burn || yoonkook [completed]

38 - i missed you

Jungkook's POV

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Driving with Yoongi back to the apartment where we both used to live was not how I pictured leaving Namjoon and Jin's engagement party. Not at all.

We both kind of made this, silent agreement, to leave any conversations about us, or rather me and where I've been, until after the party. I definitely didn't want to take away from Jin and Namjoon's special night, and I'm glad Yoongi felt the same.

He sat in the drivers seat, hands gripping the wheel, tapping his thumbs against it in time to the song softly humming through the radio. He was sober, and mentioned briefly that hadn't touched alcohol for some months now. I was proud of him. He seemed like he'd really changed for the better while I was gone.

His car was littered with an assortment of random items; spare clothes, empty containers and boxing gloves littered the back seat.

Had he been working out? I couldn't tell; his arms and legs were covered up by his dress pants and boxy blazer. I tried to avoid staring at him for too long and have him catch me eying him down, although he did look stunning in formal wear.

He suited any type of clothing, it was unfair really.

We both hadn't said a word since climbing into the car, which seemed to be a common occurrence for us. The silence wasn't awkward though; just having each others quiet company was satisfying enough.

Though, I still had lots to say. Stories. Explanations.

Apologies.

It would eventually come up in conversation, we both just didn't know where to begin.

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Inside the apartment was surprisingly clean. Not that it wasn't when I lived there, but Yoongi wasn't always the tidiest person, and I found myself doing most of the housework (not that I hated to, cleaning and putting everything back in it's order was like my guilty pleasure). It also didn't help that the last time I saw this place it was covered in broken glass and takeaway rubbish from those painful last days of our relationship. It was that image of the broken home I left that day that I had stuck in my mind the whole time I was gone.

Maybe that's why it was so hard to come back.

But I was here now, and Yoongi was only centimetres away from me, hanging up his blazer on the coat rack and kicking off his shoes. He smelt so good— familiar— like home. In fact, here with Yoongi was the first time I'd felt at ease in so long, and this apartment was more of a home than any other place I'd lived in my life.

"A-hem" Yoongi cleared his throat, and I realised I probably looked weird just standing here. So I followed his lead and hung up my jacket next to his. A wave of Nostalgia washed over me, and suddenly memories of cool winter nights spent cuddled on the couch flooded my mind. My heart leapt. He still had that affect on me.

"Uh, I guess just make yourself at home." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and walked over to the kitchen. "Would you like some water, tea..?"

"Tea would be great, thank you." It felt weird to be like a visitor in the place I used to live. I could tell Yoongi thought the same. I walked over to the couch and sat down. Sitting on the coffee table was Wuthering Heights, opened and laying face down.

"So, you've been reading Wuthering Heights I see..." I look up, and what I see almost makes me choke on my own breath. Yoongi was walking back into the room, carrying two cups of steaming tea. But it was the fact that he was only wearing a tank top (a fucking tank top!), that made me audibly gasp.