burn || yoonkook [completed]

25 - broken peace ((1))

         

Third persons POV

It had been a week since Yoongi took Jungkook to visit his Mother. Yoongi now sported a new hairstyle; ash grey locks currently sat messily on on top of head. Jungkook wouldn't stop raving about how much he loved Yoongi's new hair colour the whole car trip back to their apartment. So much so, that Yoongi had to shut him up by kissing him on the lips as they walked through the door. Not that Yoongi didn't like the attention, he felt warmness spread through his body at Jungkook's compliments.

But Jungkook's words were laced with such adoration that he couldn't help himself but want to taste Jungkook's lips. Want to feel Jungkook running his fingers through his newly dyed hair. Want to pull Jungkook closer to himself, feeling the heat of his body against his own and touch his warm skin.

They spent that night in tangled sheets, kissing, adoring and loving each other sensually and slowly, as if they wanted to remember how they felt right in that moment for the rest of their lives.

That's one of the many things Yoongi loved about Jungkook. The fact that kissing wasn't just kissing. It was a way to whisper 'I love you' with the touch of each others lips and the taste of each others tongues. Hugging wasn't just hugging. It was a silent promise to hold on to each other for the rest of their lives. Sex wasn't just sex. It was love making, the promise of closeness and warmth and ecstasy for as long as they loved.

Yoongi hoped they would love each other forever.

And as he woke up, with Jungkook's head resting in the crook of his neck, and legs tangled with his own, looking down at his face, soft with sleep and his hair sticking up in random places, he thought he felt at peace.

...

But peace is meant to be broken.

It was an early morning in August, in the Yoongi and Jungkook's apartment, when the couples ongoing 'peace' was eventually broken, with the blaring ringtone of Yoongi's phone. Yoongi awoke immediatley to the sound, but too lazy to get up, and physically unable to, with Jungkook sprawled over his body (despite how hot the weather had gotten recently) he nudged his boyfriend softly, waking him up.

"Hnng... Kookie." Yoongi groaned, his voice raspy and deeper from sleep, "c'n ya get that for me..."

Jungkook yawned, and stretched his arms, turning to give Yoongi a quick kiss good morning, missing his boyfriends cheek and instead kissing his nose. "Mhmm" he giggled and nodded his head, rubbing his sleep ridden eyes.

He rolled off Yoongi and reached for the phone, pressing the 'answer' button, silencing the irritating ringtone.

There was a small "Mm... hello?".

And then there was silence. A long silence.

Then there was a gasp.

A small, incoherent mutter.

A shuffle in the sheets.

And hand on Yoongi's shoulder, shaking him awake.

"Y-yoongi wake up." Jungkook stuttered out, his voice different from the giggling giddiness it had been earlier, now wobbly, breaking slightly as he spoke.

Was Jungkook crying?

Yoongi shot up out of bed. He blinked a few times to get his sleepy eyes to focus on Jungkook. His cheeks were stained with tears. Yoongi's heart pounded against his ribcage. It hurt to see his boyfriend like this.

But why was he...?

Yoongi's eyes fell on the phone, which now lay on the bed. Did Jungkook drop it?

"Oh Yoongi.... I'm..." Jungkook let out, his lip wobbled, and he choked out a staggered sob, not being able to finish his sentence. The sight broke Yoongi's heart.

"Baby, what is it? What happened? Who called?" Yoongi rambled out, wanting to know what made his boyfriend cry so hard at 6:53am.

"Gi.... I'm so so sorry. I'm so sorry." Jungkook chocked out.

"Kookie? What is it?"

No answer. More sobs, loud, ugly sobs. Jungkook was shaking his head, unable to speak.

No.

No.

SHIT.

"That... Was that the hospital Kookie?" Yoongi asked, a lump forming in his throat, knowing that the answer wasn't going to be what he wanted to hear.

Jungkook can only nod. And let out another small cry.

Yoongi's heart stopped for a second. His breathing too.

"Is... Is it my mother?" he let out, tears now freely falling down his own cheeks.

Jungkook nodded. Yoongi shook his head and got up from the bed.

"Is she dead. Kookie..."

Jungkook stood up too, and grabbed Yoongi's hand.

Yoongi slapped Jungkook's hand away.

"JUNGKOOK. Is my mother dead?"

"No! Jesus no, Yoongi... She had a... She passed out... She's not doing well."

Yoongi was hyperventilating. Not his mother. Not today. Not when she was finally starting to look better. It was too soon. Yoongi felt like he was going to vomit.

And he did. All over Jungkook and the floor.

It was the anxiety. And it wasn't helping the situation.

Yoongi fell to his knees and let out a small sob. Jungkook rushed to his boyfriends side and pulled him to his body, even if they were both covered in vomit. It didn't matter at this point.

"Shh Yoongi." Jungkook said softly. He was still crying, but managing to calm himself enough to comfort his much worse off boyfriend who was, quite literally, a mess.

"Hey, she'll be ok. She will." He spoke and pushed a hand through Yoongi's grey locks, hoping the gesture would calm him a bit.

"Jungkook... You promise she'll be ok?" Yoongi spoke quietly through choked cries and hiccups. "You promise?"

"I..." Jungkook started. How could he promise such a thing? There was no guarantee that Yoongi's mum would be ok. The thought made him sick.

But, he found himself nodding. "I promise Yoongi. You're mum... She'll be alright." Jungkook spoke, continuing to stroke Yoongi's hair. If it made Yoongi feel even slightly better, Jungkook would promise anything.

"I promise..."

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A/N

Omg ok so I'm finally back with a chapter.

Here's the seriousness I've been talking about... Sorry its such a sad chapter after all the fluff theres been.

But things are changing!!

I hope you enjoyed (even though writing this made me eMO)

Poor Yoongi :'((

Anyway... Ily all and TYSM for reading!!

Please please comment and tell me what you thought! (I'm a slut for feedback)

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- B xx