Mouthful of Forevers

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yoongi’s eyes narrow. “can’t say i recall who you are,” he tells her. “shame. you look like you’re ready to have a very enlightening conversation.” her face darkens—she clearly doesn’t like the humour—and oh, let’s go help,” says jimin, already tugging jeongguk over, and jeongguk sputters, trying to dig his heels into the ground, but jimin is strong and manages to drag jeongguk all the way over as yoongi struggles with bringing the box up the drive and into the house. “hello! we couldn’t help but overhear your predicament. do either of you gentlemen need a hand?” he finds yoongi near a fountain beside the hotel, sitting at a little table with a book. jeongguk calls his name, waiting to get yoongi’s attention before he waves with both hands, beaming wide—and it’s strange. it’s strange to think that only two months ago, he was still living a miserable life. now, it’s different. now—it’s happy. because of yoongi.

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i want you however you want to be mine,” says yoongi. “tell me you need me to stay, and i will. give me an excuse, jeongguk-ah. give me an excuse to live.” it’s not quite the confession that jeongguk wants, he’s sure—or the one that yoongi wants to give. but it’s as honest as he can imagine being, as vulnerable and open and raw. there is more than one way to say he loves jeongguk, and this is it—this is it. this is yoongi choosing. jeongguk’s lips twitch into a grin, almost against his will. “aw, hyung,” he begins, making his way over to the table, and yoongi already groans, getting up from the table and dodging jeongguk’s outstretched arms. “that’s so cute! you care about me.” then it’s this: jeongguk goes to rehearsals. he meets ghosts. he writes a contract, because he doesn’t know what making yoongi pretty will entail—he mentions having to go away after the sword is pulled, and maybe that means he’ll have business to attend to somewhere else. maybe it means he’ll have to give the sword to someone else, another goblin who will be punished the same way he was. so jeongguk writes a contract, detailing everything yoongi must agree to after the sword is pulled.yoongi’s eyebrows furrow. it’s not seokjin, but it is a ghost. he knows, the way he knows that he himself is a goblin, that jeongguk is his bride. it’s a woman who stands in the middle of the alley twenty feet away, illuminated by the moon and nothing more. Just like her words in the collection’s titular poem, “Mouthful of Forevers”, suggest, von Radics ultimately writes to heal, both herself and others. It’s a collection of broken hearts and spirits that may have no business becoming whole, but which manage to stumble through knitting themselves together nonetheless. And through her words, she helps others do the same. and it’s—nice. for once, they actually just talk. jeongguk doesn’t learn so much about yoongi’s life and his past so much as he does about how yoongi acts, and what he looks like he’s trying not to smile, and how easy it is to make him roll his eyes at something jeongguk does. and all of it makes jeongguk fond fond fond, finding himself hoping and wishing and wanting to be the stupid bride, because maybe he wouldn’t mind being with yoongi, even if he’s probably a thousand years old. ah, jeonggukkie, it’s too bad you couldn’t be my love interest.” the words should make jeongguk blush, probably—jimin is funny and attractive and wonderful, and a few weeks ago, he would have jumped at the chance to even pretend. but the past few weeks of knowing jimin and working together for the play they’ve been cast in has shown him that jimin is just a great friend. this is a fic based off of the k-drama goblin! i think it should be okay if you haven't watched it because i tried to explain things, but please ask me if you have questions sdfdkj and please read the tags! i've tagged major character death in little tags because it's not a definite death, but it does happen so please be aware.

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the room is cast into darkness again, and jeongguk just sits there for a second and lets himself smell the smoke. sometimes it’s easier like this—in darkness, he can pretend. he can pretend he’s not some korean kid in the middle of new york city, trying to make it big on broadway with a few years of drama school under his belt and a whole lot of passion. Punish the man who hurt me,” Salome ends the poem Salome, Redux, and Mouthful of Forevers is at its heart a collection about exactly that – the rebellion and fight of girls and women. That’s what von Radics’ poetry is about – it is no coincidence that her poetry references women of the past and present, ones whose names are well known and those whose have been forgotten, aside from – of course – her own self. he can tell taehyung is glowering at him, but yoongi just smirks as he continues cooking. after a moment, he adds, “go bother namjoon.” but—” jeongguk sniffs, and the tears fall and fall—“but i’ll suffer. if he dies, then… neither of us gets what we want.” what they want—jeongguk wants to be with yoongi. but suddenly, he realizes that maybe yoongi doesn’t want to be with jeongguk. that yoongi just wants to end his suffering. he knows, of course, what will happen when jeongguk pulls out the sword, and he’s allowing it to happen. he’s allowing all of that pain and suffering to happen to jeongguk, just so he doesn’t have to be here anymore. jeongguk-ah,” yoongi repeats, and he gives a little sigh—tilts his head until he can rest his forehead against jeongguk’s, breathing in the same air. breathing in the same everything. “i don’t want another bride. i want you.”are you a ghost?” asks jeongguk, grabbing the little knife on the side of the table and pausing to peer up at the man. it’s hard to tell—ghosts and humans look the same, and the only way to know for sure is if other people can see them. considering jeongguk is the only one here, he’ll have to ask. jeongguk turns around. if he thinks about it—there are too many reasons why his wishes should be granted. most of them are ones he doesn’t like to think about, preferring to look on the positive side when it comes to all of the terrible things in his life. but just this once, he can indulge. “i’m spending my birthday alone,” says jeongguk quietly, nodding toward the other half of the cake, “because i don’t have anyone. i don’t know what happened to my dad, and my mom died when i was a kid. i was raised by a terrible aunt and worked my way through theatre school. i spent the last of my money to get here, and i don’t even know if it’s paid off. i want to—” he stops. there’s a frown on his lips now, and he turns around to look down into the sink rather than at yoongi. he’s a stranger, a ghost—what does he care, anyway? we don’t talk about that,” says namjoon. he crosses his arms. “but yeah—he gave something to taehyung, too. what’s he doing going around and giving everyone gifts?” yoongi scoffs, cheeks colouring—even if it’s the truth. he tried so hard not to seem affected by anything jeongguk did, but it crept up on him anyway. maybe he just wasn’t used to feeling this sort of love: the kind that shakes him from the inside out, that squeezes and squeezes at his heart until he’s not sure if it’s from pleasure or pain. the kind that makes him want to stay.

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i’m being a good boyfriend,” counters jeongguk, “by making you step out of your comfort zone a little. you always look so put together and like you have all the answers, so it’s kind of satisfying to find something you can’t do.” everything is perfect,” sighs jeongguk as yoongi sets him down, clutching the flowers to his chest. “you really are the best goblin, hyung. you granted all of the wishes and then some.” he’ll die,” says namjoon. “that was always the point of this. the goblin’s bride can pull out the sword, and the goblin will no longer be enslaved to this world. he won’t have to suffer anymore.”yoongi scoffs as jeongguk begins to drag him down the street toward what he hopes is a maple syrup shop. surely they have those just hanging around here. “i didn’t say we were staying.” namjoon-hyung isn’t fun to bother,” huffs taehyung. “also—hyung, i think the food is burning.” yoongi’s eyebrows furrow as he turns to look at the pot he’s turning, frowning as he looks down at it. it doesn’t look burnt and it certainly doesn’t smell it, but taehyung points toward it anyway. “it’s smoking.” you need more than passion, kid, one casting director had told him last year, when he’d called to ask why he hadn’t gotten the part he auditioned for. you need talent, too, and drive. i guess you just don’t have what it takes. he’d cried after that, sitting in this shitty little apartment with his shitty little life. he regrets it sometimes, but there’s nothing he can do about it now.

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you know this is a bad idea, right?” asks namjoon a week later, when yoongi is waiting for jeongguk to get home from rehearsals. “you’re messing with a lot of stuff. jeongguk already almost died once, and it’s just going to get worse the more you put off pulling out the sword.” if you’re up there, mom,” he begins quietly, whispering into the silence and darkness of his tiny kitchen, “i want you to know that it’s a good birthday, even without you. and i want to thank you for looking out for me this past year, even if things didn’t really turn out how i wanted. and—” jeongguk pauses. his mother can’t grant wishes. his mother—might not even be able to hear him, although he knows that spirits are more real than some might believe. he saw his mother as a ghost once, when she’d died. this time, yoongi does react—he lets out a sputter, almost choking on his own spit as jeongguk grins at him. “pardon?” he asks. jeongguk keeps sulking—can’t help it. he’s confused, especially since yoongi keeps telling him that he’s not the bride even though ghosts have been telling him otherwise his entire life, not to mention the stupid birthmark and the missing soul shit. as much as he’s happy to now have at least a few of his wishes granted—he’s been cast in a leading role in a new broadway play, which is sure to give him more money than he has now—the rest of it is overwhelming.i already told you that i’m not a ghost,” says yoongi, and jeongguk narrows his eyes. whatever yoongi is, he needs to learn better manners—he just showed up in jeongguk’s apartment first and now he’s here, eating cereal in the middle of the park. at the same time, jeongguk is already finding it strangely endearing. you said you needed one for your opening night,” says yoongi, but the way he says it is. sad. everything he says is sad, everything he does—he’s suffered so much, jeongguk thinks. it’s good to end it. “so this is my gift to you. you’ll look—beautiful.”