[yoongi/jungkook] ; breathless

[starrystarrynight]

 

It’s all finished, every last thing. The dishes. Laundry. Trash. Pet food. Groceries. Yoongi’s spent the last hour on his hands and knees scrubbing away at every corner of their shared bathroom, and before that he was organizing countless T-shirts, putting away clothing exactly where it belonged in their closet. He didn’t dare cut any corners, because Jungkook would notice, and god forbid he leave them in the hamper for more than a minute. Wrinkles are high on Jungkook’s list of domestic annoyances, and while Yoongi’s believes he’ll never truly master the art of folding, his fingers just never getting the lines crisp enough, the work is passable. At least he can say the kid didn’t have to help him with anything this time around.

Because right now, Yoongi’s home alone--and has been for the last eight hours. After he kissed Sejin off to school and Jungkook off to the office earlier that morning, Yoongi ignored the familiar pull to go back to bed and fully bask in his day off. Instead, he decided to get to work. House work, that is. And he hasn’t stopped since this morning, driving himself to complete every last chore on Jungkook’s weekend to-do list as efficiently and thoroughly as possible. Hell, he even went online and ordered Jungkook a new Proactiv+ Complete Kit, giving himself a solid ten minutes to sit down.

This is love, Yoongi muses to himself as he types in his credit card information to buy his husband his favorite acne treatment, absentmindedly playing footsie with a dozing Stark. He’s glad someone is taking advantage of a relaxing Friday. In all honesty, though, it’s worth it.

It’s always worth it when it comes to Jungkook, but right now there’s a different sort of fire spurring Yoongi on, giving him the energy to go from one task to the next. Ever since they finished relationship counseling a few weeks ago, Yoongi’s felt something inside him ache and give way underneath the weight of all Jungkook’s unspoken words, all the lingering thoughts and frustrations and desires he had never before voiced until then. They had both agreed that Jungkook needed to be more open, more honest, but Yoongi also needed to listen. He had to pay attention and refocus some energy away from the kid. He had to be there for Jungkook unconditionally, whether the younger reached out for his hand or not--because Yoongi loves him far, far too much to let him slip away, to give him any reason to feel unwanted or unappreciated.

It’s nearly six when Yoongi collapses on the couch post-shower, their apartment picture perfect with everything finished. Jungkook should be home any minute now, and Yoongi gives himself a tired, congratulatory pat--which, naturally, catches Cy’s attention from the windowsill, the black cat jumping up to curl on his chest instead.