i'll give you the sun

part 5.

Jeongguk drops by his office every other day for lunch. It's become a sort of constant in Yoongi's days for the younger boy to just swing by and demand he be taken out to lunch.

Yoongi has stopped trying to reason with him once Jeongguk rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah, yeah, you're busy, but even busy people eat lunch. And if you don't go to lunch with me I'm going to starve. Hyung, I'm poor,"

And before Yoongi could even suggest that he just lend the boy his credit card or maybe hand him cash, Jeongguk had already called him out on it. "I want the full dining experience, not just cold cash,"

Two weeks later and Yoongi has had at least nine lunches with Jeongguk who blabbers on and on about his job.

"So this other intern made me realise that some people are really just fucking stupid," Jeongguk says after a mouthful of pasta.

Yoongi takes a sip of his drink – just lemonade this time around. He'd stopped drinking wine for lunch when Jeongguk suggested they go to friendlier places that won't think he's part of the wait staff with his clothes.

He'd never known exactly what it is but there's always something about Jeongguk that makes Yoongi feel oddly protective over him, often indulging the boy in almost anything and everything. When he suggests that he take Jeongguk as an intern, the boy almost chokes on his drink and refuses him out right.

"No, no, no way," Jeongguk shakes his head, "I mean, thanks but I wanna do things on my own. I mean – I appreciate the help, and you're practically feeding me every day, but when it comes to work, um, I think I can tough this out myself."

There it is.

Jeongguk has a certain fire in him that sparks a hot blue, his determination a hundred fold. Yoongi respects that, so he raises his glass of lemonade and meets Jeongguk's orange juice in the air for a toast.

"Hyung, I heard you were going to the play," Jeongguk has never faked anything and the teasing tone in his voice is proof of it. "What happened to 'I can't do this'?"

Sometimes, Jeongguk really knows how to get under Yoongi's skin. He ignores the teasing and takes a bite of bread.

"Sorry, that was too much of me. But, anyway, how was Tae-hyung?"

Oh, it's been a while since Yoongi's been asked that. Before, whenever someone had met Taehyung or Yoongi without the other being present, they'd always ask about them – they were a package deal.

"Fine," Yoongi answers against his better judgement. "We had tea,"

Jeongguk's eyes widen, "Oh, that one place near the Japanese market?"

"Yeah, that one. It was nice. It was good seeing him,"

"I can tell," Jeongguk says, snickering. "I had to drop by Taehyung hyung's school the other day, had some books he wanted to read. He looked like he was in a good mood,"

Yoongi's brows furrow together, confusion clear on his face, "What do you mean?"

Jeongguk waves his fork in the air, almost splatters Alfredo sauce on Yoongi's suit, and tells him, "Yeah, like he was smiling a lot and laughing. I don't know, I just got the feeling that he was, y'know, feeling better,"

It hadn't really occurred to Yoongi just how sad Taehyung could be because when Taehyung left, things had started to fall apart for him, the only thing Yoongi had a hold on was his job – the very reason that drove their relationship into the ground. To say that his life wasn't much with Taehyung would probably be too over dramatic, but it had felt like that – like everything around him had collapsed, his image of the world and of love shattering like glass falling on concrete.