Last Lesson

Our Utopia

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THEIR eyes met the moment the note that hit the very sky left Jungkook's throat. 

Tears, of pride and love, streamed down Yoona's face, her bottom lip quivering into a bright smile.

Mind blank, soul full, heart overflowing.

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The brief recess right after Jungkook's performance had many fans coming up with theories for the Korean words that Jungkook spoke before singing, but she paid attention to neither of those.

Yoona left the crowd the minute the lights dimmed and ran through the hallway leading to the backstage, her eyes blinded with the tears, her smile muscles refusing to stop working their charm on her face.

She might have pushed a few security guards aside and caused a few minor injuries but did she care? Absolutely not.

Her legs finally stopped when she reached the section of the backstage where the idols were getting refreshments and burst through the door.

The impact of her loud entrance had a few makeup artists and spot boys stumbling on the silliest of things - earrings, for example.

Had it not been for the overwhelming intensity of her tears and love, she would have burst out in laughter at the reaction of the boys.

Seokjin was holding his bottle of water in midair, unaware of the water it dripped on his crotch.

Namjoon had broken a makeup brush by a simple jerk he had given as a reaction action to Yoona's loud bang.

Taehyung had spat out the carrot he was chewing on.

Hoseok had choked on the carrot he was chewing on.

Jimin had tripped and fallen, flat on his face because of a fallen earring.

Yoongi had the widest smile of the century and exclaimed a hearty, "Hey, sister!"

But it was his own reaction that she craved to see the most.

No, scratch that. It was his entire being that she wanted to witness, despite her wrecked state (disheveled hair, smudged lipstick, soiled jeans, untucked shirt, draping bag at the shoulder and a face caked with a big gummy smile, tears and probably some snot) giving a lot of the Korean perfectionists present in the room (ze makeup artists) a migraine.

And there he was, standing in the corner of the room, being dabbed with a towel on the face by an employee of the company, his eyes rounder than ever and in perfect circles that not even a compass could achieve and his jaw slackened into the most hilarious, yet surreal and adoring look that Yoona had ever beheld.

In five massive strides that would have put Hoseok's airport form to shame, she reached to the corner of the room where he stood rooted to the ground, pushed the woman aside and united her lips with his own.

And damn, did she miss the feeling of those cheeky little things against her own.

If it were physically possible, Jungkook's eyes nearly shot up to his brain, the very essence of the scene making him question whether all this was just a dream. And if it was, the cruelest dream it was.
 

But he pressed his lips back onto hers and found that they were real, they were kissing for real and he closed his eyes, basking in the bliss of the moment.

"Oh, don't mind us - crying in the background right now," sniffed a proud Seokjin, his inner Cupid finally at peace with the world.

"My eyes! My eyes! My motherfucking eyes!" Hoseok exclaimed, scrambling around for a towel, handkerchief, makeup wipe, anything to cover his face and found a stray Yeontan lying on the floor, watching the events with innocent curiosity. 

He picked up the dog and held it up to his eyes. Taehyung would kill him, but his eyes had been blessed with enough intensely passionate scenes to care.

"This is too good to be true - Yoona's the pants in this relationship? Oh well, guess the author just loves a submissive Jungkook," Namjoon concluded, using his hands to cover the eyes of a still-fallen Jimin.

"Why the fuck you covering my eyes, bitch? I do that to my own girlfriend!"

"Finally! Fucking finally! My torture and pain have finally paid off - look at the two, aren't they adorable?" Taehyung cried, rubbing his nose on the sleeve of his shimmering jacket.

Yoongi was, however, in an existential crisis.

"So, I got my sister a contract and she hated her student and her student hated her, but look at that now, they are making out - what an ending. Where is my innocent sister who believed that the stork delivered babies to mothers? Where is that naïve little pumpkin who gave me all her savings and wanted me to bring back Eminem as a payback present? Where is-" Yoongi stopped, falling into Seokjin's sobbing form.

They pulled apart, their eyes for none except their own - a naughty smile etched on both faces. Until ...

"Kiss my sister, will you? Taunt her pure lips with your stupid lip-gloss, will you? Jeon fucking Jungkook, you're as good as dead meat, you insolent, idiotic idol."

"Oh crap," mumbled Yoona nervously, giving Jungkook a quick look while entwining her hands in his.

"Naruto-style, then?" He suggested.

"You're on," she said and all hell broke lose then.

Jungkook almost tripped on Jimin's still-fallen form, and managed to grab a face mask and jacket. Yoona grabbed a beanie and jammed it onto his red head.

And in Naruto style, they did run.

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While running, Jungkook felt the sudden urge to ask a cheeky question.

"Am I your oppa now?"

Yoona gave him a pointed look.

"We're being chased by a madman who's my brother hell bent on exterminating you and that's what you ask?"

Jungkook nodded vigorously, while they turned a fork in the hallway and entered the section of the toilets.

"Oh, come on! Maits took nearly two years to reach here and you're going to the readers and me unanswered?"

"No, I won't."

Jungkook's face lit up while they found a suitable place to hide - the janitor's closet.

"Really? You're going to call me oppa?"

"No, you're not my oppa. You're my jagi."

Jungkook nearly choked on this new piece of information.

"What the fuck? Does that mean I have to call you oppa?"

Yoona gave a devilish smile.

"Oh, yes. You do," she said, as a dominating glare followed her words gaining a hasty nod from her - she nearly danced as she realized that it was true - boyfriend.

"So, what is the plan, oppa?" Jungkook spat, his tone puking sarcasm.

"We wait," Yoona said simply and sat herself down next to a mildew covered mop.

"Okay," Jungkook agreed, and sat himself down too, right opposite to her.

They sat in blessed silence, looking at each other with inerasable smiles.

Then, she broke it with her cackles.

The cackling laughter he adored.

He joined her in, his toothy smile on full display.

The toothy smile she adored.

He stopped after a good few minutes to catch his breath, exhausted as he was from singing and running.

"Did it reach you, love?" 

It felt so odd calling her that, yet it fitted her so perfectly, for she was his love.

She smiled, her beautiful gums the ornaments to her already charming smile.

"Of course it did, jagi."

Jungkook smiled at the response and scooched closer to her.

"Really? That's all you have to say?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, come on! Tell me your proper response to it!"

Her grin, radiant than ever, dazzled him so much that he almost missed her singing.

"When I'm with you, I'm in Utopia."

Like the torrents of unceasing rain, laughter left their lips and and hands wrapped around their own, fitting each other's like the perfect puzzle piece. 

"Here you are, laughing and singing and cackling and flirting while I chased you like a possessed demon."

If words could make one freeze, Min Yoongi's seething voice was more than enough to dry freeze a thousand battalions.

And for the next half hour, the two lovebirds endured a earful from the usually silent member of the chaotic band while the other members sighed in the background at the relief of having found the two safe and sound and in the same location.

"Look at the two," Seokjin cooed, as he nudged Taehyung towards the direction of Yoona and Jungkook.

They weren't paying slightest attention to Yoongi's words of discipline and "keeping your hands and mouths to yourself". Their hands were still in an embrace and they kept exchanging sneaky smiles like school-going children.

"Ah, we can't really do anything about it, can we?" Taehyung mused, his lips drawn into an alluring rectangular smile.

"In the presence of each other, they found their utopia."

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Head over to the next chapter for my sappy rendition of a thank you note ❤️

~maits.

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