#i dunno which one to inflict the pain to yet but i basically just wanna write a lil isat in mhyk fic

[aria0fgold]

I could write this idea... Not gonna post it on ao3 though I am... too embarrassed... to post a crossover fic for isat like I'm still gathering myself to post the mkp5 fics like aint no way yall. I just like to think bout Siffrin in pain (i'm sorry, i love em, i swear i love em--)

[heywritersblock]

rest well: JJK

the bts boys are finally getting their well earned break! #restwellBTS

here’s a couple of different scenarios of what jeongguk might get up to at home with y/n.

pairing: jeongguk x reader

rating: T

~3000 words

“What’re you watching?”

“Dunno.”

“Okay. How long have you been watching it?”

Jeongguk fishes his phone out from where he’s somehow laid on it and taps the screen until it lights up.

“Uh, maybe like, three hours? Three and a half maybe.”

“And you still don’t know what you’re watching?”

“Not a clue.”

“Okay baby. Are you having fun?”

“Fuck yeah I am. Grab some snacks and come and join me,” he says, making grabby hands at you over the back of the couch.

*

“Jeongguk? ‘M home.”

“In the bathroom!”

You kick off the uncomfortable shoes you’d been wearing all day and leave them in a pile by the door, making a mental note to tidy them up later.

As you move through the apartment, you slowly shed the signs of your work uniform until you’re stood in front of your dresser in your bedroom. Grabbing one of Jeongguk’s t-shirts from his side of the drawers, you let it fall over your shoulders and sigh at the feeling: of being home, of being in your little haven, of being in your favourite person’s shirt.

A voice calling your name grabs your attention and you immediately respond.

“You good, baby?”

“Yeah! Come find me!”

The treasure hunt wasn’t hard.

“Hi you- woah.” You stand in the doorway with your hand still braced against the door handle. The scene in front of you was quite a sight to behold. “Wow. Look at you,” you say softly, unable to dampen the smile that’s taken hold of your lips.

A giggle from Jeongguk makes your heart skip a beat (it often happens, let’s be honest) and he says, “Hi baby. Close the door. You’re lettin’ the cold in.”

Following his instruction, you shuffle further into the bathroom, pushing the door closed until it clicks. “So, how’s your day been?” you smile.

“It’s been awesome.”

“Yeah? Do anything fun?”

“You know, ran a little, saw some bunnies in the park down the street. Ran a bath.”

“Yeah, you ran a bath!” you tease, taking a seat on the closed toilet seat next to where Jeongguk is currently lazing in the bathtub. “I’ve never seen as much foam in my life!” you laugh.

His laugh rings out loudly in the warm bathroom. “Hmm, I didn’t really know how to use it - you know - one of those bath things you like to use. The ones that make the bath all bubbly and smell super good.”

“A bath bomb.”

“That’s what it’s called? I had to google how to use it but I couldn’t think of the name. I threw it all in here and it smelled so good so I might have put another two or three in,” he grins sheepishly, knowing full well you’re not going to berate him for wasting your bath bombs but at least having the decency to look like he’s sorry.

“Oh really? Well I think that’s the only way to experience your first bath in this apartment.” “Hell yeah. I can’t believe I’ve never had a bath here,” he says softly, sinking down further into the bubbles.

You rest your hand on the bathtub side, skimming your hand through the top surface of bubbles. “You don’t have the time usually,” you remind him quietly.

“Do now though,” he smiles, eyes closing as he rests his head back on the tiled wall.

“Damn straight you do, baby,” you say, smiling wider as his hand grips yours through the bubbles. 

“All the time in the world,” he whispers, squeezing at your hand.

A calm silence fills the room, only filled by the noise of water swishing when Jeongguk moves.

“Go on then,” you break the silence to say. “Which bath bombs did you use? It smells delicious in here.”

“Um- so I put a pink-y purple one in first. It smelled like marshmallows, so obviously I got excited. Then there was one that was like a turquoise colour. It had a label on it that said ‘calm’ so I thought why not? I think that was - oh wait. No, there was definitely one that looked like it had crystals or something on it.” He’s looking at you with those wide eyes, hands gesticulating and accidentally flicking water around the bathroom, but it’s like he’s telling you the most important thing ever. “It like, popped when I put it in the water so I was a little worried but it smelled so good.”

You smile. “Dude.”

“What?” he laughs.

“You’re going to be so stained when you get out of there!”

“What? Is that a thing-?” He lifts up his leg and his brown eyes bulge at the goldish tint to his skin. “I thought baths were supposed to make you clean!”

“You are clean. This is just one of the consequences sometimes. It’ll come off but you might have to shower when you’ve let the water out. We’ll talk about how to clean the bath out later.” He groans and you laugh. “But, how relaxed do you feel right now?”

He settles back, closing his eyes again with a soft smile on his face. “Good point. Totally worth having my body stained gold,” he says.

“Golden baby,” you whisper, adoring the sound of his laugh melting in the heated air.

“Do you know what would make me even more relaxed?” he asks, intertwining your hands again when he finds your fingertips.

“Hmm?” “Hearing your voice. Tell me about your day, baby.”

*

“Hey!”

“Hi you. Want some?” You say, offering a bite of your fruit bowl that’s serving as your breakfast.

“Mmm,” he mumbles, accepting the fruit that’s spiked onto your fork. “Thanks,” he whispers into your ear, pecking the top of your head with a quick kiss as he passes to fill up the water bottle in his hand.

“How was your workout?” you ask, flipping to the next page of the book in front of you, finishing off your sentence before turning your attention to Jeongguk.

“So good. You know when you can feel every muscle in your body? Yeah, that kind of good,” he says, pretending to lunge forward and stretch his muscles further.

“Ew. Personally, I think that sounds horrendous.”

“Nah, feels good. Maybe a massage would help later though if it really starts to hurt,” he says from beside you, looking up through his lashes at you.

“Ha! This is all self inflicted. You bring this pain on yourself!” you point out.

“So no massage?” he asks, still looking up at you and this time even pouting his bottom lip slightly.

“Oh for f- okay. Maybe a massage for you,” you give in. “I’m such a pushover,” you laugh.

“Nah, you just love me. Want me to relax.” He’s nuzzling at your ear now, making you giggle. “Always tellin’ me to relax and now I’m here. Relaxing all over the place. You love it.” He takes the fruit bowl that’s in your hands off you and shoves it onto the counter top where you’re sitting. “You love me,” he whispers.

You’re still giggling at how ridiculous this gorgeous boy is, but you can’t help but nodding. “Love you so much,” you whisper.

“Knew it,” he grins, then, “Love you back. C’mere.” He slides his hand to your cheek and pulls you in for a kiss.

*

“Babe, do you know how to braid hair?”

“JK, I love you but you do know it’s 11:30 at night, right?”

“Well, yeah, but I was just wondering.”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Not really. Been asleep loads recently. Feel like I’m all energised a lot of the time now.”

Your feeling of frustration slowly disappears as you realise how much comfort Jeongguk’s last statement just brought to you. He’s finally getting the time off he needed.

“Okay then,” you say, rolling over onto your back, propping your pillows up a little behind your head so you can see where Jeongguk is resting against the headboard, phone lighting up his face. “Why’d you want to know if I can braid?”

“I’ve just seen this video on youtube of a dad braiding his daughter’s hair. And I thought, like woah, how cool is that. And also, like, what if I can’t braid hair? I want to learn now so I’ve got time to practise.”

Jesus, this kid. Your heart feels as though it’s two sizes too big for your body and you can’t trust yourself with words just yet so you nod your head at him and smile.

“Do you think you could teach me the basics?” he asks, not waiting for you to respond to his previous comment.

“Course I can.”

“Really?” he watches you sit up further in bed, pulling on the hair tie that’s keeping your hair in a pony tail. “Now?”

“Sure. Do you wanna learn now?”

“Yeah I do! Shit, I love you. Now teach me your ways, sensei.”

*

“Babe, Jin called. Says you’re not answering again.”

“Ah shit, my phone’s on silent. I can’t believe he calls you to tattle on me not answering.” “Right? I told him we were wink wink busy and he screamed. Then told me to get you to ring him back when we’re done,” you laugh, accepting Jeongguk’s high five.

“Amazing,” he whispers, before pulling his phone out of his pocket and selecting Jin’s contact. He takes a seat at the side of you, resting his elbows against the counter and stealing a bite of your cereal as the phone rings.

“Hyung!”

“Jeonggukie! I hope you washed before calling me.”

“What? You’re literally miles away from me right now.”

“Still! I don’t want to be infected with any of your sex germs.”

“Ha! Okay, hyung. Then I’m delighted to tell you that I’m squeaky clean so what’s up?”

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“It’s literally been three days, hyu-”

“I know it’s only been three days but I need to make sure you’re doing well. Fancy lunch tomorrow?”

“Of course, hyung. What time? Usual place?”

“Usual place. Say 12?”

“Ah, can we do a little later?”

“Why? Have other plans more important than me, Jeongukkie?”

“Hyung, don’t be like that! It’s just - you know my neighbour, Mrs Kim? She has this super adorable old dog that she doesn’t have the energy to walk all the time. I’ve kind of volunteered to walk him for her every day at 12.”

Your heart melts a little at Jeongguk’s kindness so you give him a fond nudge to the thigh with your foot, tapping at your heart when you get his attention. He laughs, swatting your foot away but grabbing it just before you can move it, pulling it and then your other to rest on his lap.

“Oh JK, you’re so sweet! A true martyr. No wonder the older ladies love you.”

“Hyung, there’s nothing I’m sacrficing to do it. I like it! It gives me seomthing to do each day and I get to be outside. I love the fresh air and I love the little guy and I like that I’m helping. Win win.”

“Wow. You’re perfect. And I am well qualified to say that because as we know, I am perfect myself.”

“Whatever you say, Jin-hyung. It only takes an hour or so. Meet me at my place at 1?”

“Ah, sounds good. See you tomorrow, JK!”

Jeongguk replies his goodbyes, clunking his phone onto the counter when he’s done and cupping your socked feet with his hands.

“Well, isn’t my boyfriend the sweetest?”

He laughs, pink flushing his cheeks slightly. To hide his shyness, he says, “He is. And handsome. And talented. And-”

“Okay, okay! We get it!” You laugh, kicking your feet off his lap. “Jeez, your head’s gonna be so big it won’t fit through Mrs Kim’s door tomorrow,” you mumble teasingly.

“Not the only thing that’s big,” he winks.

“Oh my god, that was terrible.”

“I know. I can only apologise. Now give me back your legs, they’re keeping me toasty.”

*

“D’you want some tea?”

You’re aware that Jeongguk is standing behind the armchair you’re currently curled up on, but you can’t quite answer him yet. You’re at that part of a book where you’re fully immersed, empathising and experiencing adventures with these characters. You can’t interrupt that with the real world.

Your eyes are racing across the lines on the page, and you feel Jeongguk move to take a seat on the arm of your chair.

You’re not sure how many minutes pass but eventually you reach the end of the chapter. You place your hand in your book, knowing you’re not stopping long enough to need your bookmark (you can’t possibly stop reading with only this many pages to go) and look up.

Jeongguk’s perched on the arm of your chair, looking down at you with a soft smile on his face.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“D’you want some tea?” He repeats softly.

“Yes please,” you smile sheepishly, feeling bad that you’d ignored him. “Sorry about that, I just-”

“I know. It’s fine.” He makes no move to get up yet. “I love watching you read.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. You always look so cozy. You’re all snuggled up and in this other world and throwing yourself into these adventures. It’s amazing to see. I always wish I had something to read when I see you. Like, I’m kind of jealous that I don’t usually have the time to start a book. I guess it just makes me feel really calm to watch you.”

“It does?”

“Yeah. It’s like, I know you’re here with me and you’re safe and nothing’s worrying you right there and then. Like, I don’t get to see this usually. It makes me realise I’m home and I’m with you.”

“Oh.”

Your heart is pounding in your chest at his words but somehow, you feel calm too.

“Can I ask what you’re reading or shall I leave you to it for a bit?”

“No, no. Of course you can,” you smile, reaching to the other arm of the chair for your bookmark and popping it in. For him, you’d pause for a little while. For him, you’d do anything. “I love talking about what I’m reading.”

Hours later - neither of you can be sure how long exactly - Jeongguk is sitting directly opposite you in the matching armchair, coffee table separating you both filled with books.

Paperback book and hardback books and new books and old. As many as you could locate in your apartment that you thought Jeongguk might like. You’d sat together and read the blurbs until he found one full of magic and adventure that he wanted to read. His eyes had sparkled when he’d picked it up, already entranced by the illustrations of the characters on the front cover.

Cut to now - Jeongguk folded up on the opposite chair to you, legs tucked under himself, nose pressed into the book resting against an arm of the arm chair.

You’d completed your book a while ago, now content to sip on the tea he’d brought you and watch him lose himself in the story in front of him.

You get what he means, you think to yourself as you watch him. It is calming to see; here’s your favourite boy, curled up safely in your apartment, well rested, relaxed, enough time to enjoy the normal things, the little things in life.

Your mind casts back to the time that he’s been home for the break. The endless sleeping for the first weeks, catching up on years of exhaustion; the desperation for you, catching up on years of unavoidable separations; the reconnecting with his family, catching up on lives in real time rather than over fuzzy facetime screens. Him discovering new loves, new hobbies, new ways to relax himself. Him simply being there in your apartment, dropping kisses to your cheek as he passes, joining in spontaneous dances in the kitchen.

Your heart’s doing that thing again, where it feels like there’s too much love in it, and it’s almost like he knows.

He turns the page of his book, peeking over the top of it at you as if he’s just wanting to make sure you’re still there, that he’s not just imagined this.

You send him a soft smile, pulling your cup to rest against your lips.

“Love being home.”

*

(WELP. I miss BTS already but I’m so so pleased they’re getting time off. I’m pretty sure JK’s time off won’t be as boring as this but it gives me comfort to think of him being all relaxed and domestic! Hope you enjoyed!)