Exes and Superher-o's

Part 17

Early the next morning, Seokjin leaves before the household has risen. You kiss him goodbye on your porch, nearly coercing him into a repeat of last night, but duty wins out in the end.

You stand in the rain after he leaves, staring at the overcast sky Seokjin disappeared beyond. Once you realize you're shivering, you head inside to enter the shower and turn the water to hot.

When you head downstairs for breakfast, you're surprised to find Jungkook already awake. Not looking up from his comic – Jungkook is an unapologetic Marvel nerd, despite his job – he lifts a spoonful of cereal to his lips.

"Did Seokjin leave?" he asks, turning the page.

Pausing your motions at the coffee machine, you nod. "Yep," you mutter, dumping fresh grounds in the filter. "He left a few hours ago."

"Bummer."

"That it is," you say, reaching up for a mug.

Silence falls between you, although not the uncomfortable kind. Jungkook and you have developed a routine from your many years working together.

Once the coffee has finished, you pour yourself a mug and sit beside him at the table. Staring out the window, you notice the rain has lessened a bit and hope Seokjin's flight is easier.

Lifting his bowl, Jungkook drains the rest of his chocolate-y milk. Setting this down, he wipes his lips with the back of one hand.

"What?" he demands, noticing you staring.

"Nothing." You hide a smile. "It's just – does Zephyr know you drink your milk from the bowl?"

Jungkook's cheeks turn a brilliant shade of crimson.

"She doesn't – I don't – why would that matter?" he stammers, and your grin widens.

"I knew it!" you say, leaning forward. "You have a crush on her, don't you? I mean, you and half the world. Zephyr is hot. I don't blame you."

Recovering somewhat, Jungkook settles into a scowl.

"I don't have a crush on Zephyr," he says, trying to retain what remains of his dignity.

"Oh, really? Then, why do you blush like a tomato whenever her name is mentioned?"

"You're exaggerating."

"You are, Y/N," Taehyung agrees as he enters the kitchen.

Somewhat surprised by the support from Taehyung, Jungkook blinks and then nods, pointing his spoon in your direction.

"See, Y/N?" he says, jabbing it sharply.

"It's really more of a bright pink," Taehyung says, replacing the coffee pot.

Jungkook's expression shutters as you begin to crack up.

"See, this is why I don't talk about my personal life," he mutters, slumping low in his seat.

"Why?" you say, composing your features. "I just want to help!"

"You can help," Jungkook says, brows raised, "by not fucking your boyfriend so loudly. I had to borrow Taehyung's ear plugs, and who knows where those things have been."

"He has a point." Taehyung seats himself, taking a long sip of his coffee.

Before either of you can respond, Namjoon enters the kitchen. "Morning," he says, oblivious to your conversation. "Are we all leaving soon?"

Taehyung and Jungkook look at him, baffled.

"Leaving?" you ask, draining your mug.

Namjoon glances around. "To get Roa," he clarifies. Then, seeing none of you know what he's talking about, he adds, "Taehyung, didn't you get the alert? Someone spotted Roa an hour north on the Interstate.""