Blue Gucci - Yoonkook/Kookgi

Chapter nine - three days to opening night (late evening)

The lights in the hotel's club bar were low, the atmosphere relaxed and calm, soft jazz music was playing in the background, barely audible but there. The bar was small yet perfectly formed, reserved only for members of the hotel staying in exclusive rooms, a few stools placed at the bar front with a handful of tables and sofas behind adorned with plush fabrics and lamps that emitted a soft glow. Large glass windows spread across one whole side of the bar to give a fantastic view over the city, though only one pair of eyes was looking wistfully out across it tonight.

Jungkook was the only person in there still, propped up on one of the stools, leaning gently on the bar top and cradling a glass of whiskey. The ice cubes made a soft tinkling noise against the glass as he gazed wistfully out across the city. The sparkling lights were giving focus to his eyes, but he had no thoughts running through his head right now, only a feeling of emotional exhaustion and sadness.

He was still a little confused, truth be told. The day had got off to such a good start, sharing tender moments with Yoongi at the venue, holding him close and emitting smiles from him. He had revelled in the touch of the older man; the warmth had radiated straight through his body and all the way into his heart. He couldn't deny how he was feeling, and he was so hopeful that Yoongi was beginning to feel the same way. Needless to say, the events of the evening had left him shocked and confused.

Yes, it was true that he and his friends had seen Yoongi annoyed before, a little angry even, but performing an outburst like the one he'd had earlier was a new one for everyone. What hurt Jungkook the most was not what he'd said, or how he'd said it, because he was sure there was an explanation for that... but that he'd cut him off afterwards and didn't want to talk. There was no better way to make someone feel terrible than by leaving them to form their own ideas and feelings on things they didn't know the whole truth about.

Jungkook took a sip of his whiskey, enjoying the burn on his mouth and throat. His mind was drawing so many blanks, almost feeling like he was just existing in the moment, so he was pleasantly surprised when he saw the club bar door open behind him in the reflection of the large window and a figure slowly walk through. The maknae didn't move at first, almost feeling a little sad that his solace in the bar had been broken, until his eyes focussed and saw that the distorted figure in the reflection was walking towards him.

"...Jungkook?"

At the familiar voice, Jungkook's eyes widened and his body shot around in the stool, meeting Yoongi's eyes dead on. His heart began to instantly beat fast at the sight of him.

"Hey," he smiled back. "What are you doing here?"

Yoongi couldn't take his eyes off Jungkook, he realised in a split second that he had been aching to see him this whole time, he just didn't know what that feeling had felt like. Now that he had him in front of him again, his pulse was beating in his ears. He had been such an idiot to leave the poor man hanging like this, refusing to talk to him through his own stubbornness.

"I was hoping to catch you... I-I wanted..." Yoongi started, but then his words failed as his brain disengaged. His gaze hit the carpeted floor and his fingers played nervously with the hem of his t-shirt.

How was he supposed to put into words how he was feeling? It seemed to easy to talk to Namjoon about this not moments earlier. But now he was faced with the person he'd wanted to explain himself to, he didn't know how to speak anymore. It always seemed so easy to play a situation in your head, but then when it came to the action, everything seemed so difficult.

Jungkook smiled gently, seeing Yoongi's discomfort. He knew the older man was no good with words, but he would get there eventually, he just needed some time. He reached out and placed a hand on Yoongi's arm, giving a reassuring squeeze, but at that the older man jumped. Nerves washed over Yoongi and his cheeks went red at the touch, it had sent electric bolts through his arm. In a panic, Yoongi walked over to the large window to stare out at the city, in the hopes that the blush in his cheeks would die down along with his pounding heart.