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As soon as Yoongi walks in the door, Jungkook’s all over him, bouncing and pulling him into a hug before Yoongi can even take his shoes off.
As tired—and even a little bit grumpy—as he is, he can’t help the smile that comes to his face as Jungkook starts excitedly rambling about something.
“Woah, hey, let hyung get his shoes off,” Yoongi whispers gently.
Jungkook blushes and smiles sheepishly, wringing his hands as he mumbles an apology. “You came home late; I was excited.”
Yoongi chuckles at this as he takes his shoes off and places them on the rack. “I know, sunshine. You’re adorable. C’mere?” he asks, and Jungkook practically launches himself into his arms and presses their lips together. It’s exactly what he’d been looking forward to after a long day of listening to students’ complaints, grading papers, and dealing with other faculty bullshit.
“Missed you,” Yoongi whispers against his lips.
“Missed you more.”
“Missed you most.”
Jungkook groans as he pulls away, and Yoongi stifles a grin behind his hand. Jungkook pulls it away and brings it to his lips, kissing his knuckles.
“You always win!” he whines.
“I can’t believe you always let me win.”
Yoongi’s over the moon to be at home, enjoying his boyfriend’s company. He missed the exciting energy that counteracts his quiet and calm demeanor.
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Anyways! I figured we could have leftovers for dinner,” he says. “Do you want me to heat them up while you change?”
Yoongi smiles. “That would be great.”
After five years together, they know how to take care of each other better than they know how to care for themselves. It still warms Yoongi’s heart.
He steals another kiss and then quickly changes. He puts on one of Jungkook’s shirts, and he thinks they’re his joggers, but he’s not too sure—those could be Jungkook’s too. He doesn’t care, either way.
He walks out and into the kitchen, and Jungkook’s heating up leftover japchae. He’s already eating his, a few of them hanging from his mouth.
Yoongi snorts. “You couldn’t wait for me? Your loving boyfriend who doubled the recipe so we could have leftovers?”
Jungkook smiles sheepishly and shrugs. “Sorry, I’m starving.”
Yoongi kisses his cheek. “It’s okay,” he says. Then, the microwave beeps, and Yoongi grabs his bowl and motions towards the living room. Jungkook follows him, and they go to sit on the couch, Yoongi putting on something random for background noise.
They eat in silence, a comfortable one, with their shoulders pressed together.
Yoongi loves nights like this, where he feels like he can decompress and relax, and nobody is demanding things for him or expecting them to fix their grades when they didn’t put in the work, to begin with.
But mostly, he loves being with Jungkook—until he notices Jungkook staring at him after they’re finished eating.
He knows this look all too well. It’s this specific look he gets when he’s about to ask for something he knows Yoongi won’t like.
Yoongi narrows his eyes as Jungkook grins, something wicked, almost. “What do you want?”
“I swear, you can read my mind, sometimes.”
Yoongi chuckles and reaches over to cup Jungkook’s cheek. “You’re not subtle, baby.”
Jungkook shrugs. “I can live with that.”
“So, you don’t want anything?”
“No, no, I do. I have a proposition.” Yoongi narrows his eyes. “It’s good, I swear!” The younger insists, but Yoongi’s hesitant to believe him. “I have hair dye.”
Yoongi’s reply is immediate as his hand drops from Jungkook’s cheek, “No.”
Jungkook starts pouting, and Yoongi averts his gaze. He can’t handle the pouting.
“But hyung! We’ll match. I wanna match. That sounds so cute.”
“That sounds disgusting,” Yoongi mutters, even though he actually thinks it’s kind of cute. Jungkook knows this and crawls over and rests his chin on Yoongi’s shoulder. “And besides, we already match.”
Jungkook’s a hairstylist, so he’s constantly doing things to his hair and wanting to do something to Yoongi’s hair. The elder usually resists, feigns needing to look ‘professional,’ but he caved a few weeks ago. Jungkook wanted to go blonde and managed to convince Yoongi to do the same. He dyed his hair purple a few days later, so they weren’t matching for that long.
Yoongi didn’t necessarily love the idea of matching or even dying his hair at all, but he did love the joy that it brought Jungkook and how giddy it made him.
Jungkook pouts. “Currently, we don’t match. My hair is still a little purple. But, if we both did blue, then we would be matching.”
“Blue?” Yoongi asks cautiously. He so badly wants to resist, but the way Jungkook is looking at him right now, smile so wide, eyes so shiny and hopeful, he can’t deny him anything. “Fine, but make mine lighter,” he grumbles.
Jungkook shoots up, beaming at Yoongi, and then drags him into the bathroom, where everything is already set up. Yoongi groans at the sight.
“I hate you; you know that?” he comments, sitting down in the chair Jungkook brought in here.
“You love me!” the younger chirps and leans down to kiss Yoongi, who happily kisses him back.
“I do,” Yoongi murmurs as he pulls away. “The worst decision I ever made, really.” Jungkook lets out the loudest laugh, and it’s like music to Yoongi’s ears. So, he continues to tease. “It’s about to end with me having blue hair. Can’t believe that.”
Jungkook snorts now and flicks Yoongi’s forehead, and laughs some more.
“You brat!” Yoongi screeches.
Jungkook laughs louder and then presses his lips to Yoongi’s forehead as an apology. “Better?”
Yoongi mumbles something under his breath, but his pink cheeks give it away that it’s indeed much better.
Jungkook gets to work on his hair first as Yoongi sits and watches him. They have different jobs, but they’ll never get tired of hearing about and watching the other work.
Jungkook mixes the dye, puts his gloves on, and then starts brushing the color on his hair. Yoongi watches fondly, a small smile on his face, and Jungkook catches him. The elder immediately looks away, and Jungkook grins.
“You know you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, right?” Jungkook tells him, quietly, almost like it’s a secret.
Except it’s not really a secret because Jungkook looks at Yoongi like he hung the moon, and Yoongi looks at Jungkook like he would give him the moon.
Jungkook takes great pleasure in watching the way Yoongi’s face scrunches up, and then he hides his face in his hands. It takes him a few minutes to get a hold of himself, but then he meets Jungkook’s gaze in the mirror.
“I do know that,” he exhales. “But you know I feel the same way, right? You’re my whole world.”
Jungkook’s the one spluttering and blushing now. “I love you,” he says.
“I love you too.”
They enjoy the silence as Jungkook finishes up his hair, and then he turns to Yoongi with a wicked smile.
“Your turn, hyung.”
Yoongi whines a bit, protesting, “And you’re sure this won’t damage my hair more?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “That’s literally the whole point of bleaching your hair. So, you can dye it again.”
Yoongi sighs dramatically but relents. “Fine, okay. But make it pastel. I think this house can only handle one blueberry.”
Jungkook laughs so hard he has to grab onto Yoongi’s shoulder for support. The elder can’t help but join him.
Once Jungkook composes himself, he mixes the leftover hair dye with conditioner until he gets it a color that Yoongi is happy with.
Yoongi takes a deep breath as Jungkook starts to brush the color on his hair. He does love the feeling of Jungkook’s fingers in his hair. It’s relaxing, and he lets his eyes flutter shut as Jungkook starts to tell him a work story.
Yoongi makes sure to let him know that he’s listening, nodding, and humming along to the story. Even though they added hair dyeing to the mix, this night isn’t unlike their usual nights.
They trade stories from their day, with their hands roaming each other, exchanging a few kisses, while they happily listen to each other.
Jungkook finally finishes adding the color to Yoongi’s hair and announces it with a “Ta-da!”
“Great, now we’re both blueberries,” Yoongi says, and Jungkook laughs but smacks his shoulder.
“We can wash the dye out in a bit, and then we’ll be blueberries,” he corrects. Yoongi snorts and shakes his head.
“C’mere,” Yoongi says suddenly and pulls Jungkook into his lap. The younger gasps but goes willingly and smiles when they’re face to face.
“What’s that for?”
Yoongi shakes his head. “Nothing just wanted to be close to you.”
Jungkook whines and buries his head in Yoongi’s neck.
They stay like that until Jungkook’s timer goes off, arms wrapped around each other and sharing slow, deep kisses when they feel like it.
“Do you wanna shower together?” Jungkook asks.
Yoongi pauses and thinks about it. “Yeah, but—but I don’t wanna do anything if that’s okay.”
Jungkook frowns. “Of course that’s okay, hyung. You should know by now it doesn’t matter what we do or don’t do. I just like being with you.”
Jungkook’s told him a thousand times, but Yoongi still needs to hear it again sometimes. He takes a deep breath and nods, and then they start to strip.
They shower together, Jungkook getting the water to a perfect temperature. Yoongi didn’t realize how much he needed this, a quiet night in with the love of his life until Jungkook’s fingers are working magic in his hair, massaging his scalp and rinsing the dye out of his hair.
Yoongi’s the best at taking care of people, but sometimes he just needs to be cared for, too, and Jungkook knows just how to do that.
They step out of the shower, and Jungkook instantly wraps Yoongi in a towel, which has him grumbling because—
“M’ not a baby, Kook-ah.”
Jungkook giggles as he fluffs his hair. “You’re my baby, though. That counts.”
Yoongi grumbles again, but Jungkook swallows it down with a kiss. He knows kisses are the best way to quiet Yoongi.
He pulls away, and Yoongi almost feels a bit dazed from that one.
“Are you gonna let me style your hair, too?” Jungkook asks, smirking a little bit because he always knows the answer.
“Did you think I wouldn’t?”
“Still nice to ask.”
Yoongi smiles and kisses Jungkook’s cheeks and then sits in the chair again. Jungkook takes the towel off his head, and then they both burst into laughter.
“Wow, we’re both blueberries,” Jungkook says. “I love it.”
“I can’t believe you talked me into his,” Yoongi wheezes, but he does have to admit, they look adorable together, and Jungkook’s happy, smiling as wide as ever, and that’s all that matters to him.
They send pictures to their group chat with their friends after Jungkook styles both of their hair, and everyone cracks up. Yoongi pretends to hate it, but he secretly loves that everybody calls them the blueberries for months to come.