perhaps , although his main reason for dumping the rapper into the water was that his time had come , another was because of the teeth that dug deeper into his skin , a slight twinge of pain rushing through his body but he had shrugged it off , laughter shaking his body even as yoongi practically slipped from his arms , into the initially cold waters , ripples moving outwards from where he had been dunked. the otherwise calm waters had been disrupted once more when he , himself , had dove right in to steady his hyung , worry that he might not be able to keep himself upright pushing past the amusement that had shone right through his doe eyes.Â
      though , honestly , he supposes surprise is imminent on both of their expressions right now : jeongguk didnât really expect yoongi to leave such an indent in his skin from his teeth , if anything. he mustâve really not wanted to be dunked in , the maknae muses , an impish grin curling on his lips.Â
      silence befalls them , almost tense and shaky , when browns clash and meet ; yoongi looks much like the girl from the ring : sadako yamamura , a striking resemblance , really. it causes jeongguk to waddle backwards a few steps , the echoing of his own words coming back to bite him in the ass.Â
      in this moment , jeongguk fully believes the words his hyung murmurs to him.
      a rather unattractive yelp escapes his lips when the elder practically tosses himself at the maknae in the water , arms outstretched and the look in his eyes screaming death towards jeongguk. the younger of the two giggles nervously , waddling backwards and almost stumbling in the water , his foot slipping. â wha â hyung ! â at this point , heâs laughing again but this time , itâs tinged with a hint of mercy , to let him off easy. his body leans against yoongiâs smaller frame this time , head squished against the elderâs side as arms wind themselves around his neck , his own hands coming up to pull at yoongiâs slightly ( less than his own ) toned arms with a bit of a struggle. â ah , whyyy ? leggo , hyung , please â ! âÂ
      even in deathâs face , jeon jeongguk laughs , slumping in his hyungâs clutch , wide eyes turning to stare at him with a twinkle in his eyes. he takes in the way the elderâs hair droops over the paleness of his features and how he looks extremely irritated , causing a snort to escape jeongguk.Â
      & when he seems to have given completely up , an arm ( free from captivity ) snakes underwater to loop around yoongiâs waist , the other arm following suit and wrapping itself around the front only to attempt to lift his hyung up in the sloshing water , wriggling wildly while his fingers dig into the otherâs skin , moving in a way to tickle the elder.Â
âyou deserve it, you little brat--,â yoongi huffs with audible exertion to his voice, wheezing just the tiniest bit when a splash of water hits his nostrils, causing him to inhale some of the chlorine water. it leaves him with an uncomfortable burning sensation -- but as heâs already uncomfortable all over: wet, still in clothes, forcefully pulled out from the gentle lull of the past sleep that was still lingering in the corners of his eyes before he hit the water, it doesnât really matter. âshush it and take it like a man!â and the way he exclaims it is a bit like a warcry, a new wave of strength pushed into trying to overbalance jeongguk in the water.
which isnât easy. the smaller, weaker body will always lose the strength battle, and yoongi knows it, but it doesnât mean he wants to just give up. heâs never been a quitter.
so he tries, and shifts, and flexes the muscles that he managed to somehow, miraculously, develop in his arms and upper back, and the pained cry of jeonggukâs voice is satisfying, urging yoongi to go on and on. he can almost taste the victory on the tip of his tongue, almost, just a little more--
the one thing that yoongi desperately tries to hide from the whole world, is how sensitive he is. not in the emotional sense (although that is true to some extent, too) -- but the physical one. there was a point in his life when he thought there was something wrong with him, with his skin or his body, or his mind maybe, something in the dna.
he was just so vulnerable to the touch. not just any touch -- he could deal with a lot. he could take being punched or tripped, grabbed and pulled. but when it was light, when it was gentle -- when it was done with a purpose to tease the receptors just underneath his skin -- that was when it became problematic.
back in the day, when yoongiâs very first girlfriend so eagerly tried to hold his hand, her lithe fingers circling around the thin skin of his wrist and slipping over the palm of his hand in the gentlest of touches, he freaked out. jumped and twitched, feeling like a thousand of ants crawled up the inside of his arm. it didnât look good -- they broke up even before yoongi managed to steal the second kiss, the poor girl not liking the idea that his boyfriend was apparently appalled at the idea of holding hands.
throughout the years, he managed to learn how to control it, even enjoy it -- he finds comfort in the tiny tingles that come from gentle caresses, in digits playing with his hair and scalp, in nails scratching his back. even (or especially) fingers that hook into his, seeking the comfort of hand-holding. (that first girlfriend would probably be proud, if she saw him now.)
but then -- then it all also came with significant downsides, like when someone tries to use the sensitivity against him.
like the snake also known as jeon jeongguk.
when the fingers wiggle into his sides, yoongi nearly instantly doubles over, paralyzed by the shivers running all over his small body; he trashes a bit, losing all the strength and letting go of jeongguk in the favor of desperately trying to get away from him. itâs not very successful, and in the chaos of trying to yell at him, laugh, call for help and stop, and physically move away, he ends up inhaling way too much water to be either pleasant or safe, the liquid drowning him on the inside, like when you take a sip of a strong alcohol in a wrong way. it chokes and burns and yoongi tries to throw his head back, as away from the water as possible, while reaching blindly for jeongguk -- any part of him -- to hold onto something stable. when he gets a hold of his upper arm, he holds so tightly that heâs sure the teeth marks are not the only ones heâs going to leave the pool with.
âwhy do you--,â he wheezes, coughing some and desperately trying to take a deep breath of air. all the while, heâs watching jeongguk warily, though this time through foggy eyes, not sure if itâs the water or tears in them, burning like theyâre red, â--hate me?â