For You

* Chapter Fifteen

Yoongi had Saturday off so he made the most of it by sleeping in until nearly 10am. It was his first day off in a few weeks and he wanted to enjoy and spend it lazing around. He would've slept the whole day if it wasn't for the clanging of pots and pans and loud fucking noises coming from the kitchen. He didn't want to move just yet, stayed in bed, a scowl on his face as a headache formed. I'm gonna fucking murder whoever that is.

He'd stayed up late texting Hoseok about different things. They moved from lighter topics as stupid as cats that flew with purple wings,

('Why the fuck do they have purple wings?'

'Use your imagination, Yoongi. It's all part of the fun') to deeper, more psychological topics like death and the afterlife. And he had to admit, it unnerved him to hear Hoseok speak like that. Sure, he heard the younger one speak about his life and what he wanted to accomplish but he'd never heard him speak of dying and the afterlife. The only person Yoongi knew that spoke like that was Namjoon due to the very brief conversations they'd had together. That boy could get so psychological it unravelled Yoongi's brain.

Yoongi knew Hoseok was still upset about his fight with Jimin. Hoseok didn't have to tell him, it was in his voice. Yoongi could tell his friend was trying his hardest to put up a façade but it wasn't working. He never didn't comment on it though. He never would with Hoseok. His one fear was overstepping a boundary and ruining their friendship forever. Jimin was a boundary to him.

Grumbling to himself about ungrateful, inconsiderate roommates, Yoongi made his way into the kitchen, rubbing his temple to help ease his headache. It was ten am on a fucking Saturday. Did they have no consideration for others?

'I'm going to fucking skin you alive.' He shouted as he came to a halt in the hallway, taking in the sight of Jungkook standing near the stove, egg flipper in one hand and the sweet, yummy smell of toast wafting around the apartment. Yoongi stood dumbfounded for a spilt second as his still-sleepy brain tried to make sense of why the fuck Jungkook was standing in the kitchen at 10 in the morning, cooking breakfast until, he remembered. Then it hit him. Not only Jungkook had graduated yesterday, but it was also a Saturday morning. Oh my god. I really am stupid.

The youngest turned around, bunny smile on his face. He wore a shirt that looked like Taehyung's and his normal sleep pants, completed with fluffy hair and bunny slippers. Yoongi found that he looked like a six year old, not an eighteen year old and refrained from giggling. He's so cute I'm gonna squeeze his cheeks. Luckily, he held back the urge and instead slowly sat down at the table, yawning.

'Hey Yoongi! I thought it'd be a nice surprise to make an omelette on toast?' Jungkook said but it sounded more like a question, as if he wasn't so sure if it was a good idea or not. Blinking owlishly, the older male rest his head on his hand, trying to wake up. It took everything in him not to lay his head down on the table and fall asleep. Drowsiness still lingered in him and the placemat looked oddly comfortable. He mumbled some incoherent response to Jungkook who took it as a good sign, a huge grin appearing on his small face.

Before long, he was setting down a plate of a hot, steaming omelette and immediately, Yoongi's mouth was watering, mind more alert. Jungkook then placed down two cups of steaming liquid. Coffee for Yoongi, peppermint tea for himself. He took a seat across from Yoongi, a small, tired grin on his face. Now I'm awake.

'Sorry for waking you up, Yoongi. But I made breakfast and well...' Jungkook trailed off with a small nod of his head. Yoongi hummed in response before digging into his omelette. He had to admit, Jungkook was a pretty good cook. Not as good as Jin (no one was as good as Jin) but still he could cook a decent meal and Yoongi didn't want to throw up. So in his eyes, anyone who made decent food that looked good, was a good cook.