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"Do you seriously want me to believe that the only reason why Jungkook hasn't moved out of your house, despite him being more than capable of renting, is because he makes good coffee?"
Yoongi has a headache and having his best friend scold him for the sixth time that day wasn't going to help it go away. So Yoongi did what anyone else would've done in his position, he pressed his button and his security came in, and took Namjoon (the scolding best friend) away.
"Thanks, Taehyung," Yoongi massaged his temples, looking up at one of his security. The guy was too pretty to be a security guard and maybe that's the only reason why Yoongi keeps him around. To liven up the place and be a nice pretty art-like masterpiece to drool at whenever a bad day comes around.
Taehyung, despite his exaggerated resume, isn't qualified for the job. Yoongi knew this the moment the tall guy walked into his office. But he was so pretty and interesting that Yoongi couldn't help but want to keep him. Almost like a puppy that Yoongi likes to protect from the world.
Which is one of the reasons why Namjoon (in case you forgot, the scolding best friend) was yelling at him for. Too nice. Too kind. Too much. Too! Too!
It wasn't like Yoongi didn't understand his best friend, because he did. Despite what Namjoon says, he knows that he can be a little too nice and a little too capable of taking care of others. That has always been Yoongi's fault.
Even when people tagged him as the 'cold boss' or the 'one who never cares for others,' Yoongi was always there for people. Offering shoulders, offering raises to people who needed them, paying off taxis for employees who stayed late with him.
Yet, the nickname 'Cold One' always stuck with Yoongi. From middle school and to this day. People, friends, family members, and employees are hesitant to talk to him because of the nickname.
It's all talk. Yoongi isn't a bad guy, he just has a short temper, stays up too late, and gets lonely sometimes. Not to mention he has a company to run, employees to check up on and keep in order. 'Too nice,' might be an overstatement on Namjoon's part. Yoongi can live up to his name, if and when he wants to.
Just like right now, having his best friend be carried away by Taehyung and dumped at the sidewalk with a taxi (already paid) waiting for him.
"This is the third time you've kicked him out," Taehyung says, fixing the button on his sleeve. "He gets feistier with every time."
Yoongi looked back at his computer, clicking the new email he got. He skimmed it over, frowning at the screen. "It's his fault for being nosy."
Another employee was sick and asking for sick leave. It was the third one this week. Once again, not that Yoongi is mean, it's just that they were about to embark on a new project and he needed everyone from that floor to be here for it.
"Was it about Jungkook?"
Yoongi didn't bother looking up, why pretend to be shocked because this was Taehyung he was talking to. People, even Yoongi sometimes, made him out to be this cute clueless guy but Taehyung was much more perspective. That, and Yoongi is pretty sure he caught them making out in his office once.
Taehyung chuckled at Yoongi's lack of response, both of them knowing very well that Taehyung was right. But with Yoongi's headache, which was turning into a migraine, Yoongi could care less.
"I have to hand it to you," Taehyung said, dropping the honorifics in his speech, probably remembering that Yoongi asked him to from the beginning. Yoongi never was one to care for it, just know your own limitations and don't be an asshole. "I never really painted you as someone for an office romance. It's cute."
Fuck did Yoongi hate the word 'cute.' The amount of times Jungkook called him that made Yoongi angry. He turned his frown at Taehyung, who smiled, why was he still here again?
"It's not that big of a deal," Yoongi clicked to reply to the email, writing the same thing he'd been writing for the other emails. How Yoongi appreciates them notifying him, reminds them of the upcoming project, and hopes they feel better.
"Hyung, it's you we're talking about. Have you met Jungkook? He's the complete opposite of you," Taehyung sat down, making Yoongi wonder how long this conversation was going to be.
"It's 2018," Yoongi turned his gaze to Taehyung. "You'd think people would learn how to mind their own fucking business by now."
Taehyung smiled again, when was Yoongi ever going to break his patience? It was almost annoying how good Taehyung was at handling Yoongi. Almost as good as Jungkook, almost.
"Did we get a raise?"
"No," Yoongi rubbed his temples again, wondering if his secretary was back from his lunch yet. "Why?"
Taehyung hummed a short tune, Yoongi opening his eyes to stare at him. "I saw Jungkook with an expensive brand so I thought maybe we did."
This little shit. "Taehyung, please leave before I fire you."
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Yoongi took off his watch, sighing softly. He walkedd inside his closet and towards his cabinet of watches. He slowly place his watch down, eyes moving to his home clothes. Sometimes he forgot how casual he used to dress. In nothing but Converse and sweaters that were always too big for him. Now his closet was filled with suits and expensive watches.
After changing into just a white shirt and black skinnies, Yoongi walks out into his kitchen, smiling at his chef. "Hey Jinnie," Yoongi opens his fridge to get a bottled water. "Jungkook come yet?"
His chef, and hyung, Seokjin shook his head. "Not yet but the brat has been coming home later than you have," he shook his head. "You should put him a collar and curfew."
Yoongi grinned as he sat down on of the stools in the kitchen, watching in awe as Seokjin worked his magic. "Let him be," Yoongi said, his leg bouncing. "He's old enough to know better."
Seokjin hummed, slowly dropping the vegetables his cut into a pot. "He's old enough to move out too, don't you think?"
"Namjoon spoke to you," Yoongi sighed, feeling the headache he worked so fucking hard to get rid of coming back. "That's not surprising since you two are practically attached."
Seokjin scoffed, "I'm my own person, you know, I can come up with conclusions and opinions just fine."
"Never said you couldn't, hyung." Yoongi felt his phone vibrate, making him sigh. He should've left his phone in his room, if he got one more 'sick, can't work, boss' email, Yoongi might start screaming.
J. Jungkook • Don't wait up.
Yoongi chuckled, putting the phone back in his pocket. "Just me tonight, Jinnie," he said, yawning into his palm. "I'm going to shower then eat. You can leave after."
Seokjin hummed, stirring the contents in the pot. "He's not coming again?"
"Might move out sooner than you think," Yoongi walked to his bedroom but never took a shower or came out. Without warning, his body quickly fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
Seokjin, knowing Yoongi better than Yoongi knew, put the finished stew in the refrigerator and turned off all the lights. He locked the front door and went home.
Leaving Yoongi, fast asleep, alone for the night.
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Yoongi woke up freezing, stiff fingers searching blindly for his blanket. His eyes moved to his clock, 3:20 AM. He must've fallen asleep.
He wondered if Seokjin locked the door. Yoongi sighed, getting up from his bed, head spinning, causing him to collapse against the wall. Yoongi became even more cold, teeth clattering as he walked to the kitchen.
Yoongi's fingers moved across the wall, finding the light switch and slowly moving the brightness up, keeping it dim. Shivering, he walked to his medicine cabinet.
This always happened, Yoongi thought as he grabbed a bottle for fevers, falling asleep and waking up with a fever. He wondered if he could squish going to the doctors this week. He'd have to run it by secretary but Yoongi was sure there was some time.
He twisted the cap, grabbed a spoon from his drawers and slowly poured the medicine in. Yoongi shook as he slowly drank the contents, hugging his blanket closer to him.
The front door chime rang, indicating someone was coming in. Yoongi turned to see Jungkook, eyes looking just as tired as Yoongi's.
"Hyung," Jungkook said, his jacket on his shoulder. "What are you doing up?"
Yoongi put back the medicine, washing the spoon before putting it back. He waved at Jungkook, turning to go back to his bedroom. "Sleepwalking," he mumbled.
Someone stopped him from walking another step, Jungkook hugging him from behind. The youngest smelled like he always did, the cologne he refuses to change, mints, and just a hint of paint.
"Holy shit, Yoongi, you're burning up," Jungkook let him go and Yoongi used this to go to his bedroom, just grunting at Jungkook.
Yoongi crawled into bed, pulling the blanket around him. "I'm sleepy," he said. "Seokjin made food."
Jungkook chuckled, Yoongi could heard pants falling to the floor, eyes slowly opening to see Jungkook undressing. "Of course Seokjin made food," Jungkook took off his shirt, stretching his back. "That's why you pay him."
Yoongi tucked his nose underneath the blanket, biting his lip as he stared at Jungkook. Unlike Taehyung, Jungkook was more muscular, more fit to be a security. Not to mention, the generous qualities and background Jungkook had. The experience, the flexibility, the fucking Taekwondo belt. A walking epitome of the perfect security.
"Is it just me or has Seokjin's cooking been lacking lately?" Jungkook sat down on the bed, his muscular back facing Yoongi and fuck did he want to run his fingers down his spine, knowing it'll make Jungkook shiver and whisper for Yoongi to do more. "It's also over seasoned sometimes."
Yoongi just stared at Jungkook, always amazed at how fucking fit the lazy fucker was. Even when Jungkook was strict about his workouts, Yoongi could count the amount of times on all his fingers of when Jungkook refused to move from the couch, too busy playing some video game with his online friends or too busy watching this new drama Taehyung recommended him.
Yet, here Jungkook was with his muscles and curves, all for Yoongi to gawk at as Jungkook continued to walk around Yoongi's room.
"I think it's Namjoon," Jungkook continued, unknowing or uncaring, to Yoongi's dilemma. "Namjoon has such a love for salt, I think Seokjin forgets not everyone does."
Finally, fucking finally, Jungkook gets to bed. As soon as he's laying on the bed, Yoongi jumps him, legs straddling Jungkook, lips finding his. Jungkook hums in surprise, hands sliding onto Yoongi's thighs, tongues greeting each other. Jungkook tastes of cheap beer and cigarettes, both of which he promised Yoongi he'd stop consuming which means he was out with his friends again.
Yoongi pushes the disappointment away, just lets himself be kissed by Jungkook, whose tongue was sliding across his bottom lip, hands gripping both of Yoongi's thighs.
Jungkook lets out a groan, hand sliding upwards, Yoongi's hips grinding against Jungkook's touch, wanting more, wanting Jungkook ever since he walked in the door, hair slightly messed up, cheeks pink from the beer, jacket slung against his shoulder like a classic walking wet dream.
Now here he was, touching Yoongi against his skinnies, which were starting to annoy Yoongi, constricting his movements so he finally pulled away from Jungkook's mouth, making the youngest pant against him.
"Fucking jeans," Yoongi shoved the blanket off them, sitting up on his knees, quickly unbuttoning his jeans.
He could feel Jungkook's gaze on him, cheeks warm at the thought or maybe it was his fever. "I keep telling you to stop sleeping in them," Jungkook slapped away Yoongi's hands, always too slow when it comes to this. "How many times have I told you to sleep in boxers? Or better yet, just my t-shirt."
Yoongi swallowed at the thought. Though if they finally manage to remove these stupid jeans, Yoongi would be left in nothing but Jungkook's white shirt. A detail Jungkook didn't have to know.
"There," Jungkook pushed down Yoongi's jeans, Yoongi helping him out. He kicked them away, feeling cold again. "You taste of medicine, by the way."
Yoongi pulled the blankets over them, swallowing when he felt Jungkook's warm skin against his. "Duh," he said, settling back down on Jungkook's lap.
"You're still burning up," Jungkook put his hand on Yoongi's forehead, the dim lights giving Yoongi enough brightness to see Jungkook's worry face. A face that only came on a blue moon for the careless guy.
Yoongi pushed Jungkook's hand, going in for a kiss but Jungkook put his finger on Yoongi's lips, making the oldest frown.
"You have a fever," Jungkook said, as if Yoongi didn't know this already. "We probably shouldn't be doing this, just lay on my chest and sleep, okay?"
When Yoongi didn't make a move to lay down, Jungkook grabbed his waist, pulling him down his lap, forcing Yoongi to practically lay against Jungkook.
"I'll be fine," Yoongi insisted but Jungkook was forcing his head down onto his bare chest. "Honestly, Jungkook, you're being annoying."
Jungkook's hand started caressing Yoongi's back, fingers slowly and softly caressing Yoongi's skin underneath the white shirt. "Let me take care of you," he heard Jungkook whisper.
Yoongi frowned but stopped resisting, just letting Jungkook caress his warm skin. What Jungkook didn't know was that Yoongi wasn't burning up from a fever but that was, yet another, detail Jungkook didn't need to know.