It's Complicated

43: The Storm After the Calm

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You wake the next morning wrapped in Yoongi's arms, sunlight streaming through the tall windows of his bedroom. The warmth of it touches your skin, but it's his presence that makes you feel at peace.

You shift slightly, turning to look at him—only to find him already watching you, a soft look in his eyes.

"Morning," he mumbles, his voice low and raspy from sleep.

"You hungry?" he asks, his fingers brushing gently over your arm.

"Very," you reply with a sleepy smile.

He leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead. "I'll wash up, then make us something, okay?"

You nod, still caught somewhere between dreaming and waking, as he slips out of bed and heads toward the bathroom. The sound of the water running a moment later feels like a quiet promise of a slow, perfect morning.

You get up slowly, the sheets slipping from your body as you stand. You spot Yoongi's shirt on the floor, a little wrinkled but still soft. You slip it on, feeling the fabric drape over you just enough to cover your bare skin, falling just past your hips.

As you adjust the shirt, you hear the bathroom door creak open. Yoongi steps out, freshly showered, his hair damp and messy, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. He looks at you, a lazy smile playing at the corner of his lips.

"That looks better on you than it does on me," he murmurs, his eyes scanning you, warm and appreciative.

You give him a teasing grin. "I'm sure it does," you reply, crossing your arms playfully.

Yoongi chuckles, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he walks over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of sweatpants. He pulls them on without taking his eyes off you, the comfort of the morning mixed with the quiet intimacy between you both.

"Breakfast?" he asks again, his voice soft but full of warmth.

"Definitely," you answer, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, still savoring the calm after a night like that.

Yoongi gets up and heads to the kitchen first, the soft click of his footsteps barely audible as he moves. You hear the faint rustle of him grabbing ingredients—eggs, bacon, maybe a bit of butter—and the soft sizzle of the pan warming up.

You take a moment to stretch and gather yourself, the remnants of sleep still lingering. With a soft sigh, you make your way to the bathroom, needing a little space to wake up fully. The coolness of the water splashes over your face, the refreshing sensation clearing the fog in your mind. As you look into the mirror, the quiet hum of the house around you is soothing.

After a few moments, you finish washing your face, wiping it dry with a towel. You hear Yoongi's voice calling softly from the kitchen.

"Breakfast is almost ready," he says, his tone warm and casual. "You can come in whenever you're ready."

You smile at the sound of his voice, the simple, easy way he speaks that makes everything feel effortless. After another quick glance in the mirror, you walk into the kitchen, the scent of sizzling bacon and eggs greeting you.

Yoongi is standing by the stove, moving with practiced ease as he flips the eggs. His hair is still damp, sticking slightly to his forehead, and the relaxed look on his face makes your heart flutter just a little. He looks up as you enter, flashing you a small grin.

You pull out a chair and sit down at the kitchen table, watching him work. "You really didn't have to do all this," you say, still feeling that warmth from the morning. "But I'm definitely not complaining."

Yoongi just chuckles, finishing up the eggs and bacon before plating them and bringing them over. "It's the least I can do," he says, setting the plates down in front of you.

Just as you're about to pick up your fork, the doorbell rings, cutting through the quiet calm of the morning.

Yoongi sighs, looking slightly annoyed as he gets up. "Wonder who that would be?" he mutters, glancing at you with a questioning look before heading toward the door.

You remain at the counter, fork in hand, but something about the ringing makes you feel uneasy, like a shift in the air. You hear the sound of Yoongi's footsteps as he approaches the door, and then it creaks open.

Almost immediately, you hear a familiar voice—sharp and furious—cut through the calm of the room.

"Where the hell is Y/N!?" the voice yells, filled with anger.

You get up from the counter, the unease gnawing at you as you walk quietly behind Yoongi. You peek over his shoulder, your heart already pounding in your chest.

And then you see him—Jungkook.

He's standing in the doorway, eyes wide with anger, fists clenched at his sides. His usual calm demeanor is gone, replaced by something far more intense, almost as if he's been searching for you.

"Jungkook," you say softly, your voice almost caught in your throat. The sound of your name on his lips, so filled with frustration, is enough to send a chill down your spine.