Taste of ink (VKOOK) (KOOKV)

chapter 2 (seeing stars)

NOTE

sorry I coundn't update will cause I had write all this done so yea 

again (I don't own the story just reuplaoding and read the original story her account is sugamins)

It had been so long since Yoongi had actually cooked something that Jungkook was stunned by the sight of a steaming pan of rice porridge on the kitchen stove. When he had been in the shower he hadn't heard his friend pottering about in the kitchen area and so he was both shocked and pleasantly surprised, more so by the fact that Yoongi was still physically inside of the apartment room too. He had expected to have woken up and found himself abandoned like usual, woken by the pounding of someone's fist on the door telling him to wake up and leave the den to carry on running goods, but that hadn't happened. Instead he had been woken up by his friend's voice, mumbling to himself rather than actually talking to someone, and when he had opened his eyes he had seen him cleaning the room up.

It was starting to turn into a strange day indeed.

A quick glance at his watch showed him that it was 9:10am and he was wide awake today unlike yesterday. He wouldn't have Jaebum nagging at him to get his ass out of the den and the horrible rush of devouring scraps rather than actual food. After examining the watch face he looked over the room and he couldn't help but feel amused at the sight. It felt like forever since he had last actually seen the apartment room floor underneath layers of clothing and random shit: newspapers, empty bags, food cartons that were luckily empty and didn't have rotting remains stuck to the plastic and card containers. Had his friend finally gotten tired of all of the mess and decided that he would do it? Jungkook had been waiting it out to see if he would seen as he had always ended up cleaning the place, and it seemed to be the case. He could see the light wooden flooring and it gleamed because it had been swept down with a brush. It matched well with the white walls and light wooden furniture that was in the room. Apart from the bed there was the single long coffee table, two dressers - one on the wall by the door and the other on the adjacent wall by the bathroom - and there was a desk by the window. He hadn't seen his friend use it in quite some time but in the past he could recall seeing Yoongi sitting at it rapidly typing away on a laptop, fingers moving without ever seeming to stop.

"Wow, this is new," Jungkook announced with a wide grin as he looked over the interior. He could smell something piney that had been used to clean not only the floor, but also the coffee tables and kitchen counters. They nearly sparkled and it was enough to make him briefly wonder if he was dreaming.

"This place was so dirty that I'm surprised you didn't get sick," Yoongi retorted as he stirred at the contents. There was a thick cloud of steam coming from it and he could smell the mixture, the creamy scent of broth and chicken coming from the pan. "I felt sick just looking at all of the shit."

"I was waiting for you to come back home and clean it." Jungkook crossed the room to get to the window, popping it open and leaning out of the small gap to look across the horizon. The sky was the shade of faded denim and there was a small scattering of clouds just visible drifting across it often hidden behind the towering apartment blocks. He was surprised that he couldn't smell exhaust fumes when he took a deep breath but rather just the brine of the sea and nothing more. It was a fresh, clean breath of air and he enjoyed it greatly. "I always do the cleaning so I thought, hey maybe Yoongi should do it for once? And look, you did. I'm so proud of you."

"Kid, I blackmail creeps and break a couple of bones. I don't wear maid uniforms and dust." He glanced over his shoulder to look at his friend and Yoongi glared at him. The sight was enough to make him start laughing and after a few seconds the corners of the man's lips twitched. "Keep laughing, I'll break your bones too."