Into the Flames

CHAPTER TWELVE

A/N: I'm sorry, I know that it is quite a bit shorter than my normal chapters but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

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Last night had been rough, and I am still exhausted as I approach the kitchen, yawning the entire way. I'm surprised to find that Jin is nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe I slept in?" I murmur to myself quietly.

But the time on the stove tells me otherwise. I know the boys will be awake soon, and it is entirely unlike Jin to wake up late. He must be sick, I surmise. It's the only possibility. I decide to check on Jin later, once I've made breakfast for the boys. Even if Jin isn't sick I'm certain that he can use the extra rest.

Two hours and twenty eggs later I present to the boys something that looks a lot like scrambled eggs. However, the boys are convinced that it is not scrambled eggs. Scrambled eggs don't smell the way my scrambled eggs do after all. Yoongi, the bravest of them all, is the first and last to take a bite. The sound of retching followed by the sound of shuffling and disappointment can be heard all around as the boys resolve themselves to cereal.

"Yah! Emmy-ah! Haven't we been good to you?" Jimin asks dramatically as he pours milk into his cereal of choice. "Why are you trying to kill us?"

Hobi, who had been inclined against the counter waiting for the milk, now leans into Jimin's space as he playfully tells the mochi, "Maybe she finally decided that she wants Yoongi all to herself!"

"Yoongi-hyung would have eaten it too, though!" Jimin exclaims. "Actually, he did eat a little didn't he? Is hyung gonna die?" He throws his head back, hand upon his forehead as he wails dramatically.

The two then look at me expectantly, awaiting a reaction that does not come. Instead, my eyes are glued to my feet and my expression is somber. "I'm sorry guys, I didn't realize my cooking was that bad..." I trail off morosely.

Yoongi doesn't know what's wrong, but he does know that he doesn't like the gloom currently surrounding me. The events of yesterday and last night's nightmares are too fresh in his mind. He abandons his seat in favor of wrapping his arms around my dejected form.

"Jagi, it's okay. Lucky for you I can cook, no worries," he tells me sweetly. Even Yoongi can't resist the opportunity to rib me though. "Otherwise we might be doomed to a future of take-out and delivery pizza!" He sticks his tongue out at me playfully.

The whole thing brings a small smile to my face. It is fragile and timid, and the effort that it takes to support it is clear, but none of that matters. Because at least I am smiling. My boyfriend places a chaste kiss upon my nose, which I scrunch up in return.

"Aww, my jagi is so adorable!" he coos as he enjoys the flush that takes over my face.

The tension between the two of us permeates the air as Yoongi leans down to slant his lips over my own. The kiss is slow and languid, but it causes me to forget about the world around me. Noise erupts all around us, the majority of which are catcalls, snapping me back into reality. Now I am not the only one who is blushing, this time Yoongi is bright red as well. There is a hint of satisfaction that swells within me at the sight of my boyfriend getting a taste of his own medicine. I don't even attempt to hide my grin.

"Aish! Get a room you two! Before you corrupt our poor Jungkookie!" Jimin yells as he attempts to cover the maknae's eyes.

Said maknae is struggling to release himself from Jimin's grasp as I splutter and cough awkwardly. "It's not like we were actually doing anything indecent!" I say in defense of myself.