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sarafinamk · 5 months

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Fallen Angel (Smiling Critters Space Riders AU Reader Insert) Part 3

Summary: Without the red smoke to help you through rehab, you begin to experience thoughts and feelings that you never had before. It gets worse before it gets better, but don't worry. It DOES slowly get better.

Check out the other parts here. Also, check out Part 2 to my Incorrect Quotes if you haven't already. The Smiling Critters Space Riders AU belongs to @onyxonline. Enjoy!

TW: Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Injury, Imprisonment, Trauma, Death mentions, Mentions of murder, Religious Trauma, Religious Imagery and Symbolism, Religious Cults, Drug Withdrawal, Drug Addiction, Mentions of Self harm, Mention of Suicide Attempt, Mental Health Issues, Slight cursing, LOTS of negative thoughts, Implied Abuse, Conditioning

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You weren’t sure how long you’ve been imprisoned at the heretics’ main space station for. Based on the lines scribbled in your journal, and what those healers and heretics told you, the closest timeline you could estimate was a month and a half…

Could be more…

In your defense, being in and out of consciousness because of not only healing from your wounds but dealing with your hellish headspace gave you no chance of keeping track. You weren’t sure if you TRULY wanted to know how long it’s been though…

Some of your wounds, at least, have healed. If you weren’t wearing those power mufflers, all your wounds would have disappeared a long time ago. But, no.

Those heretics just HAD to insist you heal the hard way. It is bad enough that those healers and their knights were watching your every move on the cameras. There was no nook or cranny in your accommodation that wasn’t under constant surveillance. They didn’t even try to be discreet about them. What’s worse is that now you had your whole body, head, and face exposed, especially to the people hellbent on killing you. They didn’t even deserve to have a face to associate with the Archangel. It was for your own good, they said. All that did was leave you with voices in your head screaming at you to get out, run, and hide from those prying eyes.

So what if there were a few instances where you tried to scratch yourself until you were satisfied with the red on you? You just needed a way to stop yourself from feeling these weird feelings. It’s leaving you weak. What would the Prototype say if he saw you showing such weakness when you were raised better than this? The scratching never went as far as it did the first time, though and it would never be like that ever again. Not on the heretics’ watch. They would always intervene before the first sign of red.

You spent a lot of time thinking about the perfect escape plan. You would get those power mufflers off, destroy those cameras the first chance you get, create a void, (maybe kill a few heretics along the way to send a message), and make an easy escape back to the prototype. It’s just… you could never muster any energy to go through with your ideas. You hated that you grew so lazy and weak when no prison was able to keep you contained in the past.

What happened to you?

Where was your energy to fight back, to make those heretics pay for what they’ve done to you…?

But…

Why save you?

Probably to interrogate you, torture you for ALL the intel concerning your God, and once they get everything, kill you. They can sure as hell try, but you’d rather die than betray your God and family like this!

You groan, cradling your pounding head with one hand. You slide down against the wall. Even though you've been clean for some time now, but you're still trying to get used to this red smoke free headspace of yours. Now you're just left sitting with thoughts and feelings you never had to sit with before, and you hated how much it consumes you. You wished you had the red smoke to help you through this, to make you forget these feelings, to go back to normal. But the Prototype never came back for you… no rescue parties were made for you as far as you know.

A few healers and knights argued that if he really wanted you back, he would’ve come get you by now, but he didn’t, and none of your “friends or family” did either, so you might as well get used to being here. You reminded them every single time that you don’t have “friends” nor are you selfish enough to need any. The Prototype was all anybody needed. You had that argument about 26 times before you stopped. There was no point in continuing this fight if they just refused to see any sense.

You hated to admit it, but...

Maybe they're right.

Not once, in the entire time since you’ve been separated from the Prototype was he there when you needed him the most. Your chest and the back of your eyes burn. Your vision goes blurry. You clench your blanket draped around your shoulders and take a few deep breaths until the burning sensation is smothered, and your vision clears up. You are NOT going to let weakness consume you.

Not now.

Not ever.

Not as long as you’re at the mercy of the heretics.

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Here you are, three months deep into your rehab program, sitting on the floor, and studying another one of Bubba’s “philosophy books” as he called them. He gave you some so that "you weren’t left pacing back and forth in a cell or being stuck with your thoughts all day." Granted you do try to do a few exercises to build your strength back. You discovered it was the best way to distract your mind from the mere thought of desiring red smoke. At least the books give you more to do in your cell.

To you, it was all heretic propaganda to stray the weak-minded away from the divine truth. It was still intriguing to study about, all the same. Besides, if you're going to be staying with the heretics, then now is a good time to start learning about their world and culture. As much as you hate to admit it, you're beginning to understand why many heretics find these kinds of teachings appealing. Not only does it go against everything the Prototype preaches, but there were so many teachings to choose from. How do the heretics even know which teachings are true? How do they know which teachings they should follow for the rest of their lives?

It was all so strange.

Back home, there is only one absolute truth: everything that happens in the galaxy is thanks to the Prototype. He’s the eternal source of happiness, of wisdom, of strength, of a second chance at life. He is in control of all. He gives his people his gifts, and in turn, they serve him. They devote their lives to him. To not believe in this truth would mean certain death.

In the heretic world, it seems it is up to the individual to shape the world in their image. Apparently, to discover the truth, you have to be willing to question everything. But how do these heretics expect to survive if they're expected to find their own happiness? How can they be trusted to take control of their lives when they don't fully know whether they made the right decision or not? How are they able to peacefully co-exist despite their differing beliefs?

Perhaps it's something you can clarify with the Space Riders when they come in for yet another visit. They've visited you quite frequently, but it was all so strange. They never asked you anything about the Prototype or the cult. In fact, the topic of conversation was always about… you. They would ask what you have been doing in “rehab” as they call it, how you are managing your red smoke cravings, what you have learned, how are the books (in Bubba’s case), and possible arrangements that are to be made once you are back in their custody. When they exhausted those topics, then they would make conversation with you...

Er...

...More like they would TRY to make conversation with you and you would give short answers. Sometimes, you wouldn't say anything at all. They never forced you to speak, nor did they ever punish you for being insubordinate. Instead, they just moved on to a different topic. This was something you never understood, but maybe they just want you to let your guard down long enough before punishing you.

The echoing of footsteps gets louder and closer to your cell, pulling you away from your thoughts. The seven Space Riders greet you, make themselves comfortable in front of your cell, and begin with the usual questions about you. You bite the bullet and decide you might as well entertain them.

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vividracing · 6 months

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New Post has been published on https://www.vividracing.com/blog/top-9-best-mods-for-the-cam-am-x3-turbo-r-2017-2023/

Top 9 Best Mods for the Cam-Am X3 Turbo R 2017 - 2023

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Oh, and just a heads up, the straps you get might look a bit different from what you see here. Just, you know, keep that in mind.

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Hey, check out this sweet upgrade for your Can-Am Maverick X3 72″ model – it’s the HCR Suspension’s Elite OEM Replacement Front A-arm Kit.

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thearmyprof · 9 months

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For you, a purl: Or, Jungkook’s Harrowing Battle Against the Sweater Curse

Rating: E

Pairing: Yoongi/Jungkook

Word count: 9,687

Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Humor, Holiday Vibes, Domestic Fluff

Warnings: No Major Warnings, Explicit Sexual Content

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52239349

Jungkook drums his fingers on his desk, staring into space, deep in thought. The truth is, he’s worried. A door closes loudly from down the hall and snaps Jungkook out of his stupor. He glances at the wall calendar—a cute kitten one Yoongi gifted him at the start of the year—which reminds him, for probably the tenth time this morning, that Christmas is only three weeks away.

The date is circled with little hearts. It’s on a Monday this year, but he still got them tickets for a concert. They’re going to get lamb skewers beforehand from their favorite little hole-in-the-wall joint halfway between both their places of employment. Jungkook sighs.

He’s worried. He knows he should be worried about the fact that he’s gotten none of his work done this morning. He’s going to get written up at this rate. But he can’t find it in himself to worry about that. Not right now. No.

Yoongi has been knitting. This in and of itself is not worrying. In fact, in the five years they’ve been dating, Yoongi’s new hobbies have never worried Jungkook. He loves it actually. Every few months, Yoongi moves on to something new and Jungkook gets cute little knick-knacks out of it. It’s endearing. He loves his new chopping board, beaded bracelets, the stained glass piece now hanging in their bathroom, the ceramic figurines now decorating his dresser, the mason jar full of beach rocks on his work desk. He loves all of it.

Jungkook glances at the calendar again. Yoongi’s been knitting for four months now and is showing no sign of quitting. Jungkook is impressed, even, for him having stuck with it this long. And he has a full winter set of accessories to show for it—scarf, beanie, mittens, fingerless gloves, muffler, socks. He’s honestly not really sure how many appendages Yoongi thinks Jungkook has.

Jungkook drums his fingers against his desk again. No, that’s all fine. What’s not fine is the scene he thinks back to the night before. Yoongi took Jungkook’s measurements. Not just any measurements—wrist, arm length, shoulder width, back length, collar. There is only one terrifying conclusion that Jungkook can draw from all of this. Yoongi is knitting him a sweater. Probably for Christmas.

He takes a deep breath and holds it in before releasing it slowly. No, this cannot happen. Jungkook is in too deep and loves Yoongi too dearly to let this be their demise. Because anyone that knows anything knows any boyfriend that knits their love a sweater, dooms the relationship to certain destruction.

While Yoongi has his ever rotating hobbies, Jungkook has his superstitions. Nothing debilitating, if you ask him. Just– he likes to be careful. Why tempt fate? So, Jungkook is a walking encyclopedia of curses, jinxes, bad omens, and how to avoid falling for such fates. And he likes to keep himself up to date on such things.

That’s why, in late November, when he probably should have been finishing up the end of month report, he found himself on Wikipedia instead.

“The Sweater Curse,” Jungkook mumbles to himself. “Fifteen percent of knitters reported said they experienced the curse firsthand. When a knitter knits a sweater for their loved one, they inevitably break-up. Some even report they break up before the sweater is ever finished. What the fuck.”

Jungkook glances at the beanie and mittens, a bit rugged, a hole in one of the mittens, and jumps a foot off his chair when his work phone rings shrilly through the cubicle.

“Jeon Jungkook,” he says into the receiver as he clutches his chest.

“Hey, Kook-ah, have you seen my knitting basket?”

Jungkook pokes his head through the archway between their small living room and kitchen, taking in the sight of Yoongi looking behind couch cushions with a furrowed brow. He looks especially dashing right now, glasses slipping down his nose, powder blue sweater engulfing his body.

“What was that?” Jungkook asks innocently.

“My knitting basket,” Yoongi mumbles, now on his hands and knees looking under the furniture. “I can’t find my knitting.”

“Huh,” Jungkook says breezily and moves back into the kitchen with a smirk.

Jungkook brings out the tray of dinner to the coffee table and freezes as he sees Yoongi contentedly knitting away. Black yarn. It looks soft and chunky. Terror chills Jungkook’s blood. He takes a moment to compose himself before saying “Oh, did you find it?”

“Hmm?” Yoongi looks over as Jungkook approaches, over the top of his glasses. “Oh? Yes, it was in the closet. It’s weird that I don’t remember putting it away.”

“Maybe you’re just getting old, hyung,” Jungkook says cheekily. “Forgetful.”

Yoongi narrows his eyes in Jungkook’s direction. He hums in reply.

“Come eat, hyung,” Jungkook says. “I made dak gomtang.”

“Let me just finish this row, Kook-ah,” Yoongi says.

Jungkook sighs under his breath as he watches Yoongi’s fingers fly with needles and yarn. He’s gotten so good at knitting. When exactly did that happen? When has he had the time? The thing he’s knitting doesn’t look like anything yet, though. Just a block of fabric, dark and soft looking. He opens his mouth to ask Yoongi what he’s making, but Yoongi interrupts him by quickly putting everything away and kneeling next to him at the table, eager to try some of Jungkook’s soup.

“Thank you for this meal, Kook-ah. I’ll eat it well,” Yoongi says, giving Jungkook a quick kiss on the cheek.

Jungkook ducks his head at the show of affection, feeling his cheeks burning. He’ll figure out a way to sabotage the sweater project later.

Jungkook tries to push the thought of the sweater out of his mind, but it haunts him. Every time he looks at Yoongi, he can’t help but imagine him presenting the sweater with a wide smile. He shivers at the thought and shakes his head, trying to clear his mind. He needs a plan.

Days pass, and Jungkook spends every spare moment trying to come up with a way to stop Yoongi from knitting the sweater. Continued attempts to hide the knitting basket don’t work. Jungkook has even attempted to introduce new hobbies casually into conversation. “Hey, have you ever heard of macrame?” “You see this quilt, I bet you could make something as beautiful, hyung.” “Have you ever thought of keeping sea monkeys?” It’s no use. The man is hellbent on knitting. He can’t just tell him he doesn’t want it, that would be rude. But he can’t let their relationship be ruined by a simple sweater either.

As they sit on the couch watching TV one evening, Jungkook notices Yoongi is absent-mindedly knitting again. Jungkook bites his lower lip. This is his chance.

“Hyung,” Jungkook says softly, lowering the volume on the TV a bit, drawing Yoongi’s attention away from the knitting. “I’ve been thinking about Christmas.”

“Oh?” Yoongi says, setting down his knitting needles. “What’s up?”

“Well, we didn’t really talk about gifts.”

“Gifts?” Yoongi asks as he glances down at the now-considerably-larger square of black fabric in his lap.

“I was thinking maybe this year we shouldn’t exchange gifts,” Jungkook says, eyeing Yoongi carefully. He watches the gears turning behind Yoongi’s eyes, his brow furrowing.

“But,” Yoongi starts, clearly confused. “You were the one that said you liked exchanging gifts. And that Christmas was the perfect time of year to exchange gifts.”

Jungkook winces a bit, but Yoongi doesn’t see it with his eyes still trained on his knitting. “I know, hyung. I just feel like, maybe, we’re a bit old? Yeah, a bit old for silly presents.”

“Oh,” Yoongi says quietly. “Well, if that’s what you want.”

Jungkook cringes the moment he realizes he fucked up. This was too far. He waves his hands frantically as if to dash away this entire conversation. “No, no. Hyung, wait, I was just thinking out loud. Just ignore me. I love your gifts. Maybe I’m just having a quarter-life crisis.”

Yoongi looks up at Jungkook then, giving him rare eye contact. “If you’re sure.”

Jungkook nods enthusiastically. “Positive. Let’s keep our traditions. Let’s pretend I never said anything.”

Yoongi nods slowly and picks his knitting back up. “Can you turn the TV back up? I want to try to finish this section before bed.”

Jungkook groans and screams profanities in his head as he casually picks up the remote to bump up the volume.

“Can you just stand there for a minute, Kook-ah?” Yoongi says from the doorway of the kitchen.

Jungkook glances at his boyfriend, standing there holding that demonic piece of black cloth with a sweet smile on his face. He goes back to the sink where he’s finishing up washing dishes. “What’s up, hyung?”

“Just hold still for a minute. You can keep washing,” Yoongi says, approaching the younger.

Jungkook feels the warmth as Yoongi lays something across his back, pressing at his nape and waist line simultaneously.

“What are you doing, hyung?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Yoongi says with a little hum.

As quick as he had come, he leaves the kitchen again.

Jungkook blinks, trying to process what had just happened. “Did he just–”

It’s Monday again. Jungkook stares at the kitten calendar at his work desk. The kittens are obnoxiously oblivious to his plight. Fluffy grey things, with little Santa hats on, batting at ornaments strewn over the fake snow ground. How do they get the hats to stay on? Jungkook shakes his head. Not the most important point of concern. It is now two weeks before Christmas. Yoongi is still knitting.

“Hey, earth to Jungkook!”

Jungkook is snapped out of his crisis-induced reverie by his co-worker Taehyung.

“What? Sorry, I was thinking,” Jungkook says, pulling his eyes away from the kittens to see his friend standing over him giving him a suspicious look.

“Everything okay?”

“What? Yeah, just tired, I guess,” Jungkook says.

Taehyung narrows his eyes. “Did those kittens murder a member of your family?”

“What?” Jungkook blinks trying to keep up with this conversation.

“You looked like you were plotting revenge on those kittens,” Taehyung replies with a wave at Jungkook’s calendar.

“Oh,” Jungkook says. “No, I was just worrying about Christmas.”

“Have you ever asked the important question though?” Taehyung asks, now looking deep in thought at the kittens.

“What?”

There’s a moment of silence before Taehyung tilts his head to the side and asks, “How do they keep the little Santa hats on?”

Jungkook lays his head down on his desk, closing his eyes.

“How was your day, hyung?” Jungkook asks as they sit, thighs touching, on their living room loveseat. It’s cold outside and they’re predicting more snow tonight. They’ve put on some holiday piano music on the TV. Jungkook is meant to be reading. He’s been staring blankly at the page for a while now. Finally, giving up. Yoongi is knitting.

Yoongi hums. “Not too bad. Might be getting a new client in the new year.”

Jungkook puts his book in his lap, not even bothering marking his page. He looks at Yoongi carefully. Yoongi is looking at his knitting. Jungkook decides it’s time to enact the next phase of Operation: Sabotage Our Sweater (SOS).

“That’s great, hyung,” Jungkook says, dropping his voice a little, letting a little of his Busan satoori into his inflection. He slowly drops his hand onto Yoongi’s thigh, letting his warmth bleed into Yoongi’s perpetually cooler skin through the fabric of his fleece pajama pants.

Yoongi doesn’t respond with more than a small hum, still knitting.

Jungkook pushes his hand further, slowly, slowly, towards Yoongi’s inner thigh.

Still nothing, except what Jungkook might describe as the incredibly loud clicking of knitting needles filling the room, mixing with the soft piano version of “Silent Night” from the TV.

Jungkook keeps going, shifting himself so his side presses into Yoongi, his hand gripping around Yoongi’s inner thigh.

“Kook-ah,” Yoongi murmurs, shifting his leg in reaction to Jungkook’s grip.

“Yeah, hyung?”

“Can you just–”

Jungkook tightens his grip and leans over so he can press kisses into Yoongi’s neck. The book he was reading falls to the floor.

Yoongi tilts his head to give Jungkook easier access to his neck, but still his fingers keep flying along with needles and yarn. Jungkook keeps kissing Yoongi’s neck.

“Kook, can you– hold on– I–,” Yoongi tries.

Jungkook leans back just enough to look at Yoongi’s face. He tries and fails to hide the small smirk on his lips. “Something wrong, hyung?”

“No, just– can you let me finish this row?”

“Hey, Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi says quietly over the top of his coffee mug. His hair is still in disarray from sleep, cheeks still flushed. He always looks especially soft first thing in the morning, if one were to ask Jungkook. Of course, Jungkook reflects, Yoongi looks soft all the time.

“Morning, hyung. You’re getting a late start this morning,” Jungkook says with a pointed look at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall for emphasis.

“Are we having a fight?” Yoongi asks without preamble. He sets his mug down on their small dining table and keeps his eyes fixed on whatever is left in the bottom of the cup.

“Fight?” Jungkook asks. “Are we?”

“Well, last night you screamed and left the room in a huff and were asleep before I got to bed, so…”

“Oh,” Jungkook says, suddenly remembering his extremely embarrassing meltdown last night. He was on a mission. Operation: SOS. Instead he made himself sadly horny and Yoongi still made progress on the sweater. It was a moment of weakness. But he’s Jungkook. He’ll rally.

“Oh?” Yoongi glances up for a moment which just serves to make Jungkook feel more than a little guilty.

“No, we’re not having a fight,” Jungkook says with a big sigh, crossing the small space to sit in the chair next to Yoongi’s, knocking their knees together. “I’m sorry. I guess I’ve been in a bit of a funk and I took it out on you last night. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay, Kook-ah,” Yoongi says softly. He reaches out and takes Jungkook’s hands into his. “Sorry I’ve been a bit distracted lately.”

Jungkook lifts their joined hands and kisses Yoongi’s knuckles. He enjoys the blush on Yoongi’s cheeks from the sudden affection. Jungkook smiles and watches Yoongi drink the last of his coffee. No, Jungkook can’t lose this. Operation: SOS is still on.

Jungkook picks up their favorite tteokbokki from the neighborhood stand on his way home from work. He thinks he might be partially apologizing for his chaotic behavior and for Operation: SOS through food. He dismisses the thought as he steps into the quiet apartment.

“Hyung, I’m home!” he calls out.

“Be out in a moment,” Yoongi says from their bedroom.

Jungkook sets the food out on the table and waits for Yoongi to join him.

“The smell is amazing,” Yoongi says as he sits down. “Thank you, Kook-ah.”

“Let’s eat well, hyung,” Jungkook says, handing Yoongi his spoon and chopsticks.

Yoongi is still knitting when they sit next to one another in bed later. Jungkook is blankly staring at his book again. He even turns the page every once in a while to look like he’s actually reading. He still thinks his plan to distract Yoongi is a good one. He’s just been missing something in the execution.

Jungkook casts a sideways glance towards Yoongi, who looks perfectly content to be knitting away. He’s humming some pop song under his breath. Adorable. But also infuriating.

Jungkook slides his hand onto Yoongi’s thigh, fingers pressing into the warm muscle. Still the same click-clack of the needles, the same hum of some barely recognizable song. As Jungkook’s hand travel higher up Yoongi’s thigh, Yoongi’s fingers pause momentarily in the knitting.

“Oh, shit,” Yoongi mutters.

“What happened?” Jungkook asks, sitting himself up against the headboard to look Yoongi over.

“I dropped a stitch.”

Jungkook blinks at Yoongi and then down at the black mass in Yoongi’s lap. “Oh.”

Yoongi curses under his breath again and then bundles up the knitting, throwing back the comforter.

“Where are you going?” Jungkook asks as Yoongi struggles to untangle himself from the bed and get his house slippers on.

Yoongi turns and gives Jungkook a small smile. “I dropped a stitch and I need to fix it before this whole thing is ruined. You go to sleep. This might take me a little while and I don’t want to keep you up.”

Jungkook watches, stunned, as Yoongi makes his way out of the bedroom. Once the bedroom door is shut, Jungkook flops himself down into Yoongi’s pillow and screams.

Jungkook wakes from a dream. Well, a nightmare really, even if at the time it didn’t feel like a nightmare. He was in a meadow full of flowers. He wishes he can remember what kind now, he would look up their meaning. The one thing that he does remember is the snake. White, with dark copper eyes, watching him from afar as he sat in the meadow. There’s a roiling in the pit of Jungkook’s stomach as he tries to remember more details about the dream. This is not good. Snakes in dreams are a bad omen. Everyone knows that.

He turns to see Yoongi sound asleep next to him. Peaceful. Blithely unaware of the havoc being wrought in Jungkook’s brain. Jungkook carefully extricates himself from the tangle of sheets and slides out of bed. He pads across the room, the cold wooden floor sending shivers up his legs. He enters the living room, where the moonlight mixed with city light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow on everything it touches.

Jungkook sighs and sinks onto the couch, his head in his hands. The dream lingers in his mind, haunting him like a specter. He tries to shake it off, but the unease settles deep within him.

He glances at Yoongi’s knitting bag on the coffee table, the mess of yarn and knit fabric peeking out from within. Jungkook’s gaze lingers on the knitting bag. He reaches his hand out, tentative, as if something inside of the bag will leap out and bite him. His fingers run over the soft texture of the yarn. It’s nice. So soft. He imagines the finished product will be very warm.

“Jungkook-ah?” he hears a soft call for him from the bedroom. He stands quickly, as if caught doing something he’s not supposed to, and retreats back to the bedroom, sparing the knitting a single glance over his shoulder as he goes.

As they watch their weekly baking program on TV, Jungkook has the realization that they’ve become extremely domestic. Here they sit, Jungkook leaning into Yoongi’s side and Yoongi still determinedly knitting away. He seems to be working on some other piece or something now. Jungkook doesn’t quite understand how this adds up to a sweater, but he’s still positive that’s what is happening here.

“Hyung, I invited Taehyung hyung over next weekend for the dinner. I hope that’s okay,” Jungkook murmurs during a lull in the program.

Yoongi nods and says, “That’s fine. Seokjin hyung and Namjoon said they can come, too.”

“Hope the snow isn’t too bad by then,” Jungkook says, glancing out the window as the flakes come down in the dark.

The cheerful ending credit music of the program chimes out and Yoongi is still knitting. Jungkook feels the panic itching under his skin. Each little flick of Yoongi’s forefinger with the yarn around the needle brings the sweater one step closer to completion. Operation: SOS is in jeopardy.

“Hyung,” Jungkook murmurs. He turns his head so his chin can rest on Yoongi’s shoulder. Conveniently, he can admire his boyfriend’s profile this way. Soft and pretty, he thinks.

Yoongi turns his head just a little, just enough, and flicks his eyes towards Jungkook, something that looks like actual interest alights there.

Jungkook surges forward, pushing his face into Yoongi’s, bringing their lips together. Yoongi makes a little noise of surprise, but returns the kiss enthusiastically. After a moment, he pulls back and looks at Jungkook’s face with curiosity.

“What’s gotten into you lately?” Yoongi asks.

Jungkook shrugs. “Can’t I just be horny, hyung?”

Yoongi chuckles. It’s his low, breathy chuckle that Jungkook loves so much.

“Just let me–”

“If you say ‘finish this row.’ I swear to all the gods, hyung,” Jungkook whines out.

Jungkook is pleased that Yoongi has the sense to look a bit chagrined, but quickly schools his face in mock offense. “Yah, Jungkook, where’s the respect?”

Jungkook carefully takes the knitting out of Yoongi’s hands—is ecstatic Yoongi lets him—and leans over to set it on the coffee table. He turns back to Yoongi with a grin on his face. “Respect, huh?”

“Yah,” Yoongi protests, even as he reaches for Jungkook’s hips and helps him slide over to Yoongi’s lap.

Now straddling his lap, Jungkook is able to lean over and kiss Yoongi more deeply. He’s missed this. Considering how desperately Yoongi seems to be returning each press of lips, each swipe of tongue, he thinks Yoongi might have missed this too.

A warm, wide hand makes its way under the hem of Jungkook’s hoodie, softly caressing his waist.

Jungkook moans into Yoongi’s mouth, gripping onto the back of Yoongi’s neck for support. He grinds down against Yoongi’s lap, feeling the growing hardness there. Jungkook wants to both race to the finish and slow down to savor every moment and feeling.

He breaks the kiss with a breath of air, leaning his forehead against Yoongi’s. “Hyung.”

Yoongi hums contentedly, looking up at Jungkook with hooded eyes. Jungkook starts kissing softly along Yoongi’s jawline before moving down his neck.

Jungkook leans back just enough to tug off his hoodie and toss it over the couch. He looks down at Yoongi and his fingers are flying to the hem of Yoongi’s t-shirt. Yoongi still offers no protest. Jungkook removes the shirt. He presses his lips to the place he was kissing just moments ago and works his way up Yoongi’s jaw-line to capture his lips again. The taste of the whiskey they drank after dinner lingers on Yoongi’s tongue.

They break apart for a moment, panting. Hands traveling over skin, leaving soft touches in their exploration.

“Bed?” Jungkook murmurs, keeping his forehead pressed against Yoongi’s. Yoongi nods, moving both their heads and Jungkook stands quickly, toppling both of them over and into the bedroom. Neither give a second glance to the knitting left quietly to itself on the coffee table.

Jungkook wakes with confusion. It’s dark. He shouldn’t be awake yet. He reaches his hand out for Yoongi, hoping to be able to lull himself back to sleep with the older man’s warmth. But as he reaches, his hand finds nothing but air and comforter.

Wrinkling his brow, he cracks open his eyes further than the slits they had been moments ago. No light coming from the bathroom. Bed definitely only has one person in it. Jungkook sits up.

“Yoongi?” he calls out softly. The bedroom door is shut. If Yoongi is in the rest of the apartment, he probably can’t hear him.

Jungkook grabs a sweatshirt and throws it on before searching for his boxers on the floor. He gives up and grabs a new pair from his dresser before leaving the room.

The light is on in the living room. Yoongi is sitting on the couch, back towards the hallway where Jungkook is standing with confusion written all over his face.

“Hyung?”

Yoongi jumps and turns his head towards Jungkook, a smile on his lips.

“What are you doing awake?” the elder asks.

Jungkook walks towards the couch to sit down next to Yoongi. “I could ask you the same.”

Jungkook’s eyes land on the knitting in Yoongi’s hands, the black mass of knitted object in his lap.

Yoongi nods before saying, “I just wanted to get a bit more done.”

Jungkook nods and can feel tears burn his eyes. This is ridiculous. He’s not about to cry over this. He’s not.

“Are you okay, Kook-ah?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook has to pause to clear his throat, shaking his head quickly back and forth. “Yeah, I’m fine. Guess I’m just tired.”

The look Yoongi gives him is so warm, so caring. Jungkook feels like he’s scrambling to hold on to it.

“Well, you should go back to sleep,” Yoongi says. His voice is so full of love, Jungkook wants to drown in it. Can you drown in a sound?

“Maybe I’ll just sit out here with you for a little while.”

Jungkook leans into Yoongi, resting his head on the older man’s shoulder. The Yoongi’s familiar scent engulfs him, and he feels his body relaxing, ready to go back to sleep.

His eyes slide shut and he almost doesn’t hear, “Whatever you want. You know I’m happy when you’re around.”

This is getting serious. No, this was already serious. Operation SOS is heading towards catastrophic failure. Yoongi has a work ethic like no one else Jungkook has ever met. Who has sex with their boyfriend and instead of staying comfortably in bed to sleep with said boyfriend, gets back up to work on their damn knitting?

Jungkook sends a death glare to the kitten calendar telling him there is only one week left before Christmas.

“Is it that you hate cats?”

Jungkook blinks at Taehyung, who is standing in his cubicle.

“What? No.”

Taehyung nods sagely. “You are dating Yoongi hyung, so you hating cats wouldn’t track at all, really.”

“What?” Jungkook swears he loses the ability to process spoken language every time he talks to his friend.

“Ready to get some lunch?” Taehyung asks.

Jungkook nods slowly, trying to catch up with the abrupt subject change.

As they walk towards the canteen, Taehyung tilts his head, looking towards his friend. “Is everything okay? You’ve been...off.”

Jungkook sighs and slides a hand down his face. “Yeah, it’s just Yoongi’s been knitting.”

Taehyung hums as if what Jungkook just said made any sense.

“He’s been knitting a sweater, I think,” Jungkook clarifies.

Taehyung nods.

“For me.”

Then Taehyung gasps. He throws out his arm, bringing them both to a stop in the hall. “He isn’t!”

“I think so,” Jungkook whispers.

“Doesn’t he have those, I don’t know, those knitting ahjummas he talks to? Why didn’t they stop him?” Taehyung says, desperation leaking into his tone.

“Huh, I hadn’t thought of them,” Jungkook says thoughtfully. He wishes he had taken Yoongi up on being introduced to the local knitting group. At the time it seemed a bit overkill. But now, what Jungkook wouldn’t give to have these ladies help him out—before it’s too late. “They must not know.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’ve been trying to distract him. Nothing’s worked.”

Taehyung nods. “I know you have some grudge against felines in Santa hats, but what about a kitten?”

“A kitten?” Jungkook stares at his friend.

“You know, they are wicked with yarn. And Yoongi would be so distracted by the kitten that he’d eventually give up on the knitting.”

Jungkook shuts his eyes, almost letting himself picture a scene with a little white ball of fluff—full of sharp teeth and nails—absolutely shredding the black sweater, Yoongi cooing as it does.

“Our apartment doesn’t allow pets,” Jungkook says sadly, letting the daydream float away in wisps of smoke.

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Taehyung says, letting the smile fall off his face. “Well, we can brainstorm some more over food.”

Yoongi is home late. Jungkook spends part of his night pacing the living room, but not wanting to be that boyfriend by calling to nag. It’s almost 10pm by the time the front door is opening and Yoongi is tiredly slipping off his shoes.

Jungkook is waiting for him in the living room, sitting on the couch with a frown on his face. He watches as Yoongi enters, exhaustion evident in every line of his body. He tiredly pulls his body to the couch, to sit thigh to thigh with Jungkook. Jungkook looks him over. Yoongi’s hair is disheveled, probably from running his hands through it all day, but he has a sparkle in his eye. Only the kind of look he gets when he’s excited about something.

“Hey,” Yoongi mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. Jungkook wonders if he’s trying not to disturb the quiet coziness of the house or if he’s had to speak all day.

“Are you okay, hyung? Why are you so late? You look exhausted.”

“I’m fine, Kook-ah,” Yoongi says. He adds a small smile afterward as if to emphasize his point. “Did I not mention I’m going to be late home this week?

Jungkook narrows his eyes at his boyfriend. “No, you didn’t mention. You’re always forgetting to tell me important things, hyung. Did they at least feed you?”

“Yeah, I ate. Don’t worry about me,” he replies. He pats Jungkook’s shoulder. “You head on to bed, I want to get a bit more done tonight before I turn in.”

“What do you mean by ‘more done’? It’s almost ten!” Jungkook protests.

“Not work. I just want to get a bit more knitting done tonight,” Yoongi says. “It’ll help me unwind.”

Jungkook snaps his mouth shut. “Ah, okay.”

He gets up without another word and heads toward the bedroom to get ready for bed.

Jungkook stares at himself, without seeing, as he brushes his teeth in their shared bathroom. This is getting out of control. Now he’s knitting when he very clearly needs sleep. As Jungkook spits and rinses, he feels more resolute about Operation SOS. He squares his shoulders after wiping his mouth. He grabs the lavender oil and a soft towel as he leaves the bathroom.

“Hyung?” Jungkook finds Yoongi still sitting on the couch, knitting away.

“Hmm?” Yoongi responds absently.

Jungkook sidles up behind the couch, putting the oil and towel on the back of the couch, and slides his hands over the tops of Yoongi’s shoulders. “I think you’ve earned a break and a special treat, hyung.”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi says, clearly not actually paying much attention.

Jungkook starts massaging Yoongi’s shoulders. And wow, they are tense. This is clearly long overdue. Jungkook watches Yoongi in the reflection of the dark TV while he continues his ministrations. Yoongi lets out a small groan, his eyes fluttering closed as Jungkook’s skilled fingers work their magic. The tension in his shoulders gradually melts away under the firm pressure. His knitting needles slowly come to a halt, forgotten in his lap.

Jungkook smirks to himself. He murmurs, “Does that feel good, hyung?”

“Kook-ah, you have no idea how good that feels,” Yoongi practically moans out.

Jungkook smiles, leaning down to press a soft kiss against Yoongi’s temple. “I’m glad I can help you with that unwinding, hyung.”

Yoongi grunts in assent, still lost in the feeling of Jungkook’s hands working all the knots out of his muscles.

“Lean forward for a moment, take your shirt off,” Jungkook whispers in Yoongi’s ear.

“What,” Yoongi says even as he immediately complies with Jungkook’s instructions.

Jungkook lays the towel across the back of the couch to catch any excess oil before he pulls Yoongi, now shirtless, to lean back again. Jungkook grabs the lavender oil and pours a generous amount onto his palms. The soothing scent fills the room. He rubs his hands together, warming up the oil before returning them to Yoongi’s tense muscles.

Yoongi lets out a contented sigh as Jungkook’s hands glide smoothly over his bare skin. The lavender oil adds an extra layer of relaxation to the massage, the scent enveloping them both in a calming atmosphere. Jungkook applies just the right amount of pressure, kneading away the knots and tension that have accumulated in Yoongi’s muscles. As his skilled hands work their magic, Jungkook can’t help but admire the way Yoongi responds to his touch. He appreciates the softness of his skin, the defined lines of his muscles. He pushes his hands forward past Yoongi’s shoulders to glide over his chest, massaging as he goes.

Jungkook leans forward and presses gentle kisses along Yoongi’s exposed neck, trailing a path up to his jaw. Yoongi shivers under his touch, a low moan escaping from his lips. Encouraged by Yoongi’s responsiveness, Jungkook moves around to the front of the couch and sits himself on top of Yoongi’s thighs—knitting quite forgotten on the floor. Yoongi stays still, like a puddle on the couch.

Jungkook adds more oil to his hands, rubbing them together to warm them up. Then he leans forward and continues to pepper kisses along Yoongi’s jawline, his fingertips now tracing patterns along Yoongi’s bare chest. He massages Yoongi’s pectorals from the front and Yoongi’s breathing hitches as Jungkook’s lips find their way to his earlobe, gently nipping at the sensitive skin. Jungkook can feel Yoongi’s nipples pebbling under his palms, despite how relaxed the rest of his body is.

Yoongi lets out a soft moan, his head lolling back against the towel on the couch as Jungkook continues his ministrations. His hands move lower, tracing circles over Yoongi’s abdomen, feeling the faint tremors beneath his touch. Jungkook’s own body responds to the heat pooling in his core, aching for the man beneath him.

“Help me with your pants, hyung,” Jungkook murmurs to not break the peaceful warmth of the room.

Yoongi doesn’t even open his eyes as Jungkook pulls his sweatpants down, only moving enough to lift his hips to allow the pants to come all the way down. Jungkook pulls them off and throws them in the direction of Yoongi’s shirt before coming to kneel in between Yoongi’s knees. He adds another generous portion of oil to his hands.

All Jungkook can hear is the sound of their mingled breaths, heavy and ragged, as he rubs oil into Yoongi’s thighs. Even though Yoongi is completely relaxed, Jungkook still can see him tenting in his boxers. When he can’t stand it any longer, he pushes himself up on his knees, wrapping his hands around Yoongi’s neck to pull his head forward. He captures Yoongi’s lips in a searing kiss. A guttural groan rips from Yoongi’s throat, arching his back off the couch to press himself closer. Yoongi’s hands find their way to Jungkook’s shoulders, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Jungkook gasps against Yoongi’s lips, feeling the urgency and hunger in their kiss. The massage now entirely forgotten, Jungkook breaks the kiss to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down Yoongi’s neck, not even caring about the taste of lavender as he goes, before he whispers, “Hyung.”

Yoongi nods, almost frantically, which Jungkook feels more than sees as he licks and kisses Yoongi’s neck. With a swift movement, he stands up and pulls Yoongi to his feet, their bodies pressed flush against each other. Yoongi’s hands scramble to remove Jungkook’s shirt, their lips never parting as they desperately cling to one another. The air is filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the rustling of fabric as the rest of their clothes are discarded, leaving them both bare and exposed.

Jungkook walks Yoongi backward until they reach the edge of the couch. With a gentle push, he guides Yoongi to sit down, his legs spread open. He kneels on the floor in front of him again, his gaze fixated on Yoongi’s clearly throbbing erection. Lowering himself down, Jungkook takes Yoongi into his mouth, his tongue exploring every inch of him. Yoongi’s back arches off the couch, a loud moan escaping his lips as Jungkook’s warm mouth envelops him. He threads his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, urging him on as he rocks his hips minutely in time with Jungkook’s expert movements.

Jungkook bobs his head, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head of Yoongi’s cock. He can taste the saltiness on his tongue and his hand wraps around the base, pumping in sync with his mouth. The wet sounds fill the room, mingling with Yoongi’s heavy breaths and small gasps.

“Kook-ah,” Yoongi barely moans out, tugging lightly at Jungkook’s hair. “I– I’m close.”

Jungkook just nods and hums, which seems to be the undoing of Yoongi.

As Yoongi’s release washes over him, his body tenses and his grip on Jungkook’s hair tightens. Jungkook swallows it all, slowly pulling away with a satisfied smirk, using a thumb to wipe away spillage from his lips. After a few beats, Yoongi recovers enough to pull Jungkook into another desperate kiss. Their mouths move together as Jungkook situates himself back to straddling Yoongi’s lap.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, Yoongi reaches for the bottle of oil and Jungkook leans his forehead on Yoongi’s shoulder, breathing heavily. Yoongi manages to get a dollop of oil on his hand without having to jostle Jungkook too much. Jungkook watches as Yoongi reaches in between their bodies to take Jungkook’s length in his palm. Jungkook hisses, the sensation almost overwhelming.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed as Yoongi begins to stroke him with the slickness of the oil. The combination of the heat from Yoongi’s hand and the lingering scent of lavender fills his senses. Every touch sends sparks of pleasure coursing through his body, and he gives kisses to Yoongi’s shoulders.

His entire body is on fire, every nerve electrified by Yoongi’s touch. Yoongi’s hand moves slowly and deliberately, spreading the slick oil along Jungkook’s length. Jungkook can’t help but buck his hips forward, seeking more friction, more of Yoongi’s touch. He feels like he’s teetering on the edge, already ready to lose himself completely.

Yoongi leans in, capturing Jungkook’s lips in a searing kiss as he continues to stroke him. Soon, Jungkook loses all coordination as heat and sensation roar through his abdomen. He’s breathing fast and hard, little out little whines, until he’s released in between them.

Their bodies remain intertwined, sweat glistening on their skin as they catch their breath. Yoongi’s hands roam over Jungkook’s back, tracing the contours of his muscles with a tenderness that belies the intensity of their previous actions.

Jungkook nuzzles into the crook of Yoongi’s neck, leaving feather-light kisses along his collarbone. Yoongi’s fingers card through Jungkook’s damp hair, a soothing gesture that lulls them both into a state of tranquility. They lie there, basking in the warmth of each other’s presence, their bodies entangled on the couch.

As their breathing steadies, Yoongi speaks softly, his voice filled with an undertone of contentment. “Kook-ah, let’s go shower.”

Jungkook whines, but nods. They both awkwardly stand on wobbly legs, helping each other to the bathroom and clean off under the warm spray. With gentle caresses and soft kisses, they dry and change for bed, getting under the comforter to tangle their legs together. Jungkook thinks Yoongi falls asleep as soon as they hit the bed. They lay there in the peaceful darkness, their bodies intertwined, while Jungkook rests his head on Yoongi’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

The following three nights, Jungkook is asleep before Yoongi even gets home. He only half-wakes when Yoongi is climbing under the blanket next to him. Jungkook would be happier about the knitting not happening, if it weren’t for the worry about the hours Yoongi is suddenly keeping. He wonders if Yoongi is even seeing any daylight at this rate.

Jungkook wakes up to the sound of Yoongi’s alarm blaring on the nightstand. He rubs his eyes and stretches, groaning at the stiffness in his muscles from sleeping in one position all night. As he sits up, he notices Yoongi already dressed and ready for the day, looking like he’s been up for hours.

“Morning,” Jungkook mumbles, still feeling groggy.

Yoongi turns to him with a tired smile. “Morning, Kook-ah. Sorry for waking you up.”

Jungkook shakes his head, trying to shake off the sleepiness. “It’s fine. Just surprised you’re up so early.”

“Yeah, well... I have an early morning meeting today,” Yoongi explains, grabbing his phone off the nightstand. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Jungkook nods, understanding. He’s relieved it’s Friday and that this weekend should be relatively relaxed in comparison, even if they were hosting a dinner party tomorrow.

When he finally pads out to the living room, he has a half-formed thought about maybe grabbing the knitting project and hiding it. If Yoongi is this distracted with work, surely he’s too distracted to be knitting. Then he’ll move on to another hobby and this whole horrid episode can be put behind them.

Except the knitting isn’t where he had seen it the night before. Jungkook gets on his hands and knees to peer under the sofa, thinking maybe it got kicked under in their exuberance. Nothing. He glances around the room. He checks the normal surfaces Yoongi tends to leave his half-finished work sitting on. Empty. He goes back to the bedroom and scours for the project. No luck. Did he take it to work with him? That would be—that would be weird, right?

“Maybe I’m losing my mind,” Jungkook mumbles as he grabs his clothes to change into. He’s going to be late for work at this rate.

“I’m telling you something bad is going to happen and it’s probably going to be Yoongi breaking up with me,” Jungkook says sulkily into his rice. The canteen is almost empty, Taehyung and Jungkook having taken their lunch an hour later than normal to finish up a project.

“You know,” Taehyung says, pointing his chopsticks at Jungkook. “I know the sweater business is bad news. But think about it. Why on earth would you break up? You two are like relationship goals. You’re the most domestic pair I’ve ever met.”

“Still,” Jungkook pouts. “I had that dream. And! This morning, when I got off the bus, there was a crow just waiting for me. Watching me on the sidewalk. One crow. It’s another bad omen.”

Taehyung looks at Jungkook with sympathy. “My eomma sent me some red ginseng. I’ll bring it for you tomorrow. I think you need it more than me.”

“I don’t think ginseng is for bad lu–”

Taehyung interrupts him with a wave of his hand and says, “Just accept the gift, Jungkook-ah. It can’t hurt.”

Jungkook looks glumly into his rice, but mumbles, “Thank you, hyung.”

Taehyung pats him on the head with a look of sympathy in his pout.

Yoongi is working away in the kitchen, with what looks like a half dozen different dishes cooking. Jungkook is meant to be putting up some holiday decorations. They host this friends’ dinner every couple of months and it isn’t normally a decorations affair, but with Christmas in a couple of days, it feels nice to be festive. Except Jungkook is now sitting on the edge of his bed—hiding from Yoongi—on his phone, scouring Naver for remedies to bad luck and curses. Honestly, he’s not sure why he didn’t think of this before. If he can find a good way to counteract the Sweater Curse effects, then he doesn’t have to break Yoongi’s heart by destroying the sweater before he can gift it.

Jungkook scrolls through countless articles and forum posts, searching for any possible solution to the curse that has befallen—or surely will befall soon—him and Yoongi’s relationship. He reads about cleansing rituals, talismans, and even special incantations that can supposedly ward off bad luck. Desperation fuels his determination as he delves deeper into the obscure corners of the internet.

The article is filled with stories of individuals who have encountered curses in their lives and managed to break free from their grip. Jungkook scrolls down, his eyes scanning the page, until he stumbles upon a section about love curses. His heart rate quickens as he reads about different methods to counteract the effects of a curse within a relationship.

The conclusion is to burn a stick of incense and meditate on the relationship. Then throw salt over the left shoulder.

“Garbage,” Jungkook mumbles. “This is just like– shit relationship advice meets amateur superstition.”

“What are you doing?”

Jungkook jumps up from the bed and immediately puts his phone behind his back. “Nothing!”

Totally not looking guilty as fuck, he thinks.

Yoongi narrows his eyes from the doorway. “Well, you’re not supposed to be doing nothing. You’re supposed to be decorating. We only have a couple more hours until the early birds start arriving.”

“Oh!” Jungkook takes a jerky step forward, remembering himself. “Right, yes. I came in here to get the decorations out of the closet.”

“Did you forget and start playing a game on your phone?” Yoongi says with a laugh.

“Yeah, must have,” Jungkook chuckles along. He really needs to get his head in the game here. Operation SOS is struggling.

Jungkook swings open the closet door and retrieves the box of decorations. His hand trembles slightly as he grips the handle, trying to mask his anxiety with a forced smile. As he carries the box back to the living room, he can’t help but feel a pang of guilt for slacking off and not fully immersing himself in the preparations for the party. He takes a deep breath, trying to push away his nerves and focus on the task at hand.

As he enters the living room, Jungkook sets the worn cardboard box down on the coffee table and begins to unpack its contents. His nimble fingers handle each decoration with care, delicately hanging twinkling lights around the room and strategically placing ornaments on various surfaces. A singing Santa figure takes center stage on the coffee table, its (annoyingly) cheerful tune filling the space anytime someone walks by. But even as he busies himself with festive tasks, Jungkook’s mind is consumed with thoughts of breaking the curse and protecting their relationship.

He’s in the bedroom putting the empty box away when the bell rings. He walks out to find Seokjin and Namjoon taking off their coats in the front hallway.

“Hello, hyungs,” he says cheerfully. “Was traffic okay?”

“We took the train,” Seokjin says, walking further into the living room. “I want to have something to drink tonight!”

Jungkook chuckles as he follows them into the living room. “Well, you’re in luck because Yoongi hyung is playing bartender tonight. He’s been looking up new cocktail recipes.”

Seokjin’s eyes light up with excitement. “Oh, I can’t wait!”

Soon enough, Taehyung arrives with Hoseok and Jimin in tow. Hoseok is ready with bright apologies, “Sorry we’re late. You know who is always operating on their own time.”

“Yah,” Jimin says with no force in his tone.

“They say another storm is blowing through tomorrow,” Namjoon says from the couch, eyes glued to his phone. “More snow?”

“Isn’t there something about a white Christmas? A song or something?” Seokjin asks.

“Dinner is ready!” Yoongi calls out. “Come help me bring it out.”

“See, we arrived just on time,” Jimin says with a sharp nod.

They all help to bring out dishes to the coffee table, Santa being temporarily rehomed to a side table before his singing ruins everyone’s appetite. The aroma of the food fills the air as Yoongi and the others set the plates down. The table is soon adorned with an array of mouthwatering dishes, from steaming bowls of savory soup to platters of grilled meats and colorful side dishes. The room is filled with the sound of cheerful chatter and laughter as everyone takes seats around the crowded table.

“Hyung, don’t forget to come eat,” Jungkook says to Yoongi who is still running around mixing drinks and getting last minute banchan, while everyone else dishes up.

“You can dish me up, Kook-ah,” Yoongi says distractedly as he digs in the fridge for who knows what.

“Hyung,” Jungkook tries again.

“Coming, coming,” Yoongi says. A soft smile adorns his lips as he sits down, thigh to thigh next to Jungkook, backs against the couch.

The room is filled with the clinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of conversation as everyone enjoys the delicious meal. The atmosphere is cozy and intimate, a perfect reflection of their close-knit group of friends. All worries about curses and bad luck fade to the background as Jungkook revels in the joy of this moment, surrounded by the people he loves most.

That is, until knitting comes up during the dinner conversation.

“So, Yoongi-yah, are you still knitting?” Seokjin asks with a glint in his eye.

Jungkook tenses and makes eye contact with Taehyung, who grimaces back at him in sympathy.

“Oh yes,” Yoongi says, not noticing Jungkook’s silent conversation with Taehyung. “I think of all the different fiber arts I’ve tried, it’s definitely my favorite.”

“You might say you’re ‘hooked’ on knitting?” Seokjin says with a grin.

Everyone looks at him for a moment before Yoongi says, “That’s crochet, hyung.”

“Oh don’t get all knitty-gritty on me,” Seokjin says, his smile not fading. “I’ve knitting is sew relaxing.”

“Please stop,” Yoongi deadpans. Jimin and Taehyung are snickering to each other. Everyone else just looks perplexed.

“But I have so many yarns I can spin for you, Yoongi,” Seokjin continues. “Knit happens. Just roll with it.”

Jungkook finds himself giggling and Yoongi gives him a look of ire. “Don’t encourage him, Kook-ah.”

“Don’t get yourself all tied into knots, Yoongi-yah. It’s not like I’m saying anything skein-dalous. Jungkook-ah, maybe Yoongi has gotten you a purl as a gift.”

Seokjin bursts into a high-pitched laugh and everyone joins in this time, even if they didn’t really follow all the banter.

Jungkook loves seeing Yoongi trying to hide his grin, his cheeks pink with the attention. He gives Seokjin a big smile.

“Snow is starting,” Namjoon says, looking at his phone instead of out the window.

Everyone else glances out the window to see soft white flakes falling down.

“Guess it’s time to go,” Seokjin says matter-of-factly.

Soon, everyone is getting coats on. Santa starts up a jaunty chorus of “Rocking Around the Christmas Tree” with his hips jerkily dancing around on the side table.

“Oh, Joon-ah, I have something for you, before you go!” Yoongi says.

Jungkook looks at him curiously. Yoongi runs to the bedroom and comes back with a square box wrapped in green paper. He hands it to Namjoon, who had just finished getting his boots on.

“Thanks, hyung,” Namjoon says bashfully. “You didn’t have to, you know.”

“I know, but now we’re even,” Yoongi says with a smile.

Bemused, Jungkook watches them, but is quickly distracted by hugs from his friends and they get ready to make their journeys home.

“Be careful in the snow!” Jungkook calls out to them as they leave.

Once the front door is shut, Yoongi and Jungkook turn to each other with exhausted grins.

“Clean up tomorrow, hyung?”

“Yeah, let’s go to sleep, Jungkook-ah. I’m exhausted.”

As Jungkook drifts off to sleep, arms securely around his boyfriend, he realizes he never saw his hyung pick up his knitting project once today. Maybe he’s finally moving on to a new hobby, he thinks sleepily. It’s not until 5 in the morning, light in the room unusually bright as the snow reflects the city lights outside, that his eyes slam open and his brain helpfully realizes that maybe he’s not knitting because he’s already finished the sweater.

Jungkook has never hated cheerful little holiday kittens more in his life. Those little fluff balls wearing those incredibly ridiculous hats mock him, reminding him today is Christmas. By all rights, he should be happy. He got great seats for the concert tonight, he had gotten Yoongi’s gift a while ago, and he looks good today. The red and white pattern holiday sweater he’s wearing fits just right. He should feel on top of the world. Instead he feels like a failure. Operation SOS was a disaster. Jungkook folds himself into his arms on his desk.

He’s startled by something heavy being dropped on the tabletop next to his head a moment later.

“From my eomma, as promised,” Taehyung says.

Jungkook looks at the bag, presumably full of red ginseng. “Thanks, hyung. You really didn’t have to.”

“I know,” Taehyung says with a nod. “Let’s go get lunch.”

Yoongi looks amazing. That’s the first thought in Jungkook’s head as his hyung walks towards him along the crowded sidewalk. He’s wearing a black leather jacket that hugs his body just right, accentuating his broad shoulders and lean frame. His hair is styled perfectly today, a tousled mess of black strands that make Jungkook’s fingers itch to run through them. Yoongi’s eyes meet his, a mischievous glint flickering in their depths, and Jungkook can’t help but feel his heart skip a beat.

“Hey,” Yoongi greets him, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Ready?”

“Let’s go, hyung,” Jungkook says with a smile, pulling Yoongi by his hand into the restaurant.

The lamb skewers they eat are just as wonderful. The night is perfect. The concert is fun and Jungkook blushes when Yoongi gushes about the seats he was able to score. As they walk back to their apartment, hand in hand, light flakes of snow kiss their noses and cling to their eyelashes. A magical Christmas evening, indeed. So magical, Jungkook completely forgot to worry about their exchanging of gifts until they were sitting together on their couch, knees knocking, cute wintry fireplace video playing on the television.

“Let me get mine first, Kook-ah,” Yoongi says with a grin.

Before Jungkook can say anything, Yoongi is up and running to the bedroom to grab his present. Jungkook swallows thickly. This is it. This is the end. As sweat pricks at the back of his neck, anxiety coursing through his veins, he thinks that if they were going to end their relationship, at least he had this perfect day. In fact, they have been having a lot of good days lately, he thinks.

“Here you go, Kook-ah,” Yoongi says softly. “I made it for you.”

Jungkook sees Yoongi’s face first before he registers the gift he’s holding out in his hands. His face is soft, but there is a bit of nervousness behind his eyes. His cheeks are dusted pink. Then Jungkook’s eyes move down to the little rectangular package—brown wrapping with a red string—in his hands. Small. Very small. Not bigger than his hand.

“Oh,” Jungkook says with a start. “Hyung.”

He gingerly takes the package. He feels tears prick the back of his eyelids as he blinks down at the wrapped box.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Yoongi asks.

Jungkook just shakes his head. “Thank you, hyung.”

Yoongi chuckles. “You haven’t even seen it yet.”

So, Jungkook slowly unties the string and delicately pulls the wrapping off the box. It’s a black velvet box, like the kind you get jewelry in. He tentatively pops open the top and sucks in his breath at the contents. Inside is a thick silver chain. He sets the box down after pulling the chain out. It’s a necklace. A beautiful silver chain necklace.

“You– when did you make this?” Jungkook breathes out.

Yoongi looks sheepish as he rubs the back of his neck with the palm of his hand. “That’s– it’s where I was this last week—why I was late. I was taking lessons. And made that. For you.”

“Oh, hyung,” Jungkook says as he quickly moves to put the necklace over his head. “It’s perfect.”

Yoongi ducks his head, clearly embarrassed. “It’s not much.”

“It’s wonderful, hyung. Thank you.”

Jungkook gets up and runs to the bathroom where he can get a look at the necklace around his neck. He smiles. “So, what have you been knitting for the last month, hyung?”

“What’s that?” Yoongi asks, coming to stand in the doorway, admiring Jungkook through the mirror.

“You’ve been knitting like a maniac. I thought you were knitting something for me,” Jungkook says, making eye contact in the mirror while his hand absently rubs along the chain around his neck.

“Oh, that was for Namjoon. I made him a sweater. I thought I told you?”

Jungkook stares at Yoongi through the mirror. “A sweater. For Namjoon.”

“Yeah, that’s why I kept using you for size comparison,” Yoongi says cheerfully.

“Oh, right,” Jungkook says with a nod.

“Did you have a gift for me or shall we get ready for bed?” Yoongi asks.

“Oh!” Jungkook says. He looks at the necklace one more time in the mirror. He thinks he might like this new hobby of Yoongi’s. Then he blanches when he remembers the gift that is carefully wrapped, waiting for Yoongi in their bedroom closet. “I, uh, well. I’m not sure I want to give you my gift after you’ve given me such a meaningful present, hyung.”

“I’ll love anything you give me. You know that, Kook-ah,” Yoongi says softly.

“Right,” Jungkook says, trying not to choke. “Right.”

He marches himself to the closet as if these are his last steps. He gets the box, wrapped in holiday kitten wrapping paper, and walks out to the living room where Yoongi has settled back down on the couch.

“Uh, hyung, you don’t have to open this, you know?”

“Stop delaying,” Yoongi laughs out.

With a gulp, Jungkook hands the box to Yoongi and sits down next to him. He wipes the palms of his hands on his thighs as Yoongi compliments the cute kittens on the paper. Soon the paper is torn away and the gift emerges. Jungkook cringes with a smile-turn-grimace.

His heart does somersaults as he watches Yoongi’s face go from curiosity to confusion to brilliant sunshine laughter.

“Really?” Yoongi asks through his laughter.

Yeah, everything is going to be fine. He’s not even sure why he was ever worried about them breaking up. Sweater Curses. Jungkook knows they are truly, disgustingly meant to be together. He lets his awkward grimace slide back into an endeared smile, cheeks still bright red in embarrassment.

Yoongi is laughing, with a gorgeous gummy smile on full display. When he finally catches his breath, he’s able to wheeze out, “Sea monkeys?”

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