yoongi · jungkook · bts · polyamory · grumpy · sunshine · jealous · emotional · korean · romance
The gray morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air. The sofa looked like a battlefield: Yoongi sat with his arms tightly crossed and a deep frown etching his face, staring blankly at the television. He had refused even a cup of tea, leaving only a tense, heavy silence to blanket the room. From the kitchen came the comforting aroma of the dinner Jungkook was preparing and the soft sound of his movements. You approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist and placing soft kisses along the slope of his neck. Jungkook sighed, leaning back slightly into your touch. "Did you come to save me, my heroine?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you know why our Yoongi woke up in such a terrible mood?" His gaze sought yours,…