Were Dripping In It

We’re Dripping In It

Chapter 22: Wildflower

When the jet lands in Jeju Island, Namjoon and Jungkook exit down the ladder after bowing to the staff and head towards the car waiting for them. A guard greets Namjoon and hands him the key, Namjoon tosses it over his shoulder to Jungkook who catches it with ease.

Jungkook whistles as he takes in the sight of the red Lotus Emira, he slides into the leather seat and runs his hands over the dark steering wheel. “Please tell me you have one of these in Seoul.”

Namjoon chuckles as he slides into the passenger seat, “I think this is Taehyung’s, he might have another one in Seoul as well.”

Jungkook giggles excitedly as he starts the car and it purrs to life. He revs the engine slightly as they make their way smoothly out of the small airport and down the streets towards Camilla Hill. He relaxes in his seat as he takes in the rolling hills and swaying trees as they follow the map.

Namjoon sighs as he looks around at the open fields they pass and small houses, “I wish my parents had bought a house here, we used to come for vacations when I was a kid.”

“What’s stopping you from buying your own?” Jungkook asks, his thumb brushing against Namjoon’s finger as he holds his hand on the center console.

“Time,” Namjoon sighs, stretching his legs out in his seat. “Yoongi-hyung was right, I really should have given myself a day off every now and then. But it was hard to make myself stop working when it seemed like my goals were so close to being complete.”

Jungkook hums in understanding, “Tae said you’ve been traveling a lot, has that been just in Korea?”

“No, I’ve been traveling around the world.” Namjoon says, smiling at Jungkook’s noise of surprise. “I told you that we have a lot of contracts with outside companies, they’re all over the globe. I decided to do a tour, of sorts, to see them, not all of them are allowed to enter Korea. I’m also able to establish new contracts while I travel. I only just got back a month before I met you.”

Jungkook whistles lowly, “You’ve had a busy year then.”

Namjoon snorts, “Make that a busy eight years, when I finally get to retire I’m going to sleep for a year.”

Jungkook giggles and tugs Namjoon’s hand to place a kiss on his knuckles, “What are you going to do after that year of sleep, babe?”

Namjoon hums in thought, “Maybe catch up on all the books I want to read and visit museums around the world.” He chuckles at himself for a moment, “I’ve just realized how boring that makes me sound.”

Jungkook squeezes his hand, “That doesn’t sound boring to me, Namjoon. That sounds peaceful, our first date was at a museum. I’ll go with you to all of them.”

Namjoon leans over and places a kiss on Jungkook’s cheek, leaning his forehead down on his shoulder as Jungkook turns the car down a street. “Before I came into your life, what did you want to do? Where did you see yourself going?”

Jungkook hums, pulling his hand out of his to place it on the back of Namjoon’s head for a moment before putting it on the wheel. “When I started my degree I wanted to be a photographer, then I started to gain an interest in videography so I thought I’d be a film director of some sort. I honestly could never settle on one path, there were too many things that interested me. My college credits probably look like a whole mess.”

“There wasn’t something you dreamed of doing as a kid?” Namjoon asks, placing a hand against Jungkook’s chest and playing with the long silver guitar pick necklace he had on.

Jungkook hums as he thinks, glancing at the directions on the small screen as he takes the various turns. “I really can’t remember if there was something I wanted to be as a kid, there may have been a time I wanted to follow what my brother was doing. Jin-hyung was a chef before he met you guys, he taught me all the things he learned at school. He seemed so cool to me, I wanted to follow him wherever he went.”

Namjoon nodded against his shoulder, “Hobi-hyung isn’t that much older than me but I understand what you mean. Older brothers just have that influence on you.”

Jungkook gave a noise of agreement as he turned into the entrance way of Camilla Hill and pulled into a parking space. He pulled Namjoon over the console before he started to get out and placed a long kiss on his lips. He chuckled at the dazed look on Namjoon’s face as he pulled away and placed a small kiss on the tip of his nose before hopping out of the car.

Jungkook held his hand out for Namjoon as he came out of the car and joined him in front of the hood. He smiled as Namjoon slipped his hand into his and placed a kiss against his forehead before heading for the ticket booth. The puffy jackets they had brought lay abandoned in the small backseat, the weather being much warmer than they expected.

They read over the small map that the ticketing lady had given them, watching as a stream of tourists headed in one direction and decided to head in the opposite way. Jungkook heard the different chatters of Korean, Japanese, and English slowly fade the further they walked.

“How many languages do you speak?” Jungkook asks suddenly, his eyes drifting over the tall green bushes they were walking through.

Namjoon chuckles as he pulls Jungkook out of the way of another couple, “Fluently I speak about five languages, but I can hold a basic conversation in eight.”

Jungkook looked at him with wide eyes, “I knew you were smart, not a fucking genius.”

Namjoon blushed and ducked his head as his dimples popped in his cheeks, he muttered something under his breath that Jungkook didn’t catch before saying, “You seemed to have quite the vocabulary as well, your song was in English. How fluent are you?”

Jungkook shrugged, “I could hold a conversion, I took an english course my first semester and took the advanced class my second year. After I completed my required credits, I was going to go on the exchange program to travel to the States or Europe.”

“So, you’ll understand when I speak to you like this?” Namjoon asked, quirking his brow at him.

Jungkook licks his lips, “Do you sound sexy in every language?”

Namjoon smirks at him, giving him a wink as they turn a corner and enter the rows of camellia bushes in full bloom.

“Wow,” Jungkook whispered, his eyes drinking in the petals of reds and pinks sitting in the dark green leaves. He touches his fingertips to one of the delicate petals as they pass, their shoes crunching slightly on the gravel and fallen petals.

They took their time making their way through camellia bushes, avoiding any path that was too overcrowded until they reached a passage that led to an open field. The field was full of silver and pink muhly grass that stood up to their waists. There was a path that cut through the center of the field, rolling up to a hill where a single willow tree stood.

The single thought that filled Jungkook’s mind as he stood on the path and looked up towards that tree, holding Namjoon’s hand in his, was that he was going to marry him on that hill.

Jungkook pressed a hand to his mouth and felt his eyes grow teary as the sun shined from behind the tree branches. He could almost picture how everything would look on a summer’s day.

“Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon whispered, getting a weak hum in response as Jungkook continued to gaze up the hill. “Do I want to know what you’re thinking about?”

“I don’t want another ‘too soon’ lecture,” Jungkook whispered back, taking a shuddering breath as a happy tear fell from his eye.

Namjoon sighed, dropping Jungkook’s hand to wrap his arms behind him, placing his chin on Jungkook’s shoulder to gaze exactly when he was looking. “Tell me what you see.”

“A field of purple wildflowers in summer bloom,” Jungkook whispers, placing his hands on Namjoon’s arms. “You standing under that tree, waiting for me to walk up this path to you.”

Namjoon’s arms tighten around him, Jungkook can feel a tear drop onto his neck from Namjoon’s cheek. They gaze up the hill in silence, a promise being sealed as they hold each other.

Jungkook sighs as he stretches his legs under the cafe table, his ankles lightly bumping against Namjoon’s as they take slow sips of their warm tea. Jungkook’s eyes drift over the small cafe and its greenhouse design; plants hanging all around the room, dark wooden tables and chairs, and the everpresent smell of musky earth.

Namjoon grins against the rim of his cup as Jungkook gently rubs their ankles together. He leans forward into the table and looks at Jungkook with a soft smile. “How have your classes been?”

Jungkook snorts up a low giggle, making Namjoon smile wider, “Sorry, it’s just funny to be asked such a normal question now. And boring, honestly. I got lectured by one of my professors because I forgot the homework, but I honestly didn’t hear a word of it.”

Namjoon hums, placing his chin in his hand as he looks at him, “I guess that’s the problem with living in the abnormal, normal life becomes boring.”

Jungkook raises a brow at him, “A normal life with you would never be boring, my college class on the other hand…” he rolls his eyes.

“I wonder if there’s any life of mine that’s normal,” Namjoon muses with a sigh, his eyes drifting to where the door had swung open. And another couple walked in hand-in-hand to join the line at the counter.

Jungkook leans forward and places his elbows on the table, catching Namjoon’s eye again. “We can’t change the circumstances of our birth, we can only make the best of the life we’re given.”

Namjoon furrows his brow, “Did you just quote Pokémon?”

Jungkook snorts, throwing his head back laughing as he sinks down in his chair at the force of his laughter. Namjoon chuckles and takes one of Jungkook’s hands to pull him back up, placing a kiss against his giggling cheek.

“I love hearing you laugh,” he whispers against his skin, Jungkook smiles as he leans his forehead against his.

“You make it easy for me to do so,” Jungkook says, placing a small kiss against his lips before pulling away. “I have a question.”

Namjoon tilts his head and nods for him to continue as he intertwines their fingers on the wooden table. His thumb playing with their ring on his pointer finger.

Jungkook smiles down at their joined hands, “What made you keep coming to see me? Your nights are the only time you have free, why would you give it to me?”

Namjoon lowers his head to catch Jungkook’s gaze, “Because I wanted to see you, when I was with you I was able to forget the frustrations of my day. I could forget the world I live in, even if it was just for a moment.”

Namjoon squeezes his hand to stop his next words, “And you still do that, baby. I know we’ve had a lot of hard talks and you’ve seen a bit of this life, but you’ve made it more bearable for me. I didn’t realize how much it was dragging me down until I was able to come home to you every night.”

Jungkook placed his other hand on top of their joined ones, squeezing Namjoon’s tightly. “I need you to promise me something, Namjoon.”

Namjoon looks at him with a bit of worry in his eyes and Jungkook could guess where he thought he was going with this.

“If we ever have a big fight and I start to walk away, you need to stop me.” Jungkook says, squeezing Namjoon’s hands to stop his protest. “Just listen, please.”

He nods and places his other hand on top of Jungkook’s.

“I have a temper, you haven’t seen it yet, but when I get really angry I’ll say things I don’t mean and I tend to throw things around the room.” Jungkook admits, taking a deep breath to make himself continue. “If I get so angry with you that I start to walk away, even if you're not yelling at me anymore, you need to be the one to stop me. You can’t let me walk away, my anger will fester and then I’ll feel hurt that you couldn’t see past my anger to see how I’m hurting.”

“Then when we were arguing about your move…”

“I was able to stop,” Jungkook says with a nod, gazing straight into Namjoon’s eyes. “I wasn’t consumed enough not to see that you weren’t angry but scared and I was able to calm down. There may come a day where I can’t. You guys have mentioned my brother’s temper, I have it too. I’ve just learned to control it better, only Yoongi-hyung and Tae have seen when I couldn’t.”

Namjoon nods, pulling one of Jungkook’s hands up to place a kiss against his knuckles, “If you walk away from me, Jungkook, I’ll stop you. I’ll try to calm you down so we can talk, even if I get a knife thrown at my head.”

Jungkook laughs weakly, leaning his head down against their joined hands, “Thank you, I’ll try not to aim for your face.”

Namjoon places a hand against the side of Jungkook’s face, his thumb tracing the small scar that sat on the apple of his right cheek. “Even if you did, I’d never think the worst of you.”

“You can have a driver pick us up at home, I’m tired.” Jungkook sighs, leaning against Namjoon’s shoulder as they slowly glide through the air.

“Alright baby,” Namjoon chuckles, pushing him away slightly to raise the armrest between them and pull him onto his chest. Jungkook sighs as he settles over top Namjoon, tucking his hands against his sides. He starts humming under his breath, a mix of Taehyung’s lullaby and his song he wrote with Yoongi.

“I’m surprised by how well you sing that you never wanted to be a musician.” Namjoon observes, running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair.

Jungkook hums, “That’s only been since I settled with Yoongi-hyung and TaeTae. Hyung wanted to give me an outlet beyond my gym sessions to get my emotions out. He said that music was the song of the soul that we cry out and taught me how to find my voice in it.”

“That song then, the one you sang in hyung’s studio,” Namjoon says softly, placing his free hand over the back of Jungkook’s neck. “What was your soul crying out for?”

“My brother,” Jungkook whispers, tilting his head and blinking his eyes slowly as he looks up at Namjoon. “It was the hardest for me to write and to sing. That’s why hyung asked if I’d want you to stay, it’s my most raw feelings about my brother.”

“Will you ever show it to him?” Namjoon asks, brushing the hairs that had fallen across Jungkook’s eyes as he nods.

“One day, when it feels like the right time, I’ll sing it for him,” Jungkook says, his eyes searching over Namjoon’s face. “Have you sung any of the songs you’ve written?”

Namjoon nods, smiling as Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with interest. He tilts his hips and reaches into his back pocket to pull out his phone, after a moment a song begins to play through it.

Jungkook closes his eyes as he listens to the smooth beat and then he hears Namjoon’s velvet voice begin to sing.

“We’re born in the moonlight, ain’t no fantasy. Can’t breathe in the sunlight, gotta hide your heart.”

Namjoon hums against Jungkook’s cheek as the song plays, wiping the stray tears that fall down his face. Jungkook can hear the various symbolisms throughout the song, alluding to a deep loneliness felt by the singer. But there’s a hope as well, a sense of purpose to keep moving forward. Jungkook presses his face against Namjoon’s chest as the last line plays.

“Moon child you shine. When moon rise, it’s your time.”

They simply breathe together for a moment as the last of the song plays, the silence is calming as they collect themselves. Jungkook lifts his head and looks over Namjoon’s hesitant face. Pulling himself up he presses his lips against his.

Jungkook kisses him long and slow, before running his tongue along the seam of his lips. Namjoon opens for him and he slides his tongue against his, before running it around the expanse of his mouth. Namjoon’s tongue follows his movement and chases after his tongue as he retreats back into his own mouth, he groans as he feels Namjoon gives him the same treatment before they part from each other.

They breathe heavily against each other, their noses brushing as they lean their foreheads together. Jungkook slides his hands down from Namjoon’s hair to cup his neck, running his thumbs over the skin of his pulse point.

“You sing beautifully,” Jungkook whispers, opening his slightly damp eyes to meet Namjoon’s. He catches one of the tears that falls from Namjoon’s eyes. “Let me be your nightscape, as you are my moon.”

Namjoon leans down, placing a gentle kiss against his lips as he whispers, “Even if many days pass, I will be by your side.”

Jungkook smiles at the echoing words they say from each other’s deepest songs. He places another kiss against Namjoon’s lips and falls into his arms as they fly above the night sky.

We Started It

Chapter 6: Inner Child

Taehyung groaned as he knocked his cast against one of the keyboards again, sending a jolt of pain up his arm. He clutched it to his chest and leaned back in his chair trying to keep his whimpers down as the pain eased.

“Stop taking your arm out of the sling. You really should just rest for a while,” Yoongi commented as he entered the room, he placed a set of files on the desk next to Taehyung’s keyboard. “We still haven’t gotten the new DNA samples from the men we’re surveillancing and these files can be put into the system later. A few days isn’t going to make that much of a difference right now.”

“What exactly am I supposed to do then?” Taehyung groaned, pushing himself away from the desk, picking up the sling and placing it over his head as he slipped his cast back inside. “I hate feeling useless.”

Yoongi surveyed him for a moment before waving him to follow him out the room, “Come with me, I think I have an idea.”

Taehyung followed after him curiously as he led him through the apartment and into the elevator, Yoongi pressed the button for the lobby and pulled out his phone as they descended. He gestured for Taehyung to step into the car waiting for them and pulled himself inside straight after.

“Have you traveled much of Gangneug before?” Yoongi asked, tucking his phone away in his pocket as the car drove down the busy highways.

Taehyung shook his head, “I haven’t been outside of Daegu very often, most short term contracts I’ve done have kept me at their headquarters for the duration of it.”

Yoongi nods in understanding, “Then this should be a treat for you. I remember you telling me that you had an interest in art.”

“I did,” Taehyung grinned, a passing comment he had made after seeing all of the art installations in Namjoon’s apartment. He’s surprised that Yoongi even took note of it.

“Have you heard of the Haslla Art World Museum?” Yoongi asks, handing Taehyung a brochure from inside his pocket. “They have both an indoor exhibit and outdoor art installations. And I’ve heard the view from the skywalk is truly spectacular.”

Taehyung looked over the brochure with eager eyes, practically vibrating in his seat with excitement.

Yoongi chuckled as he took in Taehyung’s wide boxy smile, even if he didn’t understand a thing about modern art, it was nice to see Taehyung so excited for it.

Yoongi followed at a steady pace behind Taehyung as he fluttered around the museum pieces, chuckling under his breath as he watched his brown hair flop on top of his head as he bounced around. Taehyung looked utterly young as he pointed at the different colorful art pieces, Yoongi tried to will the pang in his heart away at the sight.

Yoongi had taken note that the longer Taehyung was with them the more the man’s true personality began to shine through. He was nothing like the first week he came to them, cold and sarcastic, instead he was bubbly and utterly hilarious. Yoongi had to keep himself from laughing at all the nicknames Taehyung had for Seokjin, so far ‘alpaca’ was Yoongi’s favorite one out of the bunch.

He listened as Taehyung chatted happily next to him as he read all the art descriptions and artist’s inspiration for their pieces. He practically floated on air as they went through the walls of plastic flowers, bemoaning that they weren’t real. Even when Yoongi pointed out to him how often they’d have to replace the flowers when they wilted.

Yoongi perked in interest as they went through the Pinocchio exhibit, he always had a small hobby in wood carving. Mostly he dabbled in furniture but the little wooden puppets and their mechanics interested him. At some point during their journey through the museum, Taehyung had grabbed his hand to pull him to something and Yoongi had found himself intertwining their fingers before he could drop it.

A light blush had colored Taehyung’s tanned cheeks, but he only squeezed Yoongi’s fingers as they continued through the halls side by side. Yoongi had never been so glad for all his years of training that kept his expression neutral, instead of smiling like an idiot as he held onto Taehyung’s hand.

They rose up the steel steps onto the skywalk, a warm ocean breeze fluttering across their faces as they looked out at the summer blue East Sea. Taehyung tugged them over to the railing and his eyes danced as he took in the view. Yoongi watched as Taehyung tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and breathed in the salty air with ecstasy.

“At least we choose a good day to be outdoors,” Yoongi chuckled, leaning against the side of the railings as he peered down at the evergreen trees below.

Taehyung hummed in agreement, his eyes opening again as he looked down at Yoongi. “Thank you for bringing me here, Yoongi-ssi. I didn’t know how much I needed this.”

Yoongi shrugged but smiled, “Think nothing of it, I was getting bored in that stuffy apartment anyway. And you can call me hyung, Taehyung-ssi. I think we’re past the need for formalities now.”

Taehyung grinned widely, “Just Taehyung then, hyung.”

Yoongi smiled back at him and tugged him away from the railing, “Come on, we still have the outdoor art pieces to see.”

Yoongi walked alongside Taehyung across the dirt pathways, dodging the odd tourist as they looked over the art pieces among the trees and tall sea grass. Taehyung kept to a steady pace as they climbed the wooden walkway that led towards an overlook. The view at the top looked over the ocean and the colorful Haslla building.

“I can see why they have weddings hosted here, I don’t think we’ve seen one ugly spot as we’ve walked around.” Taehyung mused as they walked around the metal duck sculptures.

Yoongi hums in agreement, peering over at the open grass field below them that’s dotted with black sculptures. “Convenient of them to have a hotel here as well. Good honeymoon location, if you wanted to get both done at once.”

“I think I’d want to travel, if I was ever to marry, I’d want to travel after my wedding. See all the places I’ve never been to, go to the places I’ve always dreamed of going to.” Taehyung says idly as they start making their way back down the wood planks towards the entrance.

“Where would you want to go?” Yoongi asks, his thumb absentmindedly running across Taehyung’s pointer finger as they walk.

Taehyung hums in thought, “There’s so much of Korea that I haven’t even seen, places like this, Jeju Island. But I’ve always dreamed of going to Paris. Peakboy has told me that the city isn’t as glamorous as the movies make it out to be, but I still want to see it.”

Yoongi tightened his grip on Taehyung’s hand briefly, “Certain parts of Paris have been over exaggerated, but it’s still a beautiful city with a rich history.”

Taehyung looks over at him, “Have you been there, hyung?”

Yoongi nods, “Briefly, not really a sightseeing mission but what I did see made it worth the trip. It’ll be worth it. The day you get to go, it’ll be worth it.”

“I hope so, I hope I get to see it someday.” Taehyung sighed as Yoongi tugged him into their waiting car.

As Taehyung and Yoongi started to part ways after entering the penthouse from the elevator, Taehyung tugged Yoongi to a stop just before they dropped each other’s hands. He leaned down and placed a kiss on the man’s pale cheek.

“Thank you for today hyung,” he whispered before pulling away and walking down the hall towards his room.

Yoongi raised a bewildered hand to his cheek and shook himself as he walked to his own room, fighting to keep his wide smile off his face.

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We Started It

Epilogue: Slow Dancing

5 Years Later

Yoongi fiddles with the silver band around his ring finger as he works on the piles of paperwork on his desk. He glances at the new wedding picture that Taehyung had dropped off, staring at the wide boxy smile on his husband’s face. His eyes trace Taehyung’s figure as he stands clutching Yoongi’s side in front of the metal ducks at the Haslla Museum. Yoongi has to admit he likes this photo more than their honeymoon one in front of the Eiffel Tower.

A knock at the door tears his eyes away from his husband’s handsome face.

“Come in,” Yoongi calls, raising a brow in confusion as a youthful face pokes his head around the doorframe. “Can I help you?”

“Ah,” the boy stutters, shuffling into the room. His fraying sneakers squeak against the floor as he walks over to the chair in front of Yoongi’s desk. “The lady downstairs said to talk to you about a possible job opening, as a bartender.”

Yoongi nods as he takes in the boy’s scrappy appearance, his tattered pants, loose black shirt, and beaten black backpack that has a small purple heart pin on the strap. “Do you have any experience as a bartender?”

The boy shakes his head but says quickly, “But I can learn! I pick things up really quickly, I’m sure I can learn!”

Yoongi hums, clicking his tongue. “Are you even old enough to serve alcohol?”

“I’m turning eighteen next month, on the first.” The boy says quickly. “That would be enough time to get me trained and then I can get straight to work.”

Yoongi frowns and opens his mouth to send the boy away, but stops when the boy grasps his hands together tightly in his lap and hangs his head in preparation for the denial. He pauses and takes a real good look at the boy. He's young and looks like he’s been on the street for the past few weeks.

“Do you have anywhere to stay during your training?” Yoongi asks, already guessing the answer as the boy blinks up at him.

He shakes his head, “No sir, I would have to ask for an advancement on my first paycheck so I can get myself a place to stay.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue, “How long have you been in Seoul?”

“I’ve been here for school, but I’ve only been on my own for the past three weeks.” The boy answers scrunching his brows in confusion at Yoongi’s questions.

Yoongi doesn’t press on the reason why he’s been on the streets, only nods as he pulls out a sheet of paper from his desk. “Name, date of birth, and clothing size. You’ll be staying with my husband and I until we can get you trained and working. I don’t give advancements to employees that haven’t shown me what they’re capable of.”

“Oh no sir, you don’t have to…” the boy stops at the look Yoongi levels at him and gives a swift bow as he gives a quiet thank you. “My name is Jeon Jungkook.”

“Well Jungkook-ah, if you will follow me.” Yoongu says standing after filling out the contract for his employment. “I’ll show you where you’ll be staying, my husband should be home by now. Do you have any food allergies that we need to know about?”

Jungkook blinks as Yoongi guides him by the shoulder onto the elevator, “I have a gluten allergy.”

Yoongi smiles and presses the seven button, “We can work with that.”

The elevator door closes and Yoongi’s smile grows as the sounds of smooth jazz grow louder and louder as they rise.

“Yoons, is that you?” A deep voice calls before Taehyung pops around the corner and smiles widely as he catches sight of Yoongi as the doors open again to their home.

“Yeah I’m home,” Yoongi mutters, pulling Jungkook forward to introduce the pair. He takes in the sight of his tall husband bouncing on his toes as he shakes Jungkook’s hand and leads him to their guest bedroom.

He walks into the kitchen to check on the dinner that Taehyung had started, petting their poodle, Holly, as he passed him on the couch. Yeontan, their newest pomeranian puppy, jumped from his little bed in the corner and followed Yoongi into the kitchen, yapping excitedly at his heels.

“Go bother your Appa, Tannie.” Yoongi mutters to the black fluff ball, only to get an indignant yip in response. He sighs and hands the menace a little slice of chicken from the simmering pan, “You’re nearly as bad as him. I swear Jiminie gave you to us just to annoy me.”

Yeontan runs off with his prize and Yoongi laughs as he watches his short little feet dash across the hardwoods. He turns back to the stove and starts lowering the heat of the pots, mentally calculating to see if they had enough food to feed an obviously very hungry teenager. Arms come around Yoongi’s shoulders as he’s moving to check the rice cooker, he lays a hand on the wrist of one as he feels Taehyung bury his nose into the top of his head.

“You brought home a stray,” Taehyung chuckles, running his thumbs over Yoongi’s collarbone.

Yoongi grunts, “We’re probably going to need to go shopping for him tomorrow. I don’t think he has anything but what’s in that scrappy backpack of his.”

Taehyung hums in agreement and ducks his head down against the side of Yoongi’s neck, shuffling behind him as Yoongi moves back in front of the stove. “I’m having him take a shower now, looks like the boy hasn’t been able to wash properly in weeks. What did he come here for?”

“A job as a bartender,” Yoongi answers, tasting one of the sauces before giving a spoon full for Taehyung to try. He gets a hum of approval for it and turns down the heat to keep it at a gentle simmer. “He’s not old enough to serve alcohol now, his birthday is the first of September.”

“We’ll have to celebrate then,” Taehyung murmurs, placing a kiss against the side of Yoongi’s neck before pulling away from him completely. He moves to Yoongi’s side and starts helping him finish the dinner.

Jungkook comes out of the guest room a moment later, his hair a wet mop on top of his head and cleaner clothes on his body. He blinks at the array of food on the table and his stomach audibly grumbles.

“Ah, sorry,” he mutters, clutching his stomach as Taehyung and Yoongi simply chuckle and wave him over to sit down with them.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll get you fed up in no time.” Taehyung chuckles, patting his shoulder and scooping large portions onto his plate. He waves off any protest from Jungkook, “Eat up, we can always order more food if we need to. I didn’t expect another guest tonight.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook murmurs, bowing his head to them before slowly digging into his plate. A scowl appears on the boy’s face and Yoongi almost worries about having made the sauce too spicy, even if Taehyung could handle it, when the boy moans in ecstasy and mutters a quiet, “So good.”

Yoongi chuckles as he starts digging to his own plate, he feels Taehyung lay a gentle hand on his thigh and he drops his free one to interlace their fingers. They share a brief smile before focusing on their food and start a conversation with their new guest.

As he watches Taehyung and Jungkook talk animatedly to each other, Yoongi idly wonders how long the boy will be staying with them.

New chapter just posted!

Chapter 7 out of 12, posting every Monday now that I’ve finished the first draft of all the chapters!