appearance up to that. even if he says he’ll grant jeongguk’s wishes, there’s no reason for follow up. i’m sorry,” says seokjin quietly. “i just—i remembered. i remembered what happened to me and i wanted him to pay for it, and then i could move on. i didn’t intend for jeongguk to get hurt.”