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track ₀₁ - ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟʏ_ɴᴜᴍʙ.ᴍᴘ₃

❝ RELAX, I'LL NEED SOME INFORMATION
FIRST — JUST THE BASIC FACTS —
CAN YOU SHOW ME WHERE IT HURTS ? ❞

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♪  — ﹝   COMFORTABLY_NUMB.MP3  ﹞

jeongguk doesn't have his seatbelt on, and he's waiting for how long it'll take for namjoon to notice.

out of the seven, namjoon's the most adamant about safety violations. one time taehyung had unbuckled his seatbelt for two seconds while he was driving, and the entire car was subjected to namjoon's hour long tirade about how dangerous it is and exactly how many bones he would break if they were to get in a crash and how much they would have to pay in fines if a cop pulled them over. taehyung's asleep now, curled up against the window in the backseat. seokjin's head is on his shoulder, but he's awake, looking out the window with dull eyes. 

jimin called shotgun earlier that day, so he's the one in the passenger seat, bopping his head to the fifth pink floyd album that he had stored in the glove compartment. it's his van, after all, so jeongguk supposes he can't complain.

yoongi's squirming on hoseok's lap in the seat next to jeongguk's, his oversized puffy jacket covering most of his body, but it's pretty clear what the two of them were doing. hoseok's pressing kisses into his neck, yoongi whimpering softly in response. jeongguk turns his head away quickly.

they've been on the road for three days now. as soon as jeongguk mentioned that he and taehyung were on winter break, jimin had immediately proposed a vacation, to god knows where, for god knows how long. it had been sudden, spontaneous, impulsive, like most of jimin's decisions were. seokjin said he was always going to quit that stupid job of his anyway, and did, and then they piled into jimin's van with his severance pay and namjoon's uncle's life insurance checks and just ... went.

jeongguk's pretty sure taehyung didn't even tell his parents. jeongguk's parents don't really care what he does, as long as he's out of the house.

they've stopped at approximately six family-owned diners and four 7-11s so far, not that jeongguk's counting. hoseok ate all the beef jerky a couple of hours ago and settled for having yoongi 'sit' on him for the rest of the day.

it's not that they didn't have seven seats — it's that yoongi always complained about how crowded it was in the backseat, especially because he's the smallest one. so he chose instead to convince anyone willing to let him on them until their legs went numb and they shoved him onto the next guy that wanted him.

jeongguk remembered the first night when he tried that, whispering dirty things in seokjin's ear until he heard seokjin's voice calling out for lube. jimin had tossed it at the pair and laughed, and so did the others. jeongguk was the only one blushing deeply at yoongi's choked moans, seokjin's breath hitching in the backseat.

jeongguk's only had yoongi in his lap to sleep before. he hasn't fucked him yet. he hasn't fucked anyone for that matter, because he's the baby of the group and he needs to be mature before we do things to him, taint his virgin mind, etc., etc. jeongguk's tired of hearing the same rhetoric and being patronized but he understands it nonetheless. he's known some of them since he was a little kid. it's gonna be a while 'til they see him as anything but.

"i gotta stop for gas soon," namjoon calls out. "who wants to drive next?"

"i'll drive," jin says, his voice raspy enough to indicate sleep, or an attempt at it. "tae's sleeping and you never look out for the potholes."

namjoon makes an indignant noise, then launches into another monologue about how he's the only one who passed his driving test without a single mark off and that he cares so deeply for everyone's safety just as he drives into another pothole. the car jolts and taehyung moans awake the same time yoongi cries out. jeongguk watches a smile curve on hoseok's face.

jeongguk focuses very intently on the back of the driver's seat, noting how well done the stitching is.

they all tumble out of the car when namjoon parks for gas, jeongguk stretching out his back and hearing the satisfying cracks follow.

"nasty," hoseok mumbles. jeongguk shoots him a smile and cracks his neck loudly, revelling in the disgusted face his hyung makes afterward.

he doesn't notice yoongi next to him until yoongi's slipped his hand in jeongguk's. he turns to meet yoongi's half lids, his cheeks flushed lightly and lithe body drowning in his jacket. "bathroom?" he says quietly, and jeongguk nods, leading him into the 7-11.

he sees taehyung grabbing oreo cookie packs at random, joon telling him it's not his uncle's life insurance that he's spending right now, and jimin bent over the ice cream cooler, holding up bars and cones to jin's face for inspection. the gas station cashier points helpfully to the bathroom when jeongguk asks, leaning his back against the door when yoongi enters.

"guk!" taehyung shouts across the store, little respect for the other buyers, "do you wanna slushie or something else?"

"milk," jeongguk responds. "chocolate if they have any."

"'kay!"

jeongguk observes with little thought the tourist-y items they have posted near the bathrooms, postcards and keychains of a city jeongguk doesn't recognize. still, he had been wanting to keep mementos of his trip at every stop they make.

jeongguk's fingers itch in his pockets. god, it'd be so easy to just take it. no one's looking. yoongi's in the bathroom. stealing's a nasty little habit that jeongguk could never get rid of, even if he tried. and he did. but there's a nagging feeling whenever he's in places like these, with items so small it doesn't even matter, when he knows he can get away with it.

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TRACK ₀₁ — ﹝ STEAL_THE_KEYCHAIN.mp3 ﹞
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TRACK ₀₂ — ﹝ DO_NOT_STEAL.mp3 ﹞