♫ Your words don't mean a thing at all ♫

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- Tour -

Third Person's POV

Two months later

So, Australia was beautiful.

Taehyung and Jungkook had already explored the continent, finding all its joys and mysteries. However, practically a year later, they're back but with Bighit staff and their friends. It's just as beautiful as it was when they first saw it, except this time it's a little more special.

They're with their friends.

The point for their travels was to begin the tour, despite them only being a group for a little less than a year now. They've gained fame, quickly at that too, and they're slowly rising to the top. So, due to that, they're beginning their first-ever tour.

And Taehyung was so not ready for it.

"Alright, this will be your dorms for the next few days," Their manager says, pointing to the hotel that stands right in front of them. "Don't do anything too crazy, don't stay up too late, you know the deal." They nod like obedient children, eyes glinting with mischief.

Then, once their manager hands them the keys to their shared hotel rooms, they wave goodbye. When he's gone, they turn to one another, smirking. "The last one up is a rotten egg!" Jungkook shouts, already heading for the stairs. They all follow him, totally disregarding the elevator and run up the flights of stairs.

Jungkook's the only one that has a lot of stamina.

Because the third flight up, the others are already falling down, breathing heavily, and giving up. Jungkook and Taehyung are the only two still going- that is until they reach the fifth flight. Taehyung falls, laying on the staircase, breathless and staring at the stairs above him.

Jungkook just keeps running. It's about a ten-story hotel, but their rooms are on the seventh story. He barely makes it to the seventh story of the building, bursting through the door and breathing so hard. He's gasping for air, smiling because his friends are nowhere to be seen.

As he walks through the halls, trying to find his room number, he hears the ding from the elevator. Out walks Yoongi, a look of boredom on his face with his hands in his pockets. Jungkook laughs, seeing the elder flash a quick smile, chuckling a bit.

"I got to the second flight and said nope," Yoongi says, walking up to the youngest. "The elevator seemed like an easier option." The younger smiles, hugging his friend as they walk down the hotel hallways in search of their rooms.

As typical as it is, the rooms are side by side. There's three, one for each couple. Well- would Yoonminseok be considered a couple, or a trio? Anyway- Jungkook takes the key, unlocking the door and pushing it open. There's a gust of cold air that hits him and it feels great.

Yoongi parts to go look at his room, which is right next to Jungkook's, but they still part ways. Jungkook takes the time to look around, taking in the nice cream-colored walls with white trim. There are nice tiled floors and beautifully decorated furniture. Typically, the top floor has the best rooms.

This one was beautiful for the seventh floor.

There are two beds in two different rooms, both decently sized. Jungkook knows the won't need the second bed, but it was nice of the staff to give them that option. There's a small living area with a light brown loveseat, a flat-screen mounted on the wall, and giant windows that overlook the city and spot the ocean.

There's a small kitchen area, which pretty much consists of a mini-fridge, a microwave, and a counter with a sink. The bathroom is spacious, a little luxurious too. There's a shower, one with the glass surrounding it and a glass door. There's also a bathtub, not too big but not too small.

There are counters with a sink, a giant mirror in front of it, but all in all it looks nice. Jungkook finds himself walking back towards the windows, staring at the city below him. He misses the sound of the door opening, along with the quiet footsteps behind him, but he certainly doesn't miss the hands that wrap around his waist.

It startles him at first, his heart racing in his chest, but when he feels the broad chest pressed to his back and those somewhat chapped yet soft lips press to his neck, he knows he's safe. "Relax, it's just me." He's still a little breathless from the stairs, but his voice is calm and soothing.

Jungkook smiles, leaning into his lover's touch. They stare at the city below them, eyes slowly finding the ocean that looks closer than it actually is. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Taehyung asks, letting his hands run over the younger's toned stomach.

"It is." The elder of the two hums, softly and deep, kissing his lover's neck gently. "Just like you, my love." Jungkook's heard that line more than once by now, in fact, too many times, but it always brings a smile to his face and butterflies in his stomach.

He truly loves Taehyung.

"I'm not the only attractive one in this relationship." That's another thing that's changed. Jungkook used to be super insecure and doubted himself a lot. Over the course of a year and a half, Taehyung and the others have slowly gotten him to admit things about himself.

Like the fact that he's insanely attractive.

Taehyung hummed at the younger's response, kissing his cheek and letting his hands grip Jungkook's petite waist. "You're right, baby." The younger giggled, glancing back to see Taehyung's shimmering eyes staring at him instead of the view in front of them. "The ocean is pretty, isn't it?" Jungkook asked, turning back to the city.

"Ah, it is. But the man in front of me is definitely prettier." They laughed, turning away from the window and exploring what the hotel room had to offer. It was a curiosity that lied inside them, to discover every secret and mystery the room held within its closed walls.

A desire, almost.

And so, that's what they spent their time doing, exploring not only the hotel room but the entire hotel itself. They got lost in its treasures and history, scanning every floor in search of odd things or small indications that something was different. Every floor turned out to be different than the last.

It was exciting.

They were called to dinner around five-thirty. Their staff told them to dress nicely, formal attire was best. The pair searched through their bags of luggage, finding some nice button-up dress shirts and black blazers. Jungkook paired it with some black slacks and shoes, putting some silver accessories on to compliment it.

Taehyung was somewhat similar, pairing gold accessories instead of silver. Nonetheless, they fixed up the small things, readjusting their ties, and smoothing out the material of the blazer. When they all met out in the hallway, they bowed to the staff, smiling at them.

The staff looked at them with awe, seeing seven outstanding looking men who would surely grow to become more than famous. With that, the seven, plus their staff, walked to the elevators, heading down to the lobby just seven stories below them. The drive to the restaurant was long, longer than expected, but it gave them time to enjoy themselves.

"Mind me asking why we're in a limo?" Yoongi asked, looking at the driver. There was a small pause of silence that filled the area after the question was asked until he spoke up. "Bighit thought they'd treat you out and show you just how important you are to them," The driver said, glancing back for a second.

"But you didn't hear it from me."

The seven were shocked, smiles appearing on their faces as they drove down the streets filled with lights and people walking. They received several turns of the heads when the limo passed by some busy areas, finally stopping in front of a restaurant that looked very fancy.

The doors were pulled open for them, a glove covered hand extended for Namjoon to take. He took it, hesitantly, smiling at the man that stood before him. "Welcome to Australia," The man said, his accent thick and astonishing. Jimin loved the accent, apparently.

They got out of the limo, looking around. People had crowded around them, some with cameras, lights flashing in front of them. "BTS!" Someone shouted, voice deep and definitely male. They turned their heads, finding a fan off to the side, a poster in his hand with tears in his eyes. "I love you!"

Guards made way for the growing idols, the restaurant doors opening up for them. They were greeted by Bighit staff once more, led to a booth in the back, given menus, and left to talk. The staff pulled tables, grabbing chairs to make the table bigger so that they could sit too.

"Well gentlemen," Their manager spoke. "Tour begins tomorrow. You've prepared yourselves for this moment for months now. How are you feeling?" Jin looked at everyone before nodding, taking it in himself to answer for his family. "Definitely nervous," He said with a smile, "but excited."

"Remember boys, work hard and make your fans proud of you. It doesn't matter how much fame you receive, what matters is that you don't forget who put you up on the pedestal. Love your fans. Love your job. Do what you love to do: music. But most importantly," The manager said, raising his glass into the air.

"Have fun."

They took hold of their glasses, raising them into the air and clinking them together. "To us! BTS!" Jimin shouted, smiling, his eyes disappearing in the process. They followed behind him, laughing afterward. And so, the chatter began, filled with laughter and smiles.

Their food arrived fairly quickly, at least in their opinion. They ate, conversations continuing and stories being told. It wasn't until around seven-forty when they finished dinner, paying the bill, then returning to the limo they arrived in. More paparazzi had flooded the area by then, which meant more blinding camera flashes.

However, when they were finally back in the limo, they were expecting to be taken back to the hotel for a good night's rest. That wasn't exactly the case. The driver kept his mouth shut, driving them closer and closer towards the ocean, which really only meant one thing.

The beach.

Jungkook grew excited, eyes finding the ocean that seemed to be sparkling under the moonlight. Taehyung watched this was awe, finding it utterly adorable. The first time they traveled to Australia, they had spent an entire day at the beach just because of how much Jungkook loved it. He loved the sand, the heat, the water.

They stopped near the beach, doors opening up for them again. They were led onto the sandy beach, instructed to remove their shoes and leave them with the staff. They complied, happiness and excitement sparking within them like kids in a candy store. When their shoes were off, along with blazers, they ran, sand flying everywhere.

They ran directly towards the ocean, wind breezing through the hair, smiles on their faces. Most definitely like children in a candy store or a toy shop. Jungkook was the first to make it to the ocean, pulling his pants up a bit, rolling them so they wouldn't fall down, and standing in the water.

It was cool, but not to the point where it sent shivers down his spine. It was a nice temperature, sitting in the middle of cold and hot. He extended his arms, his shirt moving in the wind that hit his face, carrying the smell of the water directly in front of him.

This was the life he was living, one where he got paid to tour the world with his friends which he called family. One where he was able to pursue his hobby and call it his job. This was his life, one that had completely flipped around from the one he had two years ago.

Taehyung wrapped his arms around the younger's waist, looking out at the ocean that did in fact sparkle under the moonlight. The pair smiled, hearing their friends cheer, shriek, scream, yell, and make whatever noise they could in the back. This was their life.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Taehyung asked breathlessly, almost like he did back in the hotel room, simply with a different word. This time, Jungkook turned back to look at Taehyung, his eyes sparkling with so much love, adoration, affection, and so much more. He smiled, big and bright, eyes turning glossy as he nodded.

"Yeah," He whispered, "It sure is."

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We're drawing closer to the end, but it'll be a sweet one, don't worry.

To their tour!

I purple you 💜

~Pisanthrophobia.