CLOUDED ➣ JINKOOK ✓

THIRTY-EIGHT

The harsh sunlight awoke Seokjin. The male let out a whine as he pulled the blanket over his head, giving his eyes a temporary break from the lights he'd have to face later on.

Seokjin slid his hand down the left side of the bed, hoping to find comfort in the warm body that was no longer next to him.

"Sheets," He mutters.

He sits up with squinted eyes, and this pain hits him. He hisses before limping out of the room, clutching the blanket around him. He peeks his head into the living room, and there stands Jeongguk, making breakfast.

Seokjin carefully takes a seat with a pout on his lips.

It would have been nice if Jeongguk warned him about the pain he'd feel in the morning.

The sound of the chair scraping against the floor alerts the older as he turns to see Seokjin sitting there. He gives the male a fond smile and turns down the heat on the stove before joining the younger at the table.

Dejavu hits the younger.

"You shouldn't have left the room. I was going to bring your breakfast to you. How are you feeling, baby?" Jeongguk questions, eyebrows knitted together in concern.

"I'm okay. Everything just hurts a little," the younger mutters.

"I know, I'm sorry. You don't have to be so awkward, though, Seokjin-ah. I don't bite y'know," Jeongguk says, his eyes drifting down to the younger's neck. "Okay, maybe I did a little last night..."

Seokjin's eyes go comically wide as his hands reach up to touch his neck. He had forgotten the things he let Jeongguk do last night.

"How am I supposed to go home like this," He groans with a pout.

The older frowns, "Just like that. Don't cover up. You look pretty."

"Jeongguk–"

"You're gonna eat, and then I'll drive you back home."

"Shouldn't we talk about this?" The younger says, hands gesturing between him and the older.

"Talk?" Jeongguk questions with furrowed eyebrows.

He could have sworn he was pretty clear about what this is.

"Yeah, I mean–"'

"I thought I told you not to expect anything from this Seokjin," He says lowly, and the younger frowns.

"No, that's not it," Seokjin reassures, shaking his head. "I know you don't do relationships. I just wanna make sure we're okay? We can still be friends, right?"

"I don't know..."

"You don't know?" The younger questions in disbelief.

"I don't think us being friends would be a good thing–"

"You didn't just get in my pants to ignore me later on, did you?" Seokjin questions.

There's no way. He couldn't have...

Jeongguk doesn't say anything as he looks away from the younger's stare.

"Jeongguk... You didn't, right? You wouldn't do that to me," he says, more so trying to convince himself.

And as the older stays silent, he knows he finally got his answer.

"Holy shit," Seokjin mutters, letting out a weak chuckle.

He scrambles out of his seat into the older's bedroom, ignoring Jeonggk calling out for him.

His eyes are blurred with tears as he puts his clothes on and whatever belongings he brought over from before in his bag.