He woke alone.
It wasn't even that big of a shock. Waking curled up on the sofa, alone where there had once been warmth next to him. The cushion was cold, and his fingers curled upon the surface with the realization. At least the blanket had been placed over him, a soft gesture that only made the abandonment hurt more.
Pushing himself up, he stretched out slowly, sighing at the way his muscles cramped and protested after having been in the same positions for so long. At some point the television had been shut off, and he looked around the space as if it would somehow provide him with answers. There was no note, but then again he hadn't been expecting one. There were no traces of Jungkook left behind at all. Only the two sets of flowers that seemed to mock him with their brightness.
But the sun was out now. And he wasn't meant to be loved in the light of day. He was meant to be a dirty secret hidden away in the dark of night. And he wondered if that would ever stop hurting.
...
Making coffee wasn't going well. He was just forcing himself through the motions when he heard the front door open, and at first he thought it was just Taehyung, probably coming back to finally tell him he was moving out for good. Only he was certain Yoongi wouldn't have space for all of his massice piles of clothes, so at least he would probably still end up paying his share of the rent.
Only for the sound of paper rustling to capture his attention, body twisting as he watched Jungkook slip into the apartment, closing the door as silently as he could. There were two cups held within his hands, and a large paper bag cradled against his body, and he watched as he crept past the couch towards the kitchen, stopping short once he saw that Seokjin was already awake.
"So much for surprising you with breakfast in bed." There was that voice again. The real one that he was coming to enjoy so much more than the husky rasp it would deepen into.
"So romantic of you." Honestly he didn't know why those words slipped from his lips. Only that he couldn't stop them.
"Just trying to impress you sweetheart." There was that name again, and it made his knees feel weak.
"Mm, you're doing a good job." In reality, all Jungkook ever really had to do was look at him and he wouldn't probably give in to whatever was asked of him.
"Then where are my good morning kisses?" This felt entirely too close to something it wasn't. Something real and intense. Something sweet. Something he knew the name of but refused to place it on this.
"Waiting for you to come get them." His body twisted as he moved to press back against the counter, and he smiled as he watched Jungkook set the bag and the coffees down on the bar that separated the two rooms. That smile only widened as the space between them closed and those hands found his hips and he was being drawn in. As soft lips met his own and it was so sweet, so gentle and caring and he felt it then. Felt the care and the warmth and the need. Felt that word again, and forced himself to remember that wasn't what this was. Despite the way they seemed to grow addicted to each other's lips, his own hands lifting to cup slightly chilled cheeks, giggling slightly as he was pressed more firmly back and a cold nose buried it's self in his neck.
They ate at the bar, drinking their coffees and sharing little bits of food. Bacon and eggs and toast, and he smiled at the knowledge that Jungkook had once more put in so much effort just to do something for him. Sure, it was probably just because he had saved him from the apparently terror that was Yoongi and Taehyung for an evening, but he got the feeling that he wouldn't have gone to such lengths if he didn't actually want to.
It was calm and comfortable and he tried not to allow himself to imagine how it would be to have this every single day. To be in the presence of someone who cared about him. Of someone who loved him.
But that wasn't what this was. So he forced that emotion down.
