dog food

munchy crunchy doggy food

the bowl makes a quiet, metallic clank as jungkook sets it on the tiled kitchen floor. he then reaches for the newly-bought doggy kibble and takes it off the counter, pouring some into the bowl and listening as the bits of dry food rain down into the empty dish.

conditioned to the sound of food in the bowl, a fluffy brown creature comes scrabbling and skidding across the floor, claws tikking on the hard ground.

"hey there, holly," jungkook coos. "i bought some new food for you yesterday." he watches as holly toddles towards the bowl, curiously sniffing.

he waits. after a few more seconds of vicious sniffing, holly sits back and looks up at jungkook expectantly.

jungkook looks down and makes a sound and a gesture equivalent to a '?'

"what? eat the food? please?" jungkook pleads, gesturing toward the full bowl wildly with his hands.

holly whines, focusing on jungkook's wild hand, not even looking back down to the food.

jungkook huffs and crosses his arms, using his foot to gently nudge the food bowl closer to holly, who scootches back as well.

taking a deep inhale, he purses his lips, frowning. "listen, assmuncher, do you know how much money this was? eat the damn food." he waits for holly start eating the food. he does not. he stares up at jungkook with big, shiny eyes.

"what's this about ass munching?" a sleepy voice asks around the corner of the kitchen wall.

jungkook snorts, turning his head just in time to see his groggy boyfriend turning the corner. he blushes. yoongi's cute. big, black t-shirt coming down to the middle of his thighs. mussed-up hair. dreary eyes.

he's even got on these cute, little pink bunny slippers. fucking adorable.

"of course you would pick that up out of everything i said," jungkook scoffs, arms still crossed. he leans his side against the counter.

"'course. the only ass i'm interested in munching, though, is yours." yoongi says it with such sweetness and playfulness that when jungkook rolls his eyes, it's with fondness.

"anyways. i'm jus' tryna get your dog to eat this damn food," he answers the actual question, shifting his gaze back to where holly is -- correction: was. he's now in the living room, chewing on a milk bone.

"he's your dog now, too. get used to it," yoongi hums and wraps his arms around jungkook's middle, resting his head on his shoulder. "come back to bed," yoongi drawls. "'s cold out here. holly will eat when he pleases."

jungkook's head falls to the side, where he gently lies his head against yoongi's. "it's 10," he supplies to his boyfriend. he flits his eyes over to the microwave clock. "actually, 10:52, according to the heating device."

jungkook feels the smaller man shrug against his back. "fuck the heating device. come back to bed."

jungkook laughs and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, even though yoongi can't see it. "i'd rather not fuck the heating device, thanks. there's something hotter in this room that i'd like to fuck instead."

"that's pretty self-centered, baby," yoongi answers, unfazed.

"oh, fuck you."

an amused hmm. "fuck me, indeed."

jungkook has nothing more to say to that, thank you, and instead continues their conversation with, "i'm surprised you're even up this early, yoongi. 's not like you. something wrong?"

he asks this in a teasing tone, but yoongi sighs deeply and shrugs.

jungkook furrows his eyebrows, concern pooling in his gut. his mind immediately jumps to some of the worst things, straight to conclusions. he's now on high-alert.

yoongi hadn't seemed off at all, nor has he said anything. he gently shrugs his boyfriend's head off his shoulders and pivots to look at him. he cups the smaller's face in his hands to get a clearer view of his face. jungkook narrows his eyes, searching for any tell-tale sign that would indicate something is off. pouty lips, as normal. cute nose, per usual (duh). cheeks a warm color, but not flushed in any way that wasn't normal or something other than just normal.

but then jungkook's searching eyes finally reaches yoongi's, and jungkook leans a little closer for inspection.

they look. maybe sad?

"what's wrong?" he asks softly, concernedly. his hands drop down a little to rest on the other male's shoulders, gentle but firm.

"nothin'," yoongi mumbles.

"yes, there is, yoongi. please tell me," jungkook implores.

yoongi shrugs and casts his gaze to the side. jungkook sighs, figuring that whatever was bugging yoongi wasn't something that could be so easily shared right there and then, and decides to bring his boyfriend into a warm embrace. he rubs his hand soothingly up and down the older's back, nesting his chin into the crook of his neck.

"you can tell me whenever you want, yoongi, i'm here for you," jungkook gently reminds.

he feels yoongi nod slightly in his hold. he says something, but it's muffled into jungkook's chest. he pulls away, and yoongi chases after the warmth, but jungkook holds him back by the shoulders with a light push.

yoongi sighs again, looking down. "it's just," he begins.

jungkook nods silently, encouraging him to speak his mind freely.

yoongi juts his bottom lip out for a quick moment before continuing. "it's just, just -" he fumbles for words.

"just what, baby," jungkook prods.

yoongi wrings his hands together, seemingly worried. he heaves a big sigh before answering fully this time.

"it's just, you won't come back to bed with me."

what. what?

the words have fully sunken in now, and jungkook groans.

"yoongi. yoongi."

he shoves his face into his hands. through his fingers he can see yoongi laughing, can hear his little snicker.

"fuck you."

jungkook starts to walk past his giggling boyfriend, only to be stopped by a fist clamped around his wrist. the grip is weak, though, due to the owner laughing his ass off, and the restraining hand eventually falls to said owner's side.

"you - you're a damned fool," jungkook mutters, frazzled. he taps his toe agains the floor. he's only slightly irritated, but mostly amused and flustered.

the little fucker.

"i'll go back to bed, if that's what you really fucking want. fuckin' needy piece of shit. headass." jungkook means it, but it's said in good nature.

yoongi smiles wide, his iconic gummy smile melting away any irritation jungkook felt, leaving him feeling warm and affectionate.

jungkook sighs in surrender and reaches down for his boyfriend's hand to take it in his, letting their fingers intertwine naturally.

"c'mon. let's go back to bed."