Exulansis

Chapter 9

Yoongi walked down the all too familiar footpath, kicking the odd stone that he comes across.
He feels okay.
Not good, not bad, just okay.
It was his day off.
Usually he'd be asleep, but now, he was repaying his debt.

This is the cleanest way I've ever repayed debt before.. yoongi laughed to himself.
He had to laugh.
Laugh to hide the reality from himself.

Yoongi brushed his shirt once again, trying to appear as clean and tidy as possible, even though his shoes were a dead giveaway to his living standard.
Yoongi wore a simple black long sleeved shirt, black jeans and a large dark-grey zip-up jacket. And obviously his 'previously yellow but now black' sneakers.

Why did he care so much? They knew he was broke, Jungkook had even seen yoongis apartment building now, he knew that yoongi was from a shitty, drug infested, cockroach-crawling, barely-standing dump of a home.
So why did yoongi care?

He didn't think too much, as the front door had suddenly been swung open, revealing a fresh faced Jungkook, his hair dripped down his forehead, obviously just out of the shower.
Jungkook was wearing a simple blue t-shirt and black skinny jeans, a very chill outfit for the tall male.

"Morning Suga-ah, how are you?" Jungkook asked as he gestured the boy inside.
Yoongi bowed before entering the home, "I'm good Jungkook, thank you. How are you?" Yoongi tried his best at talking.
He always suffered with bad social anxiety.

It was funny, yoongis worked with some of the most dangerous men around, he's negotiated and handled with some notorious killers and gangsters.
Yet none of them caused him to feel this anxious.
Maybe because yoongi never cared about what they thought?

They were street rats, he was too. They were equal in some twisted way.
Whereas now, he was like dirt against pure gold. Admittedly, it made the younger feel self-conscious.

"I'm good. Jimins in the kitchen, do you like French toast?" Jungkook walked a little in front of yoongi, leading the younger through the gorgeous house.

"I've never tried it before" yoongis answered quietly as he studied the paintings in the wall as the went by.

Jungkook silently nodded, still wearing a happy smile, "Well, everything Jimin makes tastes good. So there's nothing to worry about" the elder smiled fondly while praising his husband.

Yoongi smiled too. He knew that feeling. Of discussing your loved one. He felt it too before.
Yoongis smile soon faded to his everlasting blank expression.

The pair soon entered the kitchen, greeted by the welcoming smell of cinnamon and fresh fruit.

"Hello again Suga, how are you?" Jimin greeted the small boy, who's mouth was watering at the heavenly scent of the kitchen.

Yoongi bowed his head, greeting his hyung, "Hello Jimin-Hyung, I'm good, and you?"

"I'm great, now! Sit sit! Breakfast will just be a moment" Jimin gestured to the breakfast table for yoongi to sit.
Which the boy did, he sat in the corner seat, placing both his hands neatly in his lap. He made the conscious effort to sit straight and look appropriate.

Jungkook mentally sighed at the sight, the boy still wasn't comfortable around them. The elder pushed the thought aside, be positive. He's getting better, he didn't call you hyung at least?

Jungkook walked to the kitchen island, "need any help?"

Jimin smiled, "no, it's almost done, here" he handed his husband two bowls of fruit, "bring them to the table would you please?" He asked sweetly.
Jungkook smiled and brought the bowls to the table, he continued bringing over the butter, sugar and yoghurt. Jimin has already placed a pitcher of orange juice on the table.