A Song of Storms | Yoonkook

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The promise of the gathering being at Yoongi's was just enough to get Jungkook to agree to attend— his friends are ones he cherishes, yet he finds himself retreating in their presence as dominance settles leaving him all but quiet. The sofa is crowded, Jungkook tucked in the corner beside Yoongi whose presence remains a constant— affirming— and as those he's fond of turn that little louder, Yoongi's murmurs are enough to soothe what pierces his ears. Fatigue has hit— perhaps leaving him slightly more vulnerable to the sensations around him— yet each time Yoongi leans that bit closer and words fall as a deep drawl, serenity, too, finds its feet. It takes a while for Jungkook to move, never quite finding his ascent as what weight rests against his hip feels all but aching, but Yoongi never minds assisting in any way that he can, and when Jungkook quietly grumbles when his walking stick loses its footing, Yoongi's assurance is never misplaced— an affirming constant that never feels overbearing or pitiful.

Pizza is ordered and beer lined up, bottles all but spun yet as Jungkook remains firmly in place kindly rejecting any offers to play games he'd much rather not, he watches as eyes turn dejected.

"Here," Yoongi sits beside him once more, a knife and fork in hand as the pizza remains all but uneaten on his plate. Confusion contorts his features leaving a small puff of laughter to falter from Yoongi's lips, ones petal-blushed and sheened from the bitter beer. "You think that I don't notice things, don't you? I can tell you don't like using your hands to eat." But the words fall ever-fond, and as Yoongi once more ascends, he soon finds his permanent rest beside Jungkook once more holding two glasses. One beer-foamed and caramel-lined as bubbles trail up the walls of the glass, and the other housing what Jungkook can't quite decipher. "It's the lemonade you like." Yoongi mumbles, the liquor that courses his veins prompting his drawl that little longer.

"The sugar-free one with the light green label?" He asks, cheeks doughy with pizza, and Yoongi can't quite help but rest his gaze against him, lips parted in a small o as if all but hypnotised by him.

Yet a giggle finds its feet, falling from those same parted lips leaving what air resides between them light— little care to what the others are doing with soft bickers all but drowned by the thrum of their hearts that resound within their chests.

"That's the one. Do you want to go somewhere else?" Yoongi's voice is all but hesitant, careful not to insinuate something he isn't quite ready to initiate, but he knows Jungkook's tense and that reprieve is all that he wishes for. "You can sit in my room if you want— it's loud here. Hoseok and Taehyung always are together. I can get you some games or you can just—"

"Could you play your guitar for me?" Jungkook's eyes widen and lips protrude with each syllable that falls shrouded in cotton. It prompts Yoongi's own to flit between the two— Jungkook sitting before him, heart fluttering against the walls of his chest with each passing breath in the presence of him, and those whose laughter clings to all that it can find, such as honey-sweet syrup, unfaltering despite the hours that seemingly pass.

"Of course, Koo-ah." Yoongi smiles, gums baring and little teeth leaving Jungkook breathless, and as he tugs Jungkook to his feet with a gentle hand supporting his spine, Jungkook feels as if he could melt. Such as sweet ice cream sunkissed leaving it to all but falter in small droplets, vanilla leaving tongues sticky and lips all but honey-lined. Pursed lips house a gentle hum, and as Yoongi leans in with shy whispers of what guitars he stores beside his bed leaving a soft giggle to fall from Jungkook's ever-sweet smile, those with prying eyes turn to them with shock etched against their faces.

Jungkook finds his rest against the pillows, a little blanket strewn against his legs as Yoongi sits adjacent with his legs crossed and guitar firmly placed on his lap. He takes a little while to settle, each movement small and lined with small puffs of breath, and as Yoongi hauls pillows in his direction, his gaze turns thankful. Yet as hesitancy shrouds them, Jungkook's eyes widen and lips gently part.