It Was Always You

~ 6 ~

~ Noona's POV ~

As I stood there in front of the stove stirring Yoongi's favorite breakfast I found myself getting lost in thought.

Last night he kissed me.

Min Yoongi.

Kissed me.

And not just a peck.

His lips were firm, and moved across my own in smooth movements. My heart started beating faster, and I was suddenly aware of every soft touch. When his fingers tangled in my hair I had to hold back a moan. I forgot how it felt to be handled with such tenderness. He held my head against his, taking the kiss from me, but it was willingly given.

It was such a warm feeling, and I felt so comfortable laying there sharing that moment with him. I thought when I saw him leaning forward that he was just snuggling closer to me. I never expected him to kiss me.

I'll be honest. I didn't see it coming but I never would have guessed a simple kiss from my best friend would have been a soothing medicine for the heavy heart I had in my chest. He made me feel safe, and warm, and every bit important.

Feelings I had forgotten existed.

I wonder what prompted him to actually kiss me. What was it, in that moment that made him do that? Was it just a vulnerable moment, or was there more to it?

I shook my head trying to refocus back on not burning the food in front of me. Yoongi was truly one of the purest souls of only good intentions. He would have not kissed me if he thought it would ruin anything between us.

It was just a friend seeking comfort in another. And I had no problem giving him that comfort.

Still though...I liked that kiss.

It was soft and it made me feel needed.

But there was something more about it weighing on my mind.

It was just a kiss?

So why can't I stop thinking about it?

Just as I was plating the food, Yoongi woke up, his hair a mess and clearly needing of coffee. I let out a small giggle at his appearance, making him give me an evil glare.

"Good morning, handsome." I smiled to him, setting his plate down in front of him. "Ham, spinach, and cheese omelet. Would you like some tomatoes and avocado?"

"The keto thing? Really, you're still doing this?" He grumbled, then yawned.

I laughed as I poured him his coffee before turning hand setting it in front of him. "It's working." I said. "And I feel better when I eat this way. And I enjoy the meals I eat. You living here may be a blessing in disguise because you wont be eating nearly as much junk."

He took a sip of his coffee before nodding his head. "You're probably right."

"So, tomatoes and avocados?" I asked wiggling my eye brows.

He chuckled at my animated body language nodding at me. I sliced a few tomatoes adding them and the avocado pieces to both of our breakfasts. We sat in a comfortable silence, just the sounds of our forks hitting the plates filling the room.

"I don't want to go back to work." I sighed taking both of our plates.

"I can wash them." He offered.

"Thank you but I got it. I enjoy providing hospitality."

"Just not used to it I guess." He shrugged, drinking more of his coffee.