Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/11723373. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS Relationship: Jeon_Jungkook/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga Character: Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Kim_Taehyung |_V, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Park_Jimin_(BTS) Additional Tags: Slice_of_Life, Slow_Romance, Slow_Build, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, Minor Character_Death, Fluff, Angst, Explicit_Smut_(eventual), Top_Yoongi, Bottom_Jungkook, Switching, yoongi_is_a_writer, Jin_is_his_ex-roommate, Namjoon_is_his_editor, Maknae-line_are_in_high_school, Hoseok_is_their P.E._teacher, yoonkook, Sugakookie, Writer_AU Stats: Published: 2017-07-23 Updated: 2017-09-02 Chapters: 6/? Words: 12057 ****** Written Desire ****** by Infiniteanxiety Summary After recently moving into his grandmother’s house in the countryside, Yoongi is bored with everything despite his success as a novelist. That is, until one day, a young boy with a stray cat appears at his doorstep… Or, Yoongi wants to help Jungkook the way no one ever did for him when he needed it the most. ***** Expression *****   August 15th, 6:43 pm.     A normal afternoon.     “What did I tell just you, Yoongi… Even if I did go to the country, you still can’t write anything and I won’t be able to edit anything either.”     How annoying.     “Being so carefree all day.... You know what? Lets meet up this weekend. Give me some time to think.” With a click, the other end of the line went silent.     That bastard Namjoon, saying that we are friends… what a liar.         A story that was written carelessly when Yoongi was a student, actually became his career. Some people even criticized him saying that he used the advances of his father, a famous author, to sell his books. But what does it even matter? They can write shit about him all they want. He can write and sell, and that’s enough.   After Yoongi’s first story got published, his life changed completely. His life before wasn’t the most exciting, but he went out and did things. He met new people, socialized. Now it’s just boredom.   “hmmm… I don’t want to do anything.” Yoongi let out a low groan and leaned back on his chair.     Namjoon is right, I really am too carefree…     With that thought he popped up from his chair and started walking towards the front yard for some fresh air.       Just to relieve the boredom and stress of everyday life, Yoongi moved to the country. But nothing changed. If anything, things had just gotten more dull.                 “Ahjussi…..”   Yoongi froze in his steps at the sound of an unfamiliar voice.   “Are you the owner of this house?”   Yoongi stared outside with wide eyes. Before him stood a boy with a cat cradled in his arms. He looked like a kid but his voice was surprisingly deep. And did the brat just call him ahjussi…? He decided to let it slide…   “What are you doing here,…kid.”   For what seemed like a good minute, they stared at each other, intensely. Until the boy finally spoke.   “This cat, I wanna take care of it.” Yoongi just stood there for a moment, trying to process the words of the boy standing in front of him. His eyes traveled down to the cat that was purring in the younger's embrace.    “And I’m not a kid.”    Yoongi wanted to laugh at the boy’s pathetic remark, because he was sure the kid was pouting like a brat. But instead, he crossed his arms and said..   “And I’m not your Ahjussi.”   The boy just kept staring, his eyes narrowing, and Yoongi sighed. “What does it have to do with me, just take the cat home, it’s not mine.”   The boy finally stopped staring and looked down at the purring cat in his arms. “I thought no one lived here…” He said , voice soft and eyes apologetic.   Makes sense…Yoongi thought to himself. This house was originally his grandmother’s. She left it behind when she died two years ago. It was an old house, but spacious nonetheless. It was left unused until he moved in. The plants in the front garden kept on growing so the kids thought it was an abandoned house.   “Sorry, this is my house. If you want to raise that cat, try to convince your parents.” He said as he walked back inside the house.   “Can’t I just leave it here?” The boy said, voice sounding a little panicked.  Yoongi stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder.     What..?     “I can’t bring it home but if I don’t raise it, it'll die!”   “You want me to raise the cat?” Yoongi asked, perplexed.   “I’ll take care of it!” The boy practically whined.   Yoongi found himself sighing again, a habit that had formed along with his bitter personality. “Even if you don’t raise it, it'll probably be adopted by some kindhearted people anyways.”   The boy’s gaze lowered to the ground and his eyes seemed somehow empty. “No one wants it….no one.” He said with a tone of sadness in his voice. “I’ve watched it for a while now, it seems to get weaker and thinner every time I see it. I think it used to live here, it always ends up coming to this yard. That’s why…” the boy shifted awkwardly on his feet. “That’s why I followed it into…your yard.”   It stayed quiet for a while and Yoongi thought hard.   “If no one takes care of it, she’ll die.” Said the boy, again.   Yoongi looked up into his eyes.     What is….this expression? Using that kind of expression to stare at me…     Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek.     What is wrong with me…     “You will…take care of the cat, right?”   The boy looked surprised, eyes round and big, how could they be so big? “Yes!” He said with a firm voice.     So annoying.     “Then do whatever you want.” Yoongi walked back into the house.   “Th…thank you.” He could hear the boy mutter from underneath his breath.              -   What the hell was I thinking? Yoongi stared up at the ceiling, laying down on the ground.     That expression… I can’t get rid of it. How funny, I’m never this nice.     … weird.           - ***** Front Yard ***** Chapter Summary Yoongi crossed his arms, once again. Another one of his habits, formed by the misery of life. “I’m only twenty four, you know.” He said, very unamused. The boy seemed a little surprised. Did he really look that old? Chapter Notes So, this is my first story, ever! My writing really isn’t that great, but I hope it’ll improve during the continuation of this series. Also, English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical errors. I once read a book with a similar story line, this fic is loosely based on it. (Only the first few chapters, though.) The beginning is really similar, so sorry, no originality here. But, I'm moving in a different direction with this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story…   August 23rd, 5:38 pm.   “Min Yoongi…”   Yoongi walked out of the kitchen, carrying two hot mugs of coffee.   “You actually have hobby like this?”   Yoongi narrowed his eyes at the tall man standing in front of him. He was looking through the window, running a hand through his hair with what could only be described as an expression of pure evil.   “Namjoon, did you come here to get kicked in the ass?”   He turned around and adjusted his glasses. “Don’t be so scary, it was just a joke!”     Pure evil.     He handed the mug to Namjoon who had just sat down on the couch. The man sighed contently as he took a sip of the warming, bitter liquid.   Yoongi huffed silently as he glanced outside and saw the boy kneeling in front of his cat, just staring at it.    “Didn’t you say you’d come by next weekend?” Yoongi asked as he sat down on the opposite end of the couch besides Namjoon.   “Ah, yeah... There were some things I needed to take care of. I happened to be in the neighborhood so I stopped by.”   Namjoon was Yoongi’s editor. Even though he seemed to have some sort of twisted interest in making Yoongi suffer, he was actually pretty helpful. Despite being only twenty three, Namjoon was one of the best editors out there. He had always been smart.   “So, Yoongi… I knew you liked pretty things, but isn’t he a little young for you?”   Yoongi ignored the way he almost chocked on his drink and decided to ignore his sickening comment. Instead he dragged out a long sigh.   “It’s the cat, the brat raises it.”   Namjoon looked amused and raised his eyebrow. “That’s unusual, going as far as letting a stranger come inside your house. You don’t even like people.”   Yoongi crossed his arms. “Why do you care? I only let him borrow the front yard. I wouldn’t even see him if I didn’t go out.”   Namjoon’s lips curled upward. He walked towards the window and opened it.     I hate his smug face.     “Hello there!” He greeted the boy with a convincing smile.   The boy turned around, blank expression still present. “Ah,…hello.” He looked at the ground only to look back up again. “Do you also live here?”   “No, I’m actually this guy’s friend and colleague.” He pointed towards Yoongi’s direction.     He said it again…’friend’. As if.     Yoongi stood up and walked towards Namjoon. He looked at the boy who immediately locked gazes with him. His gaze was strong, as if he could look right through your soul. A gaze that seemed strangely familiar.   “Hello, ahjussi.”   Namjoon almost chocked on his own spit. “He’s calling you ahjussi.”     He looks way to happy about this.     Yoongi crossed his arms, once again. Another one of his habits, formed by the misery of life. “I’m only twenty four, you know.” He said, very unamused. The boy seemed a little surprised. Did he really look that old?   “Aren’t you thirsty? Want to come inside for a drink?” The taller man asked with, what seemed like, genuine concern. But the boy turned his attention back to the cat that was rolling around on the grass. “No thanks, I only borrow the yard.”   Namjoon closed the window and sat back down. “Not bad… so straight forward. Very interesting boy… How old is he? Fifteen? Sixteen?”     “Who knows?” Just a little brat.     Yoongi lid his cigarette and stared at the pair, rolling around in the grass. Was the kid even having fun?   “Still smoking I see? It’s a filthy habit, you know. You’ll die young.”   “I’m already rotting on the inside. Besides, what do you care?” Yoongi scoffed, still looking at the scene played in front of him.   “Ha!” Namjoon clapped his hands together with a smile. “I guess you’re right! A famous writer, dying at a young age. It makes for great publicity. I’d sell so many copies, I’d be rich.”   Yoongi chuckled at the thought…      -       That bastard, Namjoon. What was he thinking….   Yoongi was sitting behind his desk, trying to come up with a new concept for his next story. Scrunched up pieces of paper were piling up on the floor. Nothing seemed to work. His mind was too preoccupied, he just couldn’t focus.     How did it become like this?   “I want to raise this cat.”   “Can I borrow your front yard?”   Just because of that reason, I allowed a complete stranger to be outside my house…   There is also this weird feeling…   Is this why I….     “Che.” He clicked his tongue and took another long drag of his cigarette.     Forget it.     Yoongi annoyingly crushed out his cigarette, followed by a long sigh. He leaned back on his chair.   “No progress at all…”           “Wait, don’t go in there!” A loud voice ringed through the silence of the room. The boy was still there.   Yoongi took a look at the old clock hanging on the wall of his study. It was almost midnight.   He went outside.     “Hey, brat!”   No reply.   The boy just stared back at him, as usual. “I’m calling you, shouldn’t you reply back?”   “Sorry.” He finally replied, but the boy didn’t look like it at all.   “What’s your name?”   “Jungkook.” The boy said, attention back on the cat. “Jeon Jungkook, is my name.”   Yoongi put his hand behind his neck, scratching the surface. “Ah, really…?” He replied awkwardly. He didn’t know why…   His name formed on the younger boy's lips . “Min Yoongi...”     Yoongi flinched.   “Yoongi… hyung, can I call you that?”   How does he know my name?   “Ah, sure, you can call me hyung… How did you know my name?”   At least he doesn’t call me ahjussi…   The boy stared inside Yoongi's study, through the window. “There are lots of books on the bookshelf. Are you a writer?”   Ah, it’s because of that. He must have seen my name on the covers.   “Yes.”       Jungkook looked a little more at ease, he didn’t stare anymore. Maybe all it took was a little conversation.   “Ah, right.” Yoongi said, lighting another cigarette. “It’s late, almost midnight. Don’t you have school or something?”   “No, summer break…” He replied, attention back on the cat. He gently squeezed the cat's soft paws as it laid on it's back. The cat didn't seemed to mind.   Ah, that’s right…   “You can use the yard however you like, but isn’t your family worried? If your family disagrees, then I don’t want you playing around here. I don’t want any trouble with your parents.”   “That won’t be a problem.” Suddenly, Jungkook’s eyes seemed even more lifeless than before. “They don’t care…”.   “Hmm? Did they die?” That might have been too harsh.Yoongi wasn’t good with people.   “No.” Jungkook continued. “But they might as well be death… My dad is always gone. He barely comes home, because of his business. My mom… “ His voice cracked a little. “She is at the hospital because of her illness. So it’s just me… Even if she was home, it wouldn't make a difference... She only cares about hyung.”   His brother…?       “Ah, wait!” Jungkook suddenly yelled. The cat jumped up on the porch and ran inside the living room. “Don't go inside, the house will get dirty!” The boy looked apologetic. "I'm sorry!" Then he ran after the cat.   It really didn’t bother Yoongi all that much. “Whatever, just leave it be. It’s already messy inside.”   And it really was. Yoongi hadn’t bothered with cleaning the house. It was too much work. He only used one room anyway.   “No!” Jungkook almost yelled. “You have to teach them manners or else it’ll happen again.” Jungkook grabbed the cat and walked back outside.     There it is again… That look, that expression…     This brat… does he really want to take care of the cat? Does he enjoy this?     Jungkook looked back at Yoongi who had been silent for a while. “Fine. Do whatever you want.” Yoongi said and went back inside.     I’m just going to leave that brat and the cat to play.   “Manners have to be taught first.”   Are teenagers even supposed to care about things like that?   I’ve never seen him smile either. Is he happy? Does he understand the meaning of happiness? Hell,...I don't even understand the meaning of happiness.   This kid… I wonder if he'll be able to smile when he grows older.     Yoongi stared outside the window as Jungkook grabbed his stuff, ready to go home.     Whatever…..What does it even have to do with me…           -         ***** Muse ***** Chapter Summary “A lonely writer falling in love with a young high school student.” Namjoon looked far into the distance, as if he could picture it. “He could be your innocent high school girl.” He looked back down at the older man, sitting in front of him. His eyebrows forming a suggestive shape on his forehead. Chapter Notes Up until this chapter I've only written from Yoongi's POV. From now on I will be switching between the two. So we'll get to know Jungkookie a little bit better! Also, I will try to release at least one chapter a week. So, I hope you'll enjoy this story!   September 16th, 5:03 pm.   “Change?”   Rays of sunshine gently brushed through the shear material of worn out curtains.   “Yes.” Namjoon continued. “Isn’t it time for you to stop acting all high and mighty? I know you want to write quality content, but look at your age.”   “Ha?” Yoongi replied, insulted. “I don’t act ‘high and mighty’.”   Namjoon turned his gaze to Yoongi and supported his weight by leaning his back against the wall. “You are young. There aren’t many good writers these days, let alone writers your age. So, instead of wasting your time, trying to come up with a good story that will boost your ego… Try writing something new.”   Suspicion grew in the back of his mind. Where is he going with this?   “If you follow this road, you’ll be even more famous… We will earn lots of money.”     ….     “You can use your past experiences.”     What is he getting at?     “How about writing romance stories?”     There it is…     “Most stories these days have boy-girl relationships. Use that as the main focus of your story, from a male point of view.”   Yoongi admits he saw it coming, but he couldn’t stop the look of distaste from washing over his face. “Are you sleep-talking?” He scoffed. “Me, writing romance novels?”   The corners of Namjoon’s mouth curled upwards. “why not?” He asked teasingly, already knowing the answer. Yoongi just clicked his tongue.   They heard a loud thud on the wall outside and looked up in surprise, only to find an indifferent teenager trying to play fetch with a cat. He threw rocks in all directions without paying any mind to his surroundings. Namjoon chuckled at the younger’s actions, Yoongi just sighed in annoyance.   “Why not use him as your muse?”     What…     “A lonely writer falling in love with a young high school student.” Namjoon looked far into the distance, as if he could picture it. “He could be your innocent high school girl.” He looked back down at the older man, sitting in front of him. His eyebrows forming a suggestive shape on his forehead.   “Hey, hey…. What are you saying?” Is this a joke?   Yoongi watched the younger man in anticipation, hoping that it was, indeed, a joke. But he only met with disappointment when the tall man in front of him darkened his gaze and said, “I think it’s a very good idea.”     He hates me, I can feel it in my gut… this guy.     “That unexplainable proclivity… and his problems at home. It could seriously make for an interesting read.” Namjoon shifted his weight from one of his legs to the other and crossed his arms. “Also, you’ve been single for a long time. Isn’t it about time you started dating someone?”   “What are you talking about?” It’s not like he was entirely wrong. Ever since he moved to the country, he hadn’t been seeing anyone. Simply because there wasn’t anyone interesting enough around. Back in Seoul he had encountered many different types of women. Mostly beautiful women, out for his money and success. But he didn’t mind, he knew what they wanted and they knew what he wanted. What they didn’t expect was for Yoongi to see through their little act and dump them the morning after. For him, it was just a meaningless one night stand.     Ahh, that’s right… I have a thing for older women.     Yoongi’s train of thoughts were interrupted. “I’ve heard that… the people who haven’t found happiness, often find it difficult to trace their desires.” Namjoon said, eyes growing even darker.   “That brat, what could I possibly desire?” Muse? Don’t make me laugh.   He looked at the boy who was now laying down on the ground, chest heaving up and down from exhaustion. He must have felt the older man’s eyes on him, because he was now sitting up and their gazes locked.     That expression… he keeps staring at me like that..   Why can’t I look away?     “Think about it, Yoongi.” He flinched, returning his gaze to his editor. “Even if the model is a teenage boy, it’s only a story. You think too much, just use your imagination. It’s simple, really.” With that, Namjoon grabbed his coat that was hanging from the chair besides him, and left the room.   Yoongi stared at the floor for a while.     Imagination, huh…?   Think simple….     Yoongi’s mind wandered back to Jungkook’s gaze. His round eyes, hiding so many emotions, so many scars. Scars so deep, no one would even notice them. Except for those who hide their own.     His muse…     Stupid.     I won’t write some shitty romance story.               -    “What the hell is this!!?”   The cat jumped from Jungkook’s hold at Yoongi’s sudden outburst from inside the house.   “I never said I would write it! Don’t decide things on your own!” Yoongi felt his muscles clench in frustration as he shouted through his phone. He took a deep breath and composed himself. “Namjoon, I never approved of this. There is no way that I’m writing this.”   Click,thuuud---   Yoongi threw the phone on the ground.     The bastard hung up on me.     Three weeks ago, Namjoon had proposed for Yoongi to write a love story about the boy that roamed around his yard. But how could Yoongi possibly write something like that? So he stayed silent in order to protest against his editor. He was labelled as a ‘cold’ and ‘distant’ author by the public. He even made the news. ‘Min Yoongi, the cold and intelligent author, challenging love romances.’   He knew Namjoon was a snake, but he never thought he’d trick him like this. After calling him his friend and all.     Friend, my ass.     Actually, thinking it through one more time, he should’ve expected it.     Romantic novels…     Stop joking!   Based on a brat, despite gender, despite the age difference…   What am I supposed to do with this?             Yoongi shuffled towards the porch and squatted down with a long sigh. He glanced towards his left and saw Jungkook sitting on the porch, scrolling through his phone.     This kid doesn’t talk much, what a difficult kid. He has no facial expressions either…     “Yah, brat.”   Jungkook didn’t react. “Che.” Yoongi clicked his tongue.   “Jungkook-ah.”   Jungkook looked up in his direction, eyes big.   “You…. Do you have someone you like?”   It was silent…. It stayed silent, for a while. Jungkook just looked at him in disapproval, his mouth agape and his brows furrowing. Yoongi looked away and sighed.   “Forget it.” What am I even asking?   He got up and slouched back into the darkness of his home while squeezing out a loud yawn.   Yoongi went inside his study and closed the door behind him. He looked around the room, not knowing where to start and decided to just lay down on the floor. He laid down on his back, arms spread, staring at the ceiling.     That’s right…   He didn’t say that I have to use 'this' kid.   It only has to be about the age difference. A high school girl.   High schoolers….     Yoongi’s eyes closed shut as he slowly fell into slumber. His last thoughts were that of eyes. Deep, round eyes, engulfing him.                           -   Jungkook scrolled through his phone, nothing peeked his interest so he put it back in the pocket of his black, skinny jeans. He stared at the space in front of him. The yard wasn’t big, but spacious enough. The cat had been rolling around on a patch of grass. There wasn’t a lot of healthy grass left in the garden. The ground mostly consisted of weeds and dirt. Jungkook had thought about this before, he wanted to get rid of the weeds, making it a nicer place for him and the cat to play around in. Maybe even plant some flowers, while he was at it. He wondered if Yoongi would mind…     Yoongi hyung…   Why would he ask something like that, all of a sudden?   He never speaks to me, even though I’ve been coming here for a month.     He knew the elder didn’t like to be bothered, so he kept to himself. He gets it, really… Jungkook didn’t like to be bothered either. Interaction just seemed like a hassle to him. People always seemed to misunderstand him, one way or another.   Jungkook looked up at the window that led to Yoongi’s study. The curtains were closed.     Silence     It seemed as if there wasn’t any life coming from within the room and Jungkook got curious.   He stood up from his spot and walked towards the entrance of the house. He peaked his head through the opening of the door and met with the sight of a long hallway. Curiosity had the better of him and he went inside. Slowly walking further inside the house. Soft steps halted to a stop when he found the kitchen. It was filthy. He found himself walking further down the hall, into the living room. It was a mess.   Jungkook had lived in an empty house for most of his years. He didn’t like cleaning, he didn’t like it at all. But it was worse to live in your own filth.     How can he live like this?     He looked around the room one more time and decided to go back outside. He walked out of the living room, back into the hallway. Making sure not to make too many sounds on his way out. He almost reached the porch, but then he stopped.   Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek and looked back over his shoulder.     I can’t just leave it like this….     He took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves and started working away the trash.       - ***** Conflict ***** Chapter Summary Jungkook looked hurt. “Yah, Yoongi… aren’t you being too harsh?” Seokjin looked at the boy in front of him, who was on the verge of tears. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes   Yoongi had woken up to the sound of chirping birds and an empty stomach. The room was glazed in orange as the sun was setting. He made his way to the kitchen, only to find a plate of sandwiches, neatly wrapped in plastic foil, on the kitchen table.     …What?     He looked around the room, it was clean. Everything was clean. Yoongi had just woken up, he wasn’t a morning person, even though it was eight o’clock in the evening. His vision was still blurry and his thoughts slurred.     Ah…It must have been the kid.     Yoongi scratched the back of his head as he yawned and sat down in front of the plate of food. He contemplated touching the food for a while, then he figured it wouldn’t hurt anyone to try. He took a bite of the sandwich and his eyes widened.     …This is pretty good.                 September 17th, 2:51 pm.     Yoongi had gone outside, only to find Jungkook in his signature spot.   “Jungkook-ah!”   Jungkook immediately flipped his head at the calling of his name. He looked up at the man, standing on the porch with, what seemed like, nervous twinkles in his eyes.   Yoongi put his hands in his pockets. “I’ve said it before, right? Other than the yard, you can’t go anywhere else. The house is off limits.” He looked down at the boy who was sitting on his knees.   “I’m sorry.” Jungkook looked down, staring at his hands that were placed on his upper thighs. He grabbed the fabric of his jeans, and tightened his grip a little.   He seemed sad and Yoongi didn’t like it. The man searched for words to make him feel better. The kid did just clean his house and made him dinner for free.   “That thing,….thanks.” Yoongi awkwardly looked to his left as he ruffled his hand through his own hair.   “Hhm?”     He doesn’t get it…     “Your sandwiches, they were nice. Thanks.”   Jungkook snapped his head back up and stared in surprise.   “But, I had to remove the tomato… I didn’t like it. So…next time, don’t add it, okay?”   Jungkook looked back down as his eyes grew soft. “Okay.” The corners of his lips pulled up, towards flushed cheeks.   Yoongi blinked.     Just now, he……   Was he smiling?     Yoongi had never seen him smile.   “Yoongi hyung.” Jungkook’s face went back to normal. No apparent emotion, whatsoever. “What?” He replied, a little disappointed at the younger's change of expression. “I think you need to go take a shower. You’ve been wearing the same clothes for three days.”   Yoongi looked at him with a straight face, then looked down at himself. He was right.   “I know! Shut up!”     This brat….               - After taking a long shower, as instructed by Jungkook, Yoongi sat down at his desk. He stared down at the empty paper in front of him.     Still nothing.     He rotated his pen between his fingers and rested his chin on the palm of his other hand. Every time Yoongi looked through the window, he’d steal glimpses of the young boy, running around in his yard. It had become a habit. It made him relax somehow, not feeling the pressure of writing. Jungkook would do things normal people, probably, wouldn’t even think of doing and it made him chuckle at the sight.   Yoongi stared at the way Jungkook would gently play with the cat, it seemed to like him. His thoughts wandered back to his smile. The way his eyes crinkled just a little bit around the corners, how his lips parted just enough to show his front teeth. And then his blush… how his cheeks flushed the softest pink.   Yoongi felt warm, he could feel his heart pumping a steady beat through his veins.     This feeling…     He jumped in realisation, and dropped his pen.     A feeling of bliss!     Before the pen could roll off of the edge of his desk, he grabbed it with a swift movement and started writing.     This is it.             - “Authornim! I received the first copy. Thanks for the hard work!”   Yoongi groaned at the enthusiasm that was coming through the other end of the line. His sudden burst of inspiration had caused him to pull an all nighter. He missed his precious sleep that he needed all too much.   “It is actually really good.” Namjoon continued. “I’m looking forward to it. Seems like it’ll turn out to be a great novel.”   “Yeah…” Yoongi groaned. He was really tired. “I’m going to sleep.” And he hung up.   In the end, just like his editor wanted, he handed in the script for the first chapter of his romance novel. Namjoon had probably predicted this.   “Damn it!” Yoongi stretched out his arms and laid down on the futon in the corner of his room.             - “Ehh!??”   “How can this be!? Why are so rooms so clean!!?”     Loud     “The rooms are clean! Here!! This one is clean!! This one to!”   Yoongi felt irritation entering his bloodstream and turned his body to lay down on his other side. He covered his head with his blanket to block the sound of slamming doors and loud stomping.   “Yaah, over here to! What’s going on??”   And then it happened, the door of his study slammed open.     “Min Yoongi! Did you get a girlfriend?”   Yoongi looked up at the tall figure standing in the doorway. “Ah…Jin hyung, it’s you..” Seokjin entered the room and looked around. “Hmm, this is the only room that’s dirty.”   “What exactly are you doing here?” Yoongi sat up straight as he ran a hand through his hair. Sleep still present in his eyes. “Woah.. Your so mean to the hyung who comes here every month to watch over you, is this the way you treat your hyung?” Seokjin position his hands on both sides of his waist.   “You didn’t come by for a while, I was so relieved.” Yoongi mocked. “I’ve been busy.” “So have I.”   Seokjin looked at him with a disrespected expression which turned into an even worse one. “That’s right! I saw the advertisement for your new novel!” His eyes gleamed. “To think that Yoongi-ah would actually write a romantic novel! Every time I think about it I laugh. It feels weird to even imagine it!” The elder laughed out loud.   “Please just hurry up and leave.” Yoongi sighed and lid another one of his cigarettes.   The laughter died down and Yoongi was met with a serious gaze. “So….where is your new girlfriend?” Yoongi swore he could feel a vain popping on his forehead. “I don’t have one.”   The pair jumped in surprise at a loud noise on the wall and the sound of a cat snarling. Seokjin made his way to the window and widely flattened his face and palms on the glass. His eyes were ridiculously big, with his eyebrows risen high. Jungkook noticed the strange man on the other side of the window and politely bowed his head.   “Woahh… Your kid?” He asked with smirk and snorted at his own stupid question.   Yoongi’s patience ran out and he threw his cigarette at the back of his hyung’s head.     Ridiculous… to go that far…     “Yahh! I could’ve caught on fire!”   “Hurry up and leave.”             - “So, your name is Jungkook.”   The eldest sat down in between the two and dangled his feet from the porch.   “You’re so cute!” He said while pulling the youngest closer. “My name is Seokjin, but you can call me Jin hyung! I was with Yoongi for a long time, you could say that I was his first wife.” Seokjin loosened his grip on Jungkook and laughed. “Or something like that, hahaha.”   Jungkook stared at the man sitting beside him. He was so open and friendly. Normally, it would freak him out, but he felt strangely comfortable around the elder. Maybe it was his good looks? He seemed to have charisma, he had the kind of aura that made anyone feel at ease around him.   “Yoongi hyung’s….wife?” He looked up at Seokjin with his big, round eyes. The elder practically squirmed at Jungkook’s cute, innocent reply. Yoongi sighed. “Don’t believe a word he says. He’s just a collage friend who used to look after me.”   “That’s right, we used to be roomies! I always cooked him dinner, and washed his clothes. He couldn’t take care of himself at all, so lame.”   “Shut up, so annoying.”   Seokjin was Yoongi’s roommate throughout collage. Jin was one of few people who knew how to handle Yoongi, from the start. He pushed his boundaries and showed him new things. He’d always been friendly with strangers and people seemed to be charmed by his outgoing personality. Thinking back at it, meeting each other was a good thing. The eldest might’ve been his only true friend.   Seokjin huffed. “So, Jungkook-ah. How long have you been coming to this grumpy ahjussi’s house? Your parents will be worried, you know?” Jungkook looked down, his aura darkened. “They don’t care. They usually don’t come home anyways.”   Seokjin shot a questioning glance at Yoongi, who just shook his head.  “I see, that’s right. Every home has their problems, hm?” His voice softened and Jungkook appreciated him for asking no further questions.   “Then, Jungkook-ah. What do you wanna eat? Hyung will make it for you.”   Yoongi scoffed. “How come I’m called ahjussi and you’re hyung?”   “Shut up Yoongi.” “Hahh-? You know your older than me, right? So noisy, so noisy! “Say that one more time, if you’re looking for a beating!” “Nooooisy!!” “Yah!”   Jungkook looked at the two men, sitting next to him, bickering like little kids. He suddenly felt an unfamiliar warmth bubble up inside his chest.     This is nice             - Seokjin had carried two, heavy looking, bags of groceries inside the kitchen and put them on the counter. He started unpacking as Jungkook walked in. “Hyung, let me help you with that.” Seokjin looked at the younger who was standing to his right and smiled. “So attentive! You were brought up well.” The boy didn’t respond, but his face lid up at the praise. “Is there anything else I can help with?” Jungkook asked after they unpacked all the groceries. Seokjin lifted his hand to his chin and stared at the ceiling in thought. “Uhmm, let me think… I’ve got everything covered, but I guess you could make a salad?” Jungkook hummed in response.   For a while there was nothing but the sound of a knife on a cutting board and the simmering of a boiling, hot stew. Seokjin started humming a soft tune as the smell of gochujang, slowly filled the room. His voice was really nice and comforting. It all seemed very domestic and Jungkook felt warm, he wasn’t used to this.   Jungkook chopped the vegetables with skill and the older man was impressed. “Jungkook-ah, I also bought some tomatoes. I think I stored them in the fridge.” The younger looked up and seemed to think about it for a bit. His eyes went from one side to the other and back, as he bit the inside of his cheek. “I won’t use tomato… Yoongi hyung doesn’t like them.”   “Woah…I didn’t even know that! Very good…Whether it’s cooking or tidying the house, you seem very good at all of them.” The older man really was impressed. “That’s just because I’m always alone at home.”   Jin’s face turned serious as he recalled the younger’s words from earlier. It was silent for a moment.     “When you first met Yoongi… weren’t you scared of him?” The man asked, changing the subject. “That guy always talks so sharply, he never considers other’s feelings.” Jungkook put his knife down and turned to look at Jin. “Yoongi hyung is a nice person.” Seokjin’s eyes widened at the younger’s blunt words and he blinked. “I see… so you really like him then, don’t you?” He smiled and went back to stirring circles around the stew.   Jungkook stayed quiet and squeezed into the remaining bits of cucumber in front of him. “Jin hyung….”   “Hm?”   “To like someone…. What is it like to 'like' a person?” Seokjin almost dropped his spoon on the floor.   “At school, every conversation seems to be about this…. Earlier, Yoongi hyung asked me something similar. Because I didn’t know why he’d ask me something like that… I didn’t reply.” He poked the cucumber, it was squishy. “I didn’t reply, but… I somehow can’t stop thinking about it…”   The elder was at a loss of words because of the sudden topic. He hadn’t expected Jungkook to ask something this deep. He looked back at the simmering pot on the stove and playfully shook his head. Yoongi, you idiot. Why would you ask a kid, that?   “Jungkook-ah… Love is a serious thing, let hyung teach you all about it!” “First of all, you don’t need a reason for liking someone, it just happens. This person will be the highlight of your day. They will be the first person you think about when you wake up and the last person you think about before you go to sleep. When something good happens to you, this is the first person you want to tell.”   Jungkook listened intently to every word his hyung said.   “They will be the most important person you know…maybe even more so than yourself… At least, that’s my experience. I guess it’s different for everyone.” Jin turned off the stove.   “Let’s set the table, I’ll call Yoongi, be right back.”   Jungkook hummed, and started putting out plates.               - “Who’d want to eat all this? You made way to much food.” Yoongi snapped, looking at his kitchen table, filled with different plates of food.   Seokjin slapped the younger man on his arm. “Yah, Yoongi! At times like this, at least say ‘thank you’. Even when you’re not thankful.”   “Hmmpf.” He started digging in.   “Jungkook-ah, you to! Eat up.”   Jungkook nodded his head and attacked the food. He ate like his life depended on it, making little sounds of approval with every bite. Yoongi watched him and chuckled.   “Oh, that’s right. Did you feed the cat yet?”  Jungkook shook his head as he took a way too big bite, almost chocking on his food. “Then I’ll feed the cat!” Seokjin jumped up from his seat in search of cat food.   “Ahw, so cute! I’ve always wanted to raise a kitten.” Jin squatted down beside the cat.   “Then keep the kitten.”     What?     Jungkook swallowed his food and stared at Yoongi, who took a slow sip of his beer.   “We couldn’t find the original owner, so we’re looking after it. If we found someone who was willing to raise it, we’d give it away. That’s the best choice.”   Seokjin looked at Jungkook with concern. “Yeah, but… I was just saying..”     “No!”   “I’ll look after it!”     Both of them turned their heads to the yelling boy. He looked panicked.   “Don’t you understand?” Yoongi continued. “It was me who lend you the yard, just so you could raise the cat. I didn’t even want you here in the first place… If I kicked you out, the cat would’ve died. If someone else can take care of it, there’s no need for you to come here anymore.”   “But…” Jungkook looked hurt.   “Yah, Yoongi… aren’t you being too harsh?” Seokjin looked at the boy in front of him, who was on the verge of tears.     Yeah, wouldn’t that be great?Yoongi thought to himself. If he keeps staying here, the situation will get troublesome. I shouldn’t have agreed to this in the first place. If he doesn’t have a reason to come here again, I’ll be able to continue living a peaceful live.     “I…want to come here…” Jungkook swallowed his tears before they were able to spill.   “I want to come here, again.”   “Hah? What are you talking about?” Yoongi honestly didn’t get him. “It’s probably because you don’t want to go home, right? You still have your friend’s houses, why don’t you just go there instead? Why does it have to be my hous-…”   “It’s because I like hyung.” Jungkook looked down at his plate and bit his lower lip. A soft pink, flushed against the skin of his cheeks.   A startled Yoongi had just taken a sip of his beer. As he swallowed, it went down the wrong way and he starting coughing, aggressively. Seokjin just stared in shock.   “Yah! What are y-…” Jungkook cut him off, again. “I like coming here, hyung makes me feel at ease. I like spending time with the kitty as well. Please, just…..can’t I stay?”   Seokjin had already realised the meaning behind the younger’s words and smiled at his innocence. “That shocked me… Yoongi, I almost thought you had an admirer.” He joked.   But Yoongi didn’t laugh. He didn’t like the way the younger affected him in the smallest ways. It had to stop. Yoongi stood up from his chair.     “You… should stop coming here.”   Jungkook flinched at the elder’s harsh words.   “What if weird rumours started up… I’d be troubled to, you know?   He looked down at the younger boy in front of him, eyes cold. “If you’re here, you’re troubling me. So, just hurry up and leave.”     …     “Y-yes…”     The boy shuffled up from his chair, hurried outside and ran home.     He ran without looking back.         - Chapter End Notes Sooo, this chapter turned out a bit angsty near the end. We did get to meet Jin, though! ***** Lonesome ***** Chapter Summary He watched Jungkook shuffle around the kitchen as he turned his head around to look at the elder. “Would you like some coffee?” He asked with a shaky voice. “Ah…sure.” Yoongi replied, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. Yoongi looked around the house. It felt empty, like no one had been living there for years. It was a big house. Too big for a teenager to live in, all alone. Chapter Notes Hi! I'm back with a new chapter... I noticed that I didn't even describe Yoongi's house, or even how the characters look. (Hair color, etc) So I thought I'd describe a person or object each chapter. Let's start with the house! I always imagined a traditional, Japanese, colonial house. It's a very old house, so the condition isn't that great anymore. There might be some cracks in the walls at some places. The structure of the house is entirely made of wood, so winters can get cold inside. (Brace yourselves for fluffy, cuddly blanket sessions!) Yoongi's study is carpeted for extra warmth. He has a lot of books, everywhere. The study is also where he sleeps. He has a Japanese futon laid out on the ground, it's a twin size. Now, on to the porch! This is probably the most important area of the house. It's where everyone gathers together and where a lot of significant moments will happen. The porch is entirely made of dark wood, it has paper sliding doors on the in and outside, so it stays a little warmer on cold days. - I hope you'll enjoy my story from here on out. Thank you for reading! See the end of the chapter for more notes   September 19th, 7:11 pm.   It was quiet.     So, quiet.     Jungkook stared at the empty space in front of him.   It had been two days since he stopped coming to Yoongi’s place. After the incident, Jungkook had ran straight home, tears streaming down his face. He still didn’t know why cried as much as he did that night. No one had ever affected him as much as Yoongi did. Even though, he knew that Yoongi didn’t want to be bothered with him, he became attached to the elder’s house. And he knew from the start… Yoongi didn’t want him there, but he still went along with his selfish needs and insisted.   Jungkook chewed on his lower lip with a frown. He didn’t like himself right now. He loathed himself. He cried like a little kid. He wasn’t normally like that, at all. Yoongi did something to him. He made him feel small, like it was okay for him to act like a child…     It all just seemed so stupid to him… They had only agreed to him using the yard. Soon, he had been coming inside the house as well, and Yoongi let him. Maybe that’s what kept his hopes up. The older man seemed to be opening up to the idea of him being around the house.     Jungkook sighed as he let himself slide backwards in his chair. He tilted his head upwards and stared at the ceiling. When did I become this miserable?     He’d always thought of himself as independent. He could take care of himself, and he did. Being alone wasn’t a problem at all, in fact, he enjoyed the solitude. People were a bother.   But Yoongi… Yoongi didn’t bother him at all.       The sound of the consistent tick of a clock, was the only sound that filled the room. The air felt thick and empty at the same time. Jungkook leaned his arms on the dining table in front of him and rested his chin on his hands. A heavy sigh left his lungs as he slowly watched the room fade into darkness.                 - An exaggerated sigh replaced the deafening sound of silence in the room.   “Yoongi… What is wrong with you?”   Namjoon was leaning his back against the large window of the young writer’s study. He crossed his arms in disappointment as he continued.   “You actually stopped writing.”       Nothing’s wrong.       “I just don’t feel like it.” Yoongi stared in front of him with a cigarette, dangling from his lips. The ash had gathered up, threatening to crumble to the ground at any given moment. He didn’t even care.     It had been a week since his little outburst and his life had reverted back to peace and quiet. In return, the house was, once again, a complete mess. Funny, how trash could pile up in a matter of days.     “Get your mood up and start writing, Yoongi. I’ll help you research on some helpful information, as well. So, please, try a little harder.” Namjoon lifted himself up from his position and made his way outside. He looked around the house and chuckled at the mess. “What an obvious guy.”           As Yoongi laid down on the floor, he recalled the incident that had happened earlier that week. He kept replaying the words in his mind, over and over again.     ‘Don’t come back here again. You’re a nuisance.’     After that, the brat had actually stopped coming. Just like he predicted. The man turned to his side and thought about Namjoon’s words. ‘You actually stopped writing.’     It has nothing to do with the brat! … That’s right… The brat and my novel are completely different matters. But…     His train of thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a cat meowing in the hallway. “So annoying!” He stood up from the spot he’d been laying in for the past days. As he slammed open his door, he was met with an adorable creature. It’s fur was dark and shiny, tiny cheeks covered with long, white whiskers. It’s eyes were big and sparkly. He couldn’t stay mad at something this small.   Yoongi kneeled down in front of the cat and gently stroked it’s back.     Soft.     “You’re probably just hungry, huh?                     September 21st, 6:47 pm.   “This is unbelievable!”   “Even though I arrived here in the morning, I only just finished!”   The house always seemed more lively when Seokjin was visiting.   “Damn it, I thought I’d never be able to finish it before dinner!” “You’re so annoying, no one ordered you to come clean up my house.” Yoongi was sitting at his kitchen table that was already filled with homemade dishes. Seokjin always outdid himself. He really liked the elder’s cooking, but he’d never admit it. “Yoongi, you’re not cute at all.” The older man pouted.     “You’re right, Jin hyung, he really isn’t!” The pair looked up at the tall man, standing in the doorway. “Joonie! It’s been a while!” Jin smiled at the younger man, to which he answered with an affectionate nod.   “Yoongi.” Namjoon focused his eyes on the writer as he handed him a big envelope. “I brought some information, read them.” The man looked around the house. “The kid still hasn’t come back?” Yoongi sighed. “What do you mean? I told him to stop coming, so he stopped coming.” “Yoongi was really harsh, you know?” Jin said as felt bad for the boy. “Why did you even say all those things?” “Because he was bothering me.”   Namjoon listened to him in silence and stared for a while. “His father… Is the CEO of a big company.”   Yoongi looked at his editor in surprise.   “He seems to be more active overseas. His mother is sick, so she lives at the hospital. There’s only a hired housekeeper that visits once in a while… Must be though on the kid.” “How do you know about all this?” “Just a coincidence. When I was helping one of my colleagues, we bumped into a worker under Jeon’s company. I asked him about their situation.” Seokjin chuckled at the younger man’s statement. “Joonie… you definitely researched it on purpose.” Namjoon choose to ignore his comment. “He probably came by, because he was lonely.”   Yoongi rested his head on the palm of his hand. “Doesn’t he have an older brother? That means he’s not entirely alone.”   “The oldest son died.” Namjoon took off his glasses and started cleaning them. “About five years ago, I think.”   “Eh?” Yoongi stared down at his food, eyes wide. Seokjin put his hand over his chest and sighed. “That means, Jungkook really is all alone…”   Yoongi crushed out his cigarette on a silver ashtray. “He’s not completely alone. Both his parents are still here, and he has a housekeeper, right?” He stood up from his seat. “It has nothing to do with us. I’m going to my study.” “Why?” Seokjin asked, bummed out by the younger man’s negativity. “I can’t concentrate with you guys here.” Yoongi walked towards the exit of the room.       “It seems like Jungkook hasn’t been going to school.” Namjoon continued.   Yoongi halted in his steps.   “Hmm? So you do care?” The younger man asked with a teasing smirk. The writer’s blood was starting to boil. “I’ve said it before. It has nothing to do with me!” He slammed open the door.   “Yoongi! Weren’t you going to read the info I gave you? I thought you were going to your room to concentrate on that. Seems like you left it on the table.” Namjoon’s smirk grew impossibly big as Yoongi glanced back over his shoulder with pure hatred on his face. He stomped back into the kitchen and snatched the envelope from the table. He felt embarrassed and he knew his friends could see right through him.   “You know….Jungkook-ah seems like he’s not doing so well~ ”   Yoongi stormed back out. “Like I care!” He slammed the door shut.     “Woaah! That Yoongi….he got affected so badly!” Seokjin couldn’t believe he just witnessed a flustered Yoongi. Namjoon just snickered.               - Yoongi slumped down on the chair, in front of his desk. He was about the grab another cigarette as he found his packet empty. He sighed and crumpled the carton in his hand.     Guess I gotta go buy some new ones…   Damnit!               - It had been a week since Jungkook saw the outside world. He had been cooped up inside his house, thinking about the meaning of life and what not. After his sixth, tasteless, convenience store meal, he decided that staying inside wasn’t going to solve any of his problems. Jungkook grabbed an oversized, black hoodie from his room and went outside. Summer had already come to an end and the nights were getting colder. He felt a chill running down his spine as he opened the front door. The boy stepped outside and closed the door behind him. He looked up at the sky, painted in orange and pink. Jungkook had always liked watching the sun set, so he decided to do just that and started walking around the neighbourhood.     Their town was pretty big, they had a shopping centre and even a nightlife district with restaurants and bars. But it was still small enough for everyone to know each other, or at least one of their family members. Jungkook really loved the town he grew up in, the scenery was beautiful. It was located on the foot of a mountain, so there were lots of trees around. His school was all the way on the other side of town. And beyond that, nothing but rice fields.     Jungkook stopped at a local playground and sat down on one of the swings. He slowly swayed back and forth with the soles of his shoes scraping the ground beneath him. Head lowered and the burden of his thoughts still heavy on his shoulders. He took a deep breath and emptied the inside of his lungs with a long sigh.   The streets were empty. The only sound being that of a barking dog in someone’s backyard. He enjoyed the silence. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts, but the house made him claustrophobic. He didn’t like being inside his parent’s house, too many bad memories.         As Jungkook looked up, he saw a figure nearing in the distance.   The figure came closer, close enough for him to make out his face and Jungkook wanted to hide.   But it was too late. They had already made eye contact.   The man waved as he made his way towards the younger. “Hello there, Jungkook!” A bright smile framed the man’s face as he sat down beside him, on the other swing.   “Hello, coach…” Jungkook greeted him half-heartedly. “Haven’t seen you in a while… everything okay?” The elder fumbled his hand inside the pocket of this training jacket and took out an energy bar. He broke it in two and offered the other half to the younger, beside him. “It’s…..complicated.” Jungkook accepted the small piece of chocolate. He was hungry. The cheap convenience store meal he had earlier that day didn’t fill him up in the slightest. The older man hummed in response.   Hoseok was Jungkook’s P.E. teacher. He knew about Jungkook’s situation at home as they had talked about it before. He didn’t know the details, but he connected enough dots to know that the boy next to him didn’t have a happy home.   “Jungkook-ah. You haven’t been coming to school this week. I won’t tell you what do to, because that is entirely your choice. But I’m warning you.” Hoseok took a bite of his energy bar. “I don’t want you to get in trouble with the principal. I know you’re a smart kid, and a few days won’t bring any harm to your grades. But you have to think about your future.”   Jungkook knew his teacher was right, he just didn’t have the energy to deal with everyday life right now.   “You’re already seventeen, you know. You’re in your second year of high school.” The man continued. “You will be preparing for your exams near the end of the year. So think about it.” Hoseok looked the younger in the eyes and smiled.   He stood up in a swift movement and ruffled Jungkook’s hair. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” Jungkook offered a weak smile, he didn’t respond. He honestly didn’t know if he could handle school right now. He needed to get his thoughts in order, to get himself together. Hoseok winked at him with a knowing smile and started walking in the opposite direction.       Jungkook just stayed there for a while, processing the words of his coach.     He is right…     With that he pulled himself up and went in the direction of his home.                   -   Yoongi exited the convenience store with a plastic bag, filled with cans of beer, and a brand new pack of Lucky Strikes.   He put one in his mouth while simultaneously trying to reach for the lighter in his front pocket. After a few cursus and some fumbling, he successfully lid his cigarette.   He sucked the smoke deep into his lungs, the comfort he ached for had finally returned.     I should take a stroll…     Yoongi hadn’t walked around the neighbourhood in a while. He usually stayed inside the house and only went outside if completely necessary. But he needed to clear his mind for various reasons, and he couldn’t do that in the comfort of his own home… Not with the two nosy intruders, roaming around the house.   He looked at the scene around him as he took a different route than he normally would.     There are quite a lot of new houses around here…     When Yoongi was a kid, there were only farms and fields in that area. His grandmother’s house that he was living in now, was quite a big deal back then too.   He snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of a fence, closing.       Shit.   I shouldn’t have walked this way…       Yoongi halted to a stop as he met with the frightened eyes of a familiar boy.     “W-what…”   “What are you doing here?”   Jungkook stood in front of his house, just about to unlock his front door. He looked confused and Yoongi had to admit, it was strange for him to even be around that area.       “We should talk.” He finally managed to form his words after an awkward stare down.   Jungkook nodded and opened the front door. “You can come in, if you like…” Yoongi could almost see the sweat dripping from the boy’s neck as he followed him inside.     Is he scared of me? Maybe I shouldn’t have been this harsh… Yoongi thought to himself.     Of course, Jungkook wasn’t actually scared of Yoongi. He was just petrified of the situation that occured earlier that week. He ran away, crying like a baby. And what was even worse, Yoongi had seen him. He had seen him at his worst. Jungkook didn’t know how to face himself, let alone the man who, essentially, caused all of this. He felt so embarrassed, all he wanted to do was lock himself inside a closet and never come out.       Yoongi sat down on the couch and sighed, loudly.     How did it turn out like this?     He watched Jungkook shuffle around the kitchen as he turned his head around to look at the elder “Would you like some coffee?” He asked with a shaky voice. “Ah…sure.” Yoongi replied, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.   Yoongi looked around the house. It felt empty, like no one had been living there for years. It was a big house. Too big for a teenager to live in, all alone. He thought back to the words Namjoon had said to him. About the boy’s parents and… his brother. The kid really was alone, he got that through his thick skull, now.   Jungkook handed the older man his coffee and sat down on the chair, opposite to Yoongi. Gaze still lowered. The boy who would normally stare him dead in the eyes, couldn’t even look anywhere near his direction and it made the writer feel uncomfortable. He didn’t like it.   ...   “Jungkook-ah, are you okay now?”   Yoongi looked at the boy’s face as he finally met his gaze. Jungkook looked him in the eye for a while, his expression loosened up into a softer one. He felt a little more at ease.   “Yeah… I’m okay.”     Silence filled the air once again, but it wasn’t as awkward as it was a minute ago. It stayed silent for a while, as the both of them drank their coffee. There seemed to be a mutual understanding of some sort. Like the tension between them wasn’t relevant anymore.   Yoongi finished the last sip of his warm drin. He put his mug on the table in front of him and stood up from his seat. “Then…I’ll take my leave.”   Jungkook stood up as Yoongi made his way to the front door and followed him quietly.     The elder stopped in his tracks. “Jungkook-ah.” The boy looked up while biting his lower lip. He still felt nervous, after all.   “If you’re feeling better, than remember to go to school.”   Jungkook couldn’t help a small blush from forming on his face. Was he concerned? How did he know about school?“Yes.”   “Also…” The older male continued as he turned around to face the boy. “That cat of yours…. What are you gonna do about it? It’s meowing all the time…it’s annoying. It’s so loud that I couldn’t concentrate on my work.”   Jungkook looked down and clenched his fists. “I’m sorry….I really can’t raise it here…”   Yoongi took a step closer. “It’s not just the cat… Jing-hyung who had stopped fussing over me….. started fussing again. Saying the house is to messy, so annoying.   Jungkook’s eyes widened at the man’s words.   “Although your visits were really annoying… When you stopped coming over, other annoying things started happening… So, what  do you think we should do about this?”   The boy was unsure of what to say to the man in front of him. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but then it closed again. “Maybe….I could come over again? I could help you with all of that….if you want me to….”   Yoongi silently chuckled at the boy’s nervous reaction. He hoped that his ‘apology’ was good enough, even though he didn’t actually apologize. “Sure. You’re welcome to come by, anytime.”   Jungkook’s eyes lit up. “Anytime?”   “Yup.”   “……Right…now?”   Yoongi looked at the boy in disbelieve because of his straight forwardness.   “What the hell, why not! Let’s go…”     Jungkook smiled brightly, teeth showing and eyes closed. It was a genuine smile, and Yoongi felt his chest warming up at the sight.   Yoongi turned back around and started walking down the street. He couldn’t help a smile from creeping up on his face at the younger who was practically skipping after him.     When he left, I thought everything would turn ‘back to the way it was’…   But, of course, that had to be impossible…   Even though I don’t know what’s right or wrong,   I know that I can’t seem to leave him alone.         Ahhh…. Things will start getting bothersome again.                 -    Chapter End Notes They made up! Kookie beat himself up, even though it wasn't his fault at all. Poor baby. Yoongi is just a big tsundere! He has feelings, I promise! He just hides them really well. Also, Hobi appeared! Next chapter, I'll introduce another character, hope I'll see you then! ***** Visitor ***** Chapter Summary Taehyung looked at the elder in hesitation, but spoke up anyway. “Ahjussi…. You’re not Junggukkie’s relative, are you?”   Yoongi felt his level of annoyance rise at the words of the younger. “I’m not, so what?” Chapter Notes Jungkook is a 17 year old boy, in his second year of high school. He has dark brown/black hair, that covers his forehead, but is sometimes parted (think, Run-era Kookie). He wears plain clothes. He usually opts for a pair of skinny jeans and a loose T-shirt, shirt or sweater. He's seen as very independent and mature for his age, but this changes in front of Yoongi. He gets cute and childish in front of him, haha. See the end of the chapter for more notes       October 5th, 5:30 pm.   The shrill ringing of a bell, resonated through the hollow halls of high school.   Jungkook stared at the empty classroom in front of him and let out a heavy sigh. The school bell had already rung a while ago, but he just sat there with his hands in his pockets. School always drained him, completely. It wasn’t because school was too hard, he passed all his grades without studying. Jungkook had always been smart. It was mainly because he didn’t know why he was even there. He didn’t know what he wanted to do with his future. He wasn’t particularly good at anything except for sports, and he didn’t have any hobbies either.   “Junggukie!!! Let’s go home together!!”   The said boy looked up to meet the exited gaze of his classmate.   “No….today, I…”   “Come on! I never get to see you anymore! You’re always busy, saying that you’ve got some place to be…”   Jungkook shifted his eyes, and hesitated for a moment. “I really do have some place to be…” He was about to stand up from his position, when two hands gripped at his shoulders and pushed him back down. His classmate made the most ridiculous sad face he’d ever seen. “Please, Jungkook-ssi….deliver me from the boredom that is my life…”   “Tae…. I really can’t…”   “But!.....”   Jungkook got annoyed with his friend and pushed him off. He gathered his stuff and left the classroom behind, along with a pouting Taehyung.   The boy walked down the halls of his school that were now empty. He trailed down the stairs and heard quickening footsteps behind him. He invoked a mental curse as he heard the footsteps closing in on him. Taehyung was running after him, and he could’ve guessed it.   “I’m not letting you get away this easily, you know!” His friend, now caught up with him, smiled his signature boxy smile.     Of course he isn’t…     Taehyung swung an arm around his classmate, and Jungkook let out a soft chuckle. He’d always had a soft spot for him, ever since they were young. The pair had been classmates since seventh grade, and they grew rather fond of one another. He would even go as far as to say Taehyung was his first and only friend, his best friend. Jungkook had always been the silent type. He wouldn’t talk to any of the other kids, so they started to exclude him during breaks or in class. Taehyung didn’t, he never gave up. That’s what he did best. He just kept on pushing and trying till he got his way. And it always seemed to work, even on Jungkook.   “Soo…., where are we going?”   Jungkook rolled his eyes playfully at his friend. “You’ll see when we get there…just….don’t be weird.’   Taehyung shot an offended look at the other. He was really good at over reacting. “I would never!”   Jungkook just sighed with a small smile, knowing that his friend would always act out, no matter the place or situation. So they continued their walk in silence, under the golden glow of the autumn sun. After a while Taehyung started skipping, as he made the occasional stop to smell a random flower. He talked about everything and nothing, and Jungkook watched in amusement.   The walk home was like a routine for the boys, as it was the same route every day. Their school was located on the edge of town, surrounded by fields. In fact, the first fifteen minutes of their walk was just rice fields. After a while, the number of houses slowly started to increase, until they were completely enveloped by the town. Given that their hometown was built on a mountain, the roads let upwards. It wasn’t ideal, since the walk home already took so long.       After a long walk they finally arrived at the house. Jungkook halted in his steps as he looked at the other, who stared at the house with a confused expression. He dreaded Yoongi’s reaction to him inviting a stranger into his house, but Taehyung was his friend after all and he felt bad for ignoring him. He opened the fence-door to the front yard and gulped at his own movement.   Taehyung grabbed the straps of his backpack tighter, as they made their way through the over grown yard. He looked around with his mouth agape, face still painted with confusion.   Jungkook looked up at the porch and saw Yoongi, sitting cross legged with a book in his lap and a cigarette in his mouth. His cardigan was draped over his shoulders, and his reading glasses had slid down to the tip of his nose. He truly looked like an old man and the boy smiled at the familiar sight of the writer. He always seemed to be able to relax in the company of the elder, even after a long and stressful day at school.   Taehyung had now also noticed the elder on the porch and gasped. “So… this isn’t a haunted house, after all!”   Yoongi’s head shot up from his book at the sudden intrusion.   “It’s pretty clean inside…. How surprising!”   The elder looked Jungkook in the eyes with confusion and felt himself getting angry at the situation. He was about to say something, but closed his mouth when he saw the apologetic look on the younger boy’s face. Jungkook looked down to the ground and nervously shuffled his feet. Yoongi squinted his eyes and stared at the nervous boy for a while. He licked his lips. Jungkook must have had a reason for bringing him.   Yoongi decided to break the ice and put Jungkook out of his misery. “Jungkook- ah… You brought a friend.”   The boy looked up from the ground with big eyes and bit his lower lip. “Ah…yeah. This is my classmate. He insisted on coming…”   Taehyung jumped forward in an exited manner and bowed his head. “Taehyung! Nice to meet you.”   Yoongi focused on the overly cheery boy next to Jungkook. “Yeah… Nice to meet you.”   Jungkook seemed to relax at the elder’s words, knowing that he wasn’t mad at him for bringing yet another nuisance to his home.   Taehyung looked at the elder in hesitation, but spoke up anyway. “Ahjussi…. You’re not Junggukkie’s relative, are you?”   Yoongi felt his level of annoyance rise at the words of the younger. “I’m not, so what?”   The boy’s gaze deepened. “Then… as his friend, I cannot let him come to such a suspicious place after school. I could report you to the police, you know!”   Yoongi looked at the boy in disbelieve as he almost dropped his cigarette. “Hah?! Suspicious?”   They kept staring at each other and Jungkook sighed. “Tae, stop it. Yoongi hyung isn’t that kind of person.” He put his hand on the conflicted boy’s shoulder and pushed him back to look him in the eye. “I come here because I want to.” Jungkook continued. “There’s this cat… It seems to be attached to this place, but it doesn’t have an owner. Hyung allowed me to use his yard to raise it here.” Taehyung’s expression softened at the words of his friend. “I see… You should’ve just told me! I was worried for nothing!” The boy’s eyes disappeared in a wide grin as he shoved Jungkook’s shoulder.   Jungkook spotted his furry friend and gently picked him up. He sat down beside the elder on the porch and signalled for his friend to sit next to him. “This is the cat.” The boy looked fondly at the kitten that was now purring in his lap.   Taehyung’s eyes gleamed, he loved animals and couldn’t wait to pet it. He lowered his backpack and sat it down beside him. “Woa, it’s seriously cute! Can I?” Jungkook nodded at his friend’s request and handed Taehyung the cat. He was clearly fascinated by it an nuzzled his face in it’s soft fur, as he kept playing with the paws.   “Ahjussi…. Do you live here alone?” Yoongi looked up at the sudden question.     They keep calling me ahjussi….     “Yeah, why?”   “Shouldn’t you get married, or something? A guy your age, living alone with a cat…. It’s weird. Like a pervert!” Jungkook almost choked on air and looked at his friend with big, teary eyes, as he held his throat.   Yoongi couldn’t believe his ears. “Yah! Respect your elders, brat!”   Taehyung just burst out in laughter, he really was a brat.   “Hyung is only twenty four…” Jungkook mumbled in his friend’s direction, as if Yoongi wouldn’t be able to hear him.   “What!!?” Taehyung shot up from his seat, almost dropping the cat. “Wow, I thought you were like…thirty or something.” He sat back down and the kitten jumped towards safety on Jungkook’s lap and the boy nuzzled him closer.   The elder supressed his annoyance and went back to his book, with a sigh. “Brat..” He mumbled softly under his breath. Jungkook looked at his hyung in amusement and chuckled. Yoongi couldn’t help but glance at the younger’s smiling face, and felt his cheeks burn up at the sight.     Shit.. Why does he have to be so cute when he laughs… sick.     Taehyung’s incredible giggling was cut off by the sensation of his phone, buzzing in his pocket. He looked at the screen and answered immediately. “Hey, mom!” He played with the hem of his sleeve as he listened intently. “Alright, I’m coming as fast as I can!” The boy hung up his phone and grabbed his bag. “Gotta run! See you tomorrow!” He ran across the yard and waved. “Bye, ahjussi! Thanks for having me.” And with that, he disappeared from their sight.           They just sat there for a while, enjoying the silence. Book in the elder’s lap and cat, cradled in the younger’s.   The kitten yawned and moved up from it’s comfortable position in the boy’s lap and darted towards Yoongi. It wanted attention and gently rubbed it’s head against Yoongi’s side. The man put his book down next to him and patted the cat’s tiny head.     So soft…     Jungkook watched the pair in awe as he hugged his knees and rested his cheek on his hands. “Is it me, or did it grow a little bigger?” Yoongi asked, and the boy’s gaze got serious as he looked intently. “I guess you’re right… It’s been a couple of months, after all.” Yoongi hummed at the younger’s words     This isn’t bad… The elder thought to himself, as he stroked the fluffy creature that was now in his lap. He could get used to this feeling.     “Does it have a name?” He looked at the boy next to him, not getting an answer for a while. Jungkook looked a little like a mixture of dumbfounded and shook and Yoongi chuckled.   “I…. haven’t even thought about it.” Jungkook touched his hair with a nervous smile. “I’ve just been calling it cat…or kitty.”   He taught for a  while.  “How about… tteokbokki.., or Kimchii?”   Yoongi chuckled at the younger. “Aren’t those all foods?”   “Besides, is it a boy or a girl?” And the boy looked shook, again.   Jungkook shamelessly grabbed the kitten, and lifted it’s butt for a better view. He lifted up it’s tail and looked around the area with curiosity.   “It’s a girl.”   He put her back down and she immediately crawled back in position on Yoongi’s lap. Yoongi, who was shocked by the boy’s sudden bold movement, only laughed. It made Jungkook feel giddy inside his tummy and he didn’t know why. He cupped his own cheeks with his hands, they were burning up. He shrugged it off and thought it must have been the excitement of his new discoveries about his kitten. Besides, he’d never seen Yoongi laugh before, so it was kind of a shock.   “How about Haru?”   “Haru…” The boy repeated after the writer. “It’s cute.”   “Right?” Yoongi petted her belly as she wiggled around in his lap. “She‘s my first pet after all, so the name fits…”   Jungkook stared up at his hyung and smiled.         They continued to sit there, talking about Haru and how she grew up so fast. Jungkook even got to ask about planting flowers in the yard, to which Yoongi had answered “It’s too late for that already, it’s getting too cold. You can plant them next year.” And Jungkook felt that familiar giddy feeling in the pit of his stomach at the promise of a next year together.   They enjoyed each other’s company. It was the first time they actually held a normal conversation, and it all came so naturally. For the both of them.             The sun was starting to set and Jungkook went home with a feeling of content.              - Chapter End Notes This is a short, fluffy chapter! I'm sorry for not updating for a month. I've been on vacation and uni just started, so it's been very busy. I am, however, already writing the next chapter. I don't know when i'll be able to post it, but I'll try my best. :) Thank you for reading! Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!