Summary: Yoongi doesn't normally stay for breakfast after they spend the night together. In fact, he's usually gone by the time Jungkook wakes up.

Today though, today he stayed. And that gave Jungkook hope.

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As sleep leaves Jungkook he tries to turn onto his side to adjust in his spot but he finds it difficult to move.

There's a weighted warmth across his torso holding him down.

He doesn't remember grabbing his heavier comforter to sleep with after Yoongi left-

Wait.

He doesn't remember waking up at all when Yoongi left, which is odd because he always does.

The minute the bed shifts and his arms are unlocked from around Yoongi's tiny waist he will peak through his lashes, watching with a frown on his lips as Yoongi gathers his clothes to get dressed before slipping out of his room.

Last night though... he doesn't remember doing that.

He slowly cracks an eye open to assess what's keeping him from getting more comfortable.

It's not his blanket but rather an arm– Yoongi's arm– slung over his torso while he rests his check against the younger's chest.

His warm breath barely fans across Jungkook's skin while the sheets are the only thing covering their bare bodies.

When Jungkook sees that it's Yoongi, he slows his breathing, happy to see him but also suddenly hyper aware of his movements.

He doesn't want to wake the man, but he also wants to see the time because he swears it looks to be getting close to sunrise but that can't be right because Yoongi's still here.

Yoongi's never still here.

He slowly turns his head to look at the clock on his bedside table, seeing that it's close to seven thirty.

When he hears Yoongi mumble something at the same time he shifts against his side, Jungkook freezes.

He then slowly turns his head back, casting his eyes down to look at the thankfully still sleeping man.

He's adjusted his position in such a way that Jungkook can see his features a bit more clearly in the gradually illuminating room.

He never gets tired of seeing Yoongi like this. With his face relaxed, lips pouted the adorable way they do, cheek puffing out a little as he rests it against either Jungkook or a pillow.

Carefully Jungkook shifts, just enough to lift his free arm.

He passes his fingers softly over Yoongi's forehead, sweeping his fringe away to get a better view of his face.

He shouldn't be doing this. He knows that. This is far too intimate, but he can't help himself.

He trails the tip of his finger lightly down the bridge of Yoongi's nose– the button nose he loves to kiss, him having to fight the urge to do just that now– before taking his thumb to run across his parted lips.

The sensations from his touches causes Yoongi to stir, startling Jungkook who instantly jerks his hand away wide-eyed.

After several more seconds of staring– admiring more like– Jungkook begins to debate on what to do.

He really is about to overheat despite being butt naked, but he doesn't want to wake Yoongi because then he'll likely leave, and Jungkook doesn't want that. He never does.

When his stomach rumbles lowly he curses quietly to himself before an idea comes to mind.

It's not a sure thing, but maybe– just maybe– if Jungkook makes breakfast Yoongi will stay. At least for a little longer.

They've never had breakfast together. Not unless it's with their group of friends and certainly not after one of their late night meet ups, but he wants to try.

Wants to test it out to see if there's a chance Yoongi will like it. Maybe even want to do it more often.

Want to stay the night more often.

With this hope in mind he begins to slowly inch his way out of bed, gently lifting Yoongi's arm to hover above his body with one arm while trying his best to move the pillow he's been laying on under Yoongi's head so he can draw himself over the object instead.

Yoongi mumbles again– the inflections in his tone causing Jungkook to deduce them as groggy protests– but he doesn't wake up.

Once out of bed Jungkook tiptoes around and over the discarded articles of clothing to make his way to his dresser for a pair of shorts.

Once found, he tugs them on, foregoing a shirt and underwear because hopefully he- maybe even they- will hop in the shower following breakfast.

After a brief stop in the bathroom to freshen up, he pads his way to the kitchen, opening the fridge to then stand and stare at the mostly empty shelves.

Jungkook isn't much of a cook but he does have a few things he makes fairly well, one of them being omelets.

Thankfully he has the basic ingredients for those as well as enough for two servings.

He makes quick work of getting the ingredients out and the stove ready with the pan heating on low before gathering the other tools he will need.

It only takes a few minutes and just as he is about finished he hears footsteps coming toward him.

He can't help the smile that tugs at his lips that only grows wider when he hears Yoongi let out a tired yawn, the sound being barely loud enough for Jungkook to hear.

"I'm sorry I slept here," Yoongi mumbles as he leans his back against the kitchen island.

I wish you would sleep here every night Jungkook wants to answer, but says instead, "You don't need to apologize. I don't mind."

"But we talked about this. No sleeping over."

Jungkook prods the inside of his check with his  tongue as he slides the omelette onto a plate from the pan.

"I said I don't mind, hyung." Jungkook says in a smaller voice.

"And you cooked breakfast," Yoongi sighs. "This is why we shouldn't stay over. Staying the night leads to waking up together and waking up together leads to more than sex. We can't have that."

Jungkook eyes threaten to tear up as he reaches for the dials to turn off the stove.

From the moment he'd been introduced to Yoongi almost a year ago he had felt a pull towards him, a fascination– but he reasoned it was just because the older was extremely attractive and Jungkook is a horny twenty-two year old.

He accepted this deal with the delusion that he only thought Yoongi was outwardly attractive. That he would be a good fuck and they could remain just friends, nothing more.

From the time this began they had been very clear about their boundaries.

What they wanted to get out of this. What their expectations were.

They talked briefly about if one of them were to catch feelings, saying that if that were the case it would be better to end this to prevent anyone from being heartbroken.

The deal was to leave feelings aside. To keep it physical and Jungkook agreed easily and he had kept any feelings at bay for a while.

It was one month ago that Jungkook realized he'd cracked. That he had done what they said they wouldn't.

They had been at a club with their friends. Everyone was dancing and having a good time when Jimin dragged Jungkook with him to the bar to order some bottles for them all.

While Jimin spoke with the bartender- asking way too many questions about recommendations for Jungkook to be interested in what was being said- Jungkook absentmindedly threw what was meant to be a glance towards where they'd left their friends.

That glance turned into a leer as he caught sight of Yoongi dancing with his back pressed up against some asshole's chest, swaying his hips to the beat.

Jungkook hadn't noticed when the song had changed to a more seductive track, but with how easily Yoongi moved to the music, he couldn't focus on anything else but Yoongi's movements, the song, and the asshole guy grinding against his ass.

He clenched his fists along with his jaw, wanting nothing more than to stalk over there and beat the shit out of the stranger, throw Yoongi over his shoulder and take him back to his place to prove to him how much better Jungkook is than that guy could ever be. Than anyone who tried to get with Yoongi.

As the annoyance started to churn within him along with the angry twisting of his stomach everything became clear.

It was like a switch being flicked on. That's when he knew he was in trouble.

In the weeks since their sex has felt less like fucking and more like love making. At least to Jungkook.

The sex has been good, each time better than the last, and it's made him hopeful. Stupidly hopeful that Yoongi could– or ideally already does– feel the same.

Now here he is, allowing that hope to cloud his mind. Allowing himself to believe that eating breakfast together would change Yoongi's mind.

That an omelette would help the switch be flicked on for Yoongi.

He's so stupid.

"You're right," Jungkook gulps.

He keeps his eyes forward, not wanting to look at Yoongi because he knows- he knows- he will cry if he does.

"I'm sorry, Kook," Yoongi says quietly, sadly "Maybe I'd better go."

Jungkook takes a shaky breath through his nose, closing his eyes.

So so stupid.

"Yeah, okay." He mumbles.

Without saying anything else, Yoongi pads out of the kitchen back to Jungkook's room.

Jungkook leans his palms on the counter as he bares his stare into the flat surface.

He knows he's done this to himself. They had a deal. They had a fucking deal!

He slides the kitchen plates where the two omelettes had been sitting- close to room temperature by now- to the side as his appetite slips away.

When he hears Yoongi clear his throat he stands up straight, feeling like he's pulled himself a little more together, as he turns to look at him.

"T-thank you for letting me stay." Yoongi voices sheepishly, toeing the ground with his hands in his jacket pockets.

Jungkook can only nod in return, not knowing what more he can say.

Well, he knows what he should say, what they'd agreed to say when feelings got involved, but he doesn't quite have the nerve to say it.

Unfortunately, Yoongi does.

"I think- We may need to have some time away from each other..." He bites his lip. "Just so we can-"

Jungkook raises his hand to stop Yoongi from continuing.

He then shoves both hands into the pockets of his shorts, saying, "I agree. We shouldn't see each other for a while."

Jungkook isn't sure if it's his hopeful mind playing tricks on him but he swears he sees sadness flash in Yoongi's eyes before all emotion is wiped away entirely.

"We're on the same page then." Yoongi comments with a nod.

Jungkook nods tentatively in response.

After that Yoongi makes his way to the door to retrieve his shoes so he can go.

Jungkook takes a few deep breaths before slowly following after him.

The silence around them is thick as Yoongi gets his shoes tied, Jungkook still with his hands in his pockets as he observes him doing so.

Once Yoongi stands up straight, they lock eyes immediately.

Before Jungkook can stop himself he feels his eyes tear up again.

The sadness in Yoongi's eyes is unmistakable now as he looks at Jungkook with pity.

With fucking pity and the sight causes Jungkook's heart to clench because that answers his unspoken question.

Tells him that this is one sided.

"I'm sorry, Kook." He whispers. "I didn't mean to hurt-"

"I'll see you around, Hyung." Jungkook manages to voice, knowing Yoongi was about to apologize for hurting him.

Apologize for not feeling the same way for Jungkook that the younger feels for him.

Yoongi stares at Jungkook for a few moments longer before turning towards the door.

"See you around." He says in the same small voice over his shoulder before opening the door and stepping out into the hall.

As soon as the latch clicks Jungkook's tears begin to fall.

He closes the gap to the door, turning his back to lean against it before sinking to the floor.

"I'm so stupid..." He sobs quietly. "So fucking stupid."