Until You Found Me - A YoonKook Story

Chapter Sixteen - On This Sunday, I have News

Yoongi's Pov
   The next morning, I woke up to my phone ringing. "Mmm.." I roll over and answer the phone. "Hello..?" I rub my eyes tiredly after putting my phone beside me. "Hey! Yoongi baby, remember you said you promised to visit for the holidays?" Huh? "What? Taehyung?"
   I sit up tiredly, picking up my phone and seeing his name. Fuck. "Yeah? What's wrong?" He laughs as he says. "You still half asleep?" He asks and I groan in annoyance.

   "Yeah... I am... you want me to come over for the holidays?" I ask tiredly. "Yes, I miss you, and we need to talk in person. You already know." "My Christmas break starts this week after Wednesday... I can get a flight to your town," I reply. "Sounds great! Let me know when you're coming!" 

   Taehyung says and hangs up. I shake my head, not wanting to go but I believe this time we can fix things. This time he was talking nicely to me, was it because of the thought of coming to see him? I'm not sure anymore, but I got to let Jungkook know.
    I switch out of my clothes and change into comfortable ones. I should go to the supermarket, so I could buy groceries for later. Maybe I should bring Taehyung a gift.

   What would he like? Jungkook stopped me multiple times from buying a gift for Taehyung at the mall, and all my pocket money is gone now. I really wouldn't have enough to buy Taehyung a gift, so I'll just make him a couple of meals.

   I leave my room and knock on Jungkook's door. A half-asleep, half-naked, messy-haired Jungkook opens the door. I see a half-naked Marcus walk past him and enter the bathroom.
   Jungkook smiles and leans on the door, displaying all of his muscles. "Good Morning Yoongi~" his body is a sight for sore eyes... I mean- I immediately look up, before I get caught staring once again.

   I laugh nervously, yet stop quickly. "I-I was just going to let you know that, I'm going over Taehyungs for a week during Christmas break." Jungkook's smile fades away and he stands back up. "What? Why?"
   "He said I promised before I left months ago to visit during the holidays, so I can't say no-" Jungkook grabs my shoulders and says "what do you mean you can't say no? You can! Just forget that promise!"

    He pulls me into a hug and my face is now pressed against his bare chest. My cheeks heat up, because of my face touching his bare chest. Jungkook removes me from his chest, saying "oh right, I'm shirtless.
   "Does that make you uncomfortable?" before I say anything, Marcus interrupts; showing up behind him. "Hey, Yoongi! What are you doing Jungkook? Let him in!" Jungkook moves aside, and I walk into their room. I sit on their bed, and they both look at me.

    "What? Can you guys- please put a shirt on?" Jungkook smirks and walks closer to me. "You like what you see? Want to touch me?" Jungkook grabs a hold of my hand and pulls it to his body. Marcus gets a hold of my other hand and I remove my hand from them.
    "Please don't do this- just put on a shirt!" I say as I throw their blanket on them. "Let me just explain why I'm going to Taehyungs!" they both get up, and Jungkook puts the blanket back on the bed.

   "Wait who's Taehyung?" Marcus asks. "My boyfriend," I reply. Marcus gasps and asks "You have a boyfriend? This entire time you had a boyfriend? If you have a boyfriend why do you sometimes act like you don't when you're with Jungkook?"
    My mouth immediately shuts. "M-Marcus, shut up." Jungkook laughs but then says "Marcus just shut up and put a shirt on, Yoongi is trying to talk." while he slides on a shirt. I sigh and thank Jungkook.

    "Anyways, what I was trying to say earlier, is that I believe that if Taehyung and I talk things through in person; we can work it out. I still believe I love Taehyung as my boyfriend, and we can work things out."
    I'm not lying to myself right now, am I..? I sure hope I'm not, if I were that would 1mean I'll be lying to Jungkook and Marcus as well. Jungkook sighs and walks over to me, sitting beside me.

    If I believe I'm not thinking too much about it, Jungkook's expression right now looks sad. "You believe you can talk things through with him? Don't you remember the last time, he called you difficult to talk with? Called you a fucking cry baby? Or what about, a spoiled child?"
    My heart drops, remembering how Taehyung's angry voice was yelling at me. "Y-Yeah but, maybe he didn't mean those things. I know him, and I know he wouldn't do anything to hurt me."

     Jungkook sighed and gets up. Marcus cuts in and says "you're going through problems with your boyfriend like that? I'm only hearing bits and it sounds terrible. I say break up with him because that is no boyfriend. That is a whole problem."
     "Marcus gets it! He wasn't here to listen to the whole story yet knows when to call it quits Yoongi!" Jungkook says and whines. Marcus quickly says "what if we come with you?" I look over at Marcus, trying to scan what could go wrong other than Taehyung's jealousy.

    "No, wait that could work! You could say we came along because I needed to visit my mom!" I gasp. "Wait- you're right, we were on the same bus, and we took the same flight over here. It only makes sense... the only thing I could see going wrong is Taehyung being extremely jealous and very wary of you both."
    Jungkook smiles and says "that's perfect! I mean, what is he going to do? beat us up? and we're coming for a holiday. Not really in the Christmas spirit you know?" I laugh and get up.

    "Well, it's been settled. Keep things going as they usually do, I have to get to cooking some meals to bring over for Christmas." Marcus asks "can we join?" I look at him, and reply "sure, why not. Come along then.
   "Just DO NOT make a mess in my kitchen, or break anything." I leave their room and they follow me back into mine. We begin to make lasagna, mac and cheese, along with other foods we're hoping they'll enjoy.

   We take our time making sugar cookies, cinnamon rolls, and a few more desserts. After a couple of hours, Jungkook and Marcus take their leave. I stare at my kitchen, feeling happy they cleaned up after themselves. After a shower, I head to bed.