He lets himself into the house quietly.

He knows his mother as well as Jungkook's father are still going to be at work, but his mother had let him know that Jungkook would likely be home when Yoongi arrived.

The door being unlocked confirms to him immediately this to be the case.

He walks to his old bedroom, by some miracle without running into Jungkook, dumps his bag down on his old twin bed then listens to see if he can hear any clues about where Jungkook is in the house.

He hears the tinny sound of a movie playing in the basement and has a brief internal struggle.

Does he go search Jungkook out or avoid him at least until their parents are home so he has some sort of buffer before being alone with him.

It's been two years, you asshole. He isn't some stranger, it's Jungkook. You've missed him, go to him. Don't be a baby his internal voice scolds.

In the end, he decides he needs to buck up and be an adult.

He steels himself, shaking out his arms, clenching and unclenching his fists, and marches towards the stairs.

Better to do this now, be somewhat in control of the situation, instead of risking dragging their parents into an awkward, silent battle they are more than likely unaware of.

When he's descended the last step he can barely see the top of a tousled head of what looks to be chestnut-brown hair poking over the top of the couch.

It's lighter than Yoongi has ever seen his hair before. It surprises him.

Almost makes him wonder if this is Jungkook at all and if it weren't for the fact that Ironman was playing on the flatscreen across from the couch he'd have more doubts.

Yoongi clears his throat, palms sweaty.

"H-hey," Yoongi winces at the stutter in his voice.

Get it together Min.

Jungkook turns to look at him, and Yoongi feels like he just got sucker punched in the gut.

Jungkook has existed in Yoongi's mind for the last two years as the tall, beautiful boy who shyly told Yoongi he loved him.

But, this Jungkook? This Jungkook in front of him right now? This Jungkook is a man.

His hair has indeed been lightened from it's natural nearly black, brown color.

It is a little long– dark roots barely beginning to show– with his fringe being parted in a way so that his forehead is seen and a jawline that could cut glass.

His shoulders are insanely broad. The same with his chest.

Not just broad but muscular.

(Yoongi thinks this Jungkook could probably lift him with one hand.)

He's honestly the most stunning man Yoongi has ever seen, and– shit, Yoongi is definitely gawking like an idiot.

Jungkook seems to be in better control of his expression as he coolly gives Yoongi a once-over, his face unreadable.

"You're back," he says disinterestedly before turning back to his movie.

Yoongi can feel himself gaping at the back of Jungkook's head.

When Jungkook throws his arms over the back of the couch, Yoongi's wide eyes drift across the expanse of ink on his right arm, the sight nearly causing him to collapse.

Holy shit.

Thank God Jungkook seems to have moved past whatever feelings he had for Yoongi because if Yoongi found teenage Jungkook hard to resist, full-grown-man Jungkook is going to be impossible to keep at a distance.

Yoongi walks carefully to the recliner beside the couch, the furthest seat from where the younger is sat, taking a seat without another word.

Jungkook seems intent on ignoring Yoongi to watch the movie and Yoongi takes full advantage, attempting to be more discreet with his observing now, soaking in every last long inch of him.

He has to be a few inches taller than Yoongi. Which, really, was to be expected. Everyone seems to be taller than Yoongi.

(Well, everyone but Jimin.)

Jungkook's wearing a slightly oversized white t-shirt with a pair of joggers that seem well fitted and even though he's seated Yoongi can tell they likely do very little to hide the definition of his legs.

Yoongi's eyes trail up his arm, wanting so badly to get closer in order to make out more clearly each of the tattoos on the defined, veiny forearm-

"Stop staring," Jungkook snaps suddenly.

"Sorry," Yoongi flushes, gulping down his dry throat. "You just look... different than I remember."

Jungkook snorts. "Yeah. That's what happens when you go years without seeing someone; they change. Surprise, surprise." He cuts a glance over to Yoongi, "Yet, somehow you look the same. Maybe a little older, but the same."

Yoongi huffs an awkward sounding laugh.

"Do I?" He looks down at himself. "I guess it's possible. I'm definitely still too fair. Too skinny. And shorter than I'd like to be. I didn't have that miraculous growth spurt I'd hoped for after going off to college."

Yoongi can see Jungkook lips curl into an amused smile before he comments, "I'd say all of that checks out."

"Better to be the same than be to fat and balding at my age. Although, you always did tease me about being a sort of Benjamin Button," Yoongi smiles softly, feeling lighter as the conversation continues. "Born an ornery old man, aging backwards."

"You always acted– always spoke– like you were decades older than you were. I never said you looked it," he clarifies, unable to keep the crooked smile as he too remembers back.

After a beat, Yoongi musters up his courage to speak again. "I, um, I want to talk to you before our parents get here."

"Nothing to talk about," Jungkook says, wiping all emotion from his face again as he turns his attention back to the TV. "We haven't run into each other for years, now you're here. Your mother is gonna be thrilled you're back. She hasn't stopped talking about it-"

"I'm sorry," Yoongi interrupts. "I'm sorry for running away like I did. You don't have to accept my apology, I just want to explain myse-"

Jungkook stands up. "Nothing to explain. I was a dumb, confused kid. That's all there is to it."

Just as Jungkook turns to start on his way to the stairs, Yoongi gets to his feet and follows after him.

"It's not that simple," he comments firmly.

Jungkook spins on his heal, shouting with gritted teeth, "Yes it is! You've made it perfectly clear how simple it is to push me away when you ignored me!"

"Just let me explain," Yoongi requests gently. "Please."

"You abandoned me!" Jungkook voices, "You promised you wouldn't hate me, then you abandoned me and ignored me-"

"I ignored you because I didn't know how to deal with what I felt! I had been trying so hard to ignore the thoughts I started having. The feelings I had been developing... So excuse me for feeling guilty about what I was feelings for my own fucking brother!" Yoongi shouts back.

Jungkook does nothing but blink at him, rooted to his spot, but Yoongi sees as a dark veil of anger slowly colors his expression in hostility.

"Don't lie to me," Jungkook sneers. "Don't lie to me you asshole."

Yoongi has never heard Jungkook sound like this. So... aggressive.

"You can go fuck yourself big brother," he hisses, voice laced with venom.

He then turns his back again to Yoongi, storming up the stairs, slamming the door at the top.

Yoongi mopes, shoulders slumped, before dropping himself back onto the couch.

He hangs his head, pressing his palms to his eyes as the familiar lump forms rapidly in his throat.

That could have gone about a million times better.