There's something so organic about early morning rain showers just as the sun begins to peak over the horizon.

When the sound of rain lightly pelting against the window is the only sound that can be heard.

It's complete serenity in Yoongi's book.

He leans his hip against the countertop with his body turned towards the window, the soft whirring of the Keurig as it brews his cup of coffee the only other sound besides the pitter patter of the rain.

At seven a.m. the world seems to stand still. Only a handful of tired individuals wander the sidewalks within view of his window, making their way to the bus stop to head to work, school or morning errands.

It's nearly the same view everyday, rainy skies or clear.

It's repetitive and he should be bored of it, but he isn't. He loves it.

Loves mornings, even when it's drizzling outside with a prediction of escalating to thunderstorms by the evening.

For now, it's peaceful.

The rain pours down in a steady beat, the rhythm causing Yoongi to feel the heaviness of his worries and busy schedule for the coming week lift from his shoulder, even if only for a short time, before he needs to get ready for the day.

Sometimes the mornings feel like the only time he can take a moment for himself and breath.

After picking up his mug now filled with his preferred dark roast– he's recently changed to decaf– the steam rising into his face in a comforting manner, he lets out a steady exhale to cool the liquid, flitting his eyes from the mug back to the scene outside.

It's the creaking of a door opening– he should really oil the hinges one of these days–  followed by the slightest sound of socked feet walking that pulls Yoongi back to the present.

He doesn't bother turning around, too comfortable in his current position, to feel motivated enough to see who's approaching.

He knows it's not his roommate.

Yoongi was awake when he'd left with the intent of not being present when his guest woke up which means that whoever this is is presumably whoever his roommate had brought home the previous night.

He takes a small sip of his coffee before he offers a greeting, still not moving his eyes from the window.

"Morning."

Yoongi greets, his voice gentle despite its scratchy edge due to this being the first time he's used his voice today.

The abrupt stop of the footsteps makes him huff a quiet laugh.

They obviously hadn't seen him on their mission to sneak out undetected, his presence startling them.

There's an eternity of silence before Yoongi hears the stranger clear their throat and offer a timid, "Morning."

The voice is softer, sweeter, than Yoongi expected.

It isn't raspy with traces of sleep or as startled as Yoongi thought it would be.

His eyebrow twitches in curiosity as he sets his mug down on the cold granite surface of the counter before turning in the direction of the person.

He isn't expecting at all the sight he's met with.

His roommate, Jimin, always had a knack for picking up the best looking person on any given night out. This guy is no exception.

Soft brown hair just past his ears frames very nicely a square, chiseled jaw.

He has probably the biggest brown eyes Yoongi's ever seen, lips stained a natural rosy pink with a button nose perfectly made for his face, and ears adorned in stud and hoop earrings.

Yoongi would have gladly spent more time mapping the details of the man's features if it weren't for his yet to be clothed torso on full display.

The man had a toned chest, a rippling stomach, tight fitting jeans, which must be from his outfit the night before, with what looks to be a wadded up shirt in one hand and some black biker boots in the other.

What really has Yoongi's pulse quickening as he gawks at the gorgeous– because he is gorgeous– stranger though is the sleeve of tattoos running up his right arm that is on full display.

He would feel worse for gawking at the man if the brunette wasn't staring right back with an intensity of his own.

He's looking straight at him, eyes wide and curious, beautiful in the way Yoongi can see the endless curiosity, a lust for learning and experiencing new things that swirl in his irises.

It's refreshing, he thinks, to see someone so openly display their emotions.

Comforting, somehow, as is the way softness can be found in the sculpted, youthful looking face of the man.

Harsh yet soft, Yoongi sees the perfect balance in the man and he wonders why this face isn't on every billboard and every TV station.

Yoongi is rightfully impressed by the sight before him.

"Jiminie did good," he comments to what was meant to be only himself as he reaches for his cup to take another sip.

"T-Thanks, I think..." the man stutters, his cheeks turning the most endearing shade of red as he sways on his heels.

Yoongi smiles against the rim of his mug, surprised he was heard, but not quite as embarrassed by the fact as he probably ought to be.

Yoongi watches as a soft, flustered smile curve the strangers lips and his eyes drop down to look at the floor beneath his feet.

It's now that the stranger chooses to set down his shoes and tug on his shirt, which Yoongi finds such a shame really.

When the shirt is tugged into place, the man steps around his shoes in Yoongi's direction, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

"Where, um, where is he, by the way."

"I'm afraid he had to head into work early," Yoongi answers the readily available excuse he usually gives on Jimin's behalf.

The man hums, continuing on his path towards the kitchen, an knowing smirk pulling at his lips.

"Ah, you mean he dipped out before I could, huh."

"He sends his deepest apologies. It's terribly unlike him to do this," Yoongi answers, a hint of mirth in his tone.

He raises his mug to take another sip, purposely ignoring the skip of his heartbeat at the fact that the man is coming closer towards him instead of rushing to leave at realizing Jimin is gone.

When the man is across from him, Yoongi notices him eyeing his mug.

"Would you like some coffee?" He asks before blurting, "Or maybe some breakfa-"

His eyes widen before he even finishes voicing the question because he hadn't intended on offering such a thing.

He never has before, and he's bid farewell to a fair amount of Jimin's one-night stands as well as his own without such a courteous offer.

The man seems equally as surprised by what's been said, dark brows raised and eyes slightly widened.

"I was going to make myself something anyway," Yoongi adds quickly, trying to mask the slight awkwardness as he simultaneously brushes off that its actually a complete lie. He hardly ever has breakfast.

"I can easily make a bigger serving," Yoongi mumbles.

He turns away from the other, busying himself with reaching into cupboards not looking for anything in particular with his back to the man, aiming to hide the growing embarrassment more than find ingredients for a meal.

It feels like hours before anything is said.

"Jungkook," the stranger suddenly speaks up, and Yoongi turns around quickly.

"What?"

"My name, it's Jungkook. And sure. I'd love some breakfast," he voices happily and the smile he flashes is childish and bright, making even the grey skies outside seem a little brighter.

"Yoongi," the other introduces himself, reciprocating with a friendly smile, just a bit smaller. And shyer.

He watches as Jungkook's eyes visibly sparkle, wrinkling at the edges in the most devastatingly adorable way as his smile widens.

It has Yoongi's heart swooning so unexpectedly that he almost drops the frying pan he's just taken out of the cupboard.

"Nice to meet you, Yoongi," Jungkook voices, taking a seat on one of the wooden stools by the kitchen island.

"And you as well, Jungkook," Yoongi smiles, retrieving the carton of eggs from the fridge along with a bad of shredded cheese.

It's quiet again, but comfortably so, as Yoongi begins pouring various spices into a bowl with cracked eggs with the intention of making a simple egg scramble that will later be topped with the cheese.

"Do you invite all your roommate's hookups to breakfast?" Jungkook asks, a certain level of playfulness in his tone as he watches Yoongi cook.

"Actually, no," Yoongi begins, grabbing a pair of metal chopsticks to scramble the ingredients together. "My usual script consists of some sort of greeting followed by an apology that Jimin had somewhere to be and had already left  before offering a pen and paper for you to leave your number, if he didn't already have it that is, so he can call in one to three business days."

"But, he doesn't call, right?" Jungkook places his elbow on the counter before resting his chin on his fist with a cheeky grin.

Yoongi gasps in mock offense. "Whatever makes you think he wouldn't call?"

Jungkook doesn't say anything, just gives Yoongi a look like he's saying this isn't his first one night stand and it obviously isn't Jimin's either.

"Yeah, no. He rarely calls. But, the gesture is quite nice, wouldn't you agree?" Yoongi smirks, pouring the eggs into the now heated pan.

Jungkook laughs, his eyes nearly closing entirely and it makes Yoongi's own smile widen.

"Well, I feel very privileged to have skipped that well prepared monologue and been invited to have breakfast with you instead."

"Yes. You should feel very privileged," Yoongi grins and he can feel his cheeks as well as his ears warming again.

Then he feels them full blown burn as he sees from the corner of his eye Jungkook lean forward on his forearms, veins popping and muscles flexing as he does so.

"I shall not take for granted free food made by a hot chef," he shrugs, tilting his head as he drags his eyes down Yoongi's body.

It makes Yoongi snort a laugh in mild disbelief at how shameless the comment is.

"Don't speak so soon. This lukewarm-at-best chef," Yoongi corrects, lopsided smile on his lips, "might be poisoning your free food this very moment," he teases.

It's Jungkook's turn to laugh, light and melodic.

In this moment, Yoongi forgets the drizzling rainfall and skies of grey outside his window.

It almost feels as though he's living out that old doo-wop song by The Temptations; My Girl.

With Jungkook sitting here, laughing and joking around so effortlessly with him, almost as if they'd known eachother far years rather than having just met, Yoongi does feel like he has sunshine on a cloudy day.

Sunshine in the form of Jungkook.

There is a sense of familiarity Yoongi is surprised by, but welcomes all the same, between them and he feels just as relaxed as he'd felt watching the rain.

He only tenses up for a split second at the thought, surprised at the observation.

"So, tell me about yourself, Jungkook. Who are you?" Yoongi ends up asking, when he's serving up two plates of eggs.

He slides Jungkook's plate to him across the bar along with a pair of chopsticks, setting his own plate down on the counter opposite Jungkook so he can more comfortably carry on with their conversing.

"Well, I am a second year photography major, a food enthusiast and the newest name on your roommates list of one-night stands it seems." He chuckles before taking a bite of his eggs.

"A prestigious list. Very exclusive." Yoongi smirks before wiggling his brows. "How was your stay here in our humble home, by the way? Shall I be expecting a five star rating to go along with your glowing review on the outstanding check-out service at the Park and Min Inn?"

Jungkook nearly chokes on his food.

Once he's composed himself just enough to get audible words out, he gasps, "Park and Min Inn?!" He throws his head back, starting another round of overly amused cackling.

"Fuck, that's a terrible name! I'm sorry, but you'd be out of business within a month." He comments, lips pressed tight to suppress more laughter; not sounding sorry at all.

Yoongi raises a taunting brow. "Not with your review we won't. People will come from all over the world to see just how great the gentleman overseeing Guest Check-Out, a.k.a. I, the Min of Park and Min Inn, am," he raises his head, looking off into the distance dramatically to emphasize his declaration.

Jungkook lets his cackling ring out loudly without reserve and the sound is contagious.

After more laughter, teasing and light conversation, Yoongi informs Jungkook that it is unfortunately time for him to get ready for work.

He smiles to himself when he catches the mildly disappointed pout on the younger– because they do find out during their conversation that Jungkook is younger than Yoongi– man's lips at the news.

After helping with the dishes, which Jungkook insisted on doing, and pulling on his boots, he asks Yoongi for a pen and a paper.

Yoongi's a little confused by the request, but he gladly reaches into a nearby drawer and retrieves the items, handing them over.

He watches as Jungkook scribbles down what looks like his number and Yoongi deflates a little, thinking he is leaving it for Jimin.

"I know you said your usual routine is to give these to your roommate," Jungkook blushes, setting the pen aside before meeting Yoongi's eyes and stretching his hand towards the elder with the paper between his fingers.

"But I was hoping," he continues, "You might keep this one for yourself?"

Yoongi breaks into a wide smile, reaching out his hand, fingers brushing with Jungkook's as he takes the paper.

"This will definitely be one I don't plan on sharing," Yoongi says, staring down at the paper, tracing each digit with his eyes.

"Alright, well, thank you for the delicious breakfast. It was really nice to meet you Yoongi-sshi," Jungkook smiles, softer now, as he walks backwards towards the front door behind him. "And, I do hope to hear from you soon."

"It was nice to meet you as well, Jungkook. And you can call me hyung," Yoongi voices, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, not breaking eye contact with the other.

All too soon, Jungkook is closing the door behind him after giving one last wish for Yoongi to have a good day before a final goodbye.

Yoongi's head is spinning as he tries to make sense of the last hour.

Everything happened so quickly yet much too slowly at the same time.

When a flash of lightening illuminates the kitchen from the window, Yoongi is jolted back to the present.

The rain is coming down much harder now than it was before.

Yoongi only pauses for a second before concern hits him.

Jungkook had nothing but a t-shirt and jeans on. He isn't prepared for rain!

God, Yoongi should have offered him a ride, not just let him leave the way he did.

Yoongi doesn't even know if Jungkook got a ride to their place with Jimin or if he drove himself.

He could be forced to walk home or to the bus stop in this weather for all Yoongi knows.

Ugh, why didn't he just offer him a ride!

Hurriedly pulling on his jacket he stuffs his socked feet into his shoes, not bothering with lacing them up, before getting his umbrella and racing out the door.

He's barely over the threshold when he runs straight into a hard body.

Scrunching his nose, he looks up to see Jungkook looking like he's on the verge of giggling as he peers down at him.

Yoongi scowls, keeping his amusement off his face. "Don't laugh at me, brat. I was coming to save you from being soaked in the rain and getting pneumonia!"

"I haven't said a word," Jungkook shakes his head, eyes wide and innocent looking despite the devilish spark in them.

Yoongi lets out a huff.

They stare at each other in silence for a beat longer before Yoongi clears his throat.

"Did you, um, forget something?"

"I did," Jungkook nods. "I left my jacket in your roommates room."

"Ah," Yoongi hums. "Well, let's go get it, shall we?"

They make their way back into the apartment, side by side, Yoongi hovering out in the hallway as Jungkook retrieves his jacket from Jimin's room.

After stepping out of the room, Yoongi sees Jungkook start shrugging the jacket into place.

A perfectly fitted leather jacket because why wouldn't Jungkook– a man who appears to have walked straight off of a runway in Paris in just the simple t-shirt and jeans he'd already been wearing– have topped the outfit off with such an aesthetically appealing article of clothing.

Suddenly, Yoongi's mouth works faster then his brain for the second time this morning– he wholeheartedly blames the jacket– and he asks yet another question he hadn't anticipated.

"Do you have any plans today?"

Jungkook quirks a perfectly manicured brow as he straightens his jacket collar. "I'm free all day, actually. Why do you ask?"

Yoongi's pupils shake, but he tries his best to hide how pleased he is at the news Jungkook is free, averting his gaze as he scrambles for a reason to spend more time getting to know Jungkook.

He has his number, sure, but he doesn't want today to be over. Not just yet.

He slides his eyes over to the window, seeing the rain is still coming down hard, which means going out somewhere might be a little hard.

Now that his eyes are in the direction of the kitchen though, he remembers something, and has an idea.

"I don't know how you feel about lamb, but I have some cuts I was going to be preparing today for skewers. If I start marinating them now they would be ready to cook by lunch... if you're interested?"

Yoongi hasn't been looking at Jungkook the whole time he's been talking, but when he hears the clinking of metal, he levels his eyes on the younger man.

His brows raise as he sees Jungkook removing his jacket.

He watches in silence as Jungkook takes the piece of clothing and tosses over the back of the nearest chair before leaning down to unlace his boots.

Once those are off he sets them to the side as well before turning his attention again to Yoongi.

"How could I say no to another meal by a, what did you say? A lukewarm chef?" He chuckles with a shake of his head, grinning, wide and bright. "Which is very untrue, by the way."

"I would love to stay," he smiles moments later and Yoongi is taken back by the tinge of fondness in both his gaze and his smile.

Yoongi smiles right back. "Good- great. Okay, uh. Let me just make a quick call and I'll be right back. Just make yourself at home."

On his way to his room to retrieve his phone, intending to call in and request a literal rain-check on his lunch with Hoseok, Yoongi is again left with only the sound of the rain pattering on the windows.

It's calm and relaxing, everything he always looks forward to.

Only this time, he'll be sharing it with someone who makes him feel equally as peaceful as his beloved rainy days.