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Jungkook scrunched his nose as soon as he woke up, already knowing it was too early to wake. He hid his nose on the crook of his elbow, his body curling towards the source of heat that was always by his side and blinked his eyes open, surprised, when he didn’t find it. He yawned as he sat up, his hand flying to the empty sheets and finding them barely warm.
He frowned and looked around the room but the studio apartment was cast in dark shadows and his– his hyung was nowhere in sight. He sighed and wiggled to the edge of the bed, finding his clothes and pulling them on with his eyes still half-closed.
He stopped in the kitchen to start the coffee maker before making a quick stop in the bathroom. When he returned, feeling relatively more awake, the coffee still hadn’t finished brewing. He leaned against the counter and pulled back the curtain on the small window above the sink, the tip of his foot tapping against the cold concrete floor. The sky was a deep blue that hid a hint of impending gold on the horizon.
Jungkook grabbed the first pair of jackets hanging over the piano bench and quickly put it on, barely stumbling as Yoongi’s scent washed over him, and poured two cups of coffee as soon as the machine finished brewing. He remembered to grab his keys just a second before he headed out the door.
He didn’t turn toward the elevators but continued up the hall until he reached the emergency staircase and took the stairs two at a time, careful not to spill the coffee on his hand. The “employees only” sign greeted him as unhelpfully as ever. Jungkook barely spared it a glance as he opened the door to the rooftop, though doing so with both hands full proved to be a tougher challenge than expected.
The small ball of anxiety that had settled in his stomach when he didn't find Yoongi sleeping next to him was unleashed when his eyes landed on him. Yoongi was sitting on the edge of the roof, with his cheek resting on one of his raised knees, and his unfocused gaze lost in the horizon. The grey cigarette smoke surrounded him like a halo. He didn't bother to turn around to see him approaching, he knew it was Jungkook the same way Jungkook knew where to find him when he disappeared.
Jungkook hesitated a second before sitting next to him, breathing in the morning cold of early spring. Yoongi was barefoot.
“Are you awake?”
Yoongi huffed out a laugh and took a slow drag on his cigarette before turning around.
“And if I told you I’m not?”
Jungkook shrugged. Yoongi’s sleepwalking wasn’t new but, even after years of friendship, he still wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do about it. Usually, Yoongi woke up, sat on the piano and began to play at ungodly hours of the night. Jungkook had to softly coax him to bed. Not as usual were the days when Yoongi was simply banished from the apartment and found himself here, on the rooftop. Most of the time, the cold on the soles of his feet was enough to wake him up. Sometimes it wasn’t.
“I brought coffee,” he said and pressed one of the cups against Yoongi’s cold hands. Yoongi took a small sip and hummed, his eyes falling shut for a second to savour the moment to its fullness before they returned to Jungkook in a silent thank you. “Were you awake when you got out?”
“Yes.” Yoongi sipped again. There were lilac bruises under his eyes. Jungkook wanted, more than anything, to brush them away with the caress of his thumbs. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“You could have woken me up. I could have come with you.”
“You’re here now, aren’t you?” Yoongi’s eyes softened when he looked at him. Jungkook felt the blush rise on his cheeks and looked away. The butterflies on his stomach were as awake as them. “My troubles with sleep are not your problem, Jungkook-ah.”
“I don’t mind,” he was quick to say, too quick if Yoongi’s soft laugh was any indication of it. Still, Jungkook insisted, “Really.”
“I know, bun.”
Jungkook lowered his head to hide his satisfaction at the pet name.
They drank in silence, looking at the horizon as it began to turn from blue to beautiful shades of orange and gold. Yoongi finished his cigarette and pressed it against the concrete to turn it off, flicking it down the emptiness at their feet. Jungkook watched it disappear and looked at Yoongi’s feet. With a sigh, he grabbed both of Yoongi’s ankles and gently tugged at them until he put them on Jungkook’s lap. Unsurprisingly, they were freezing and Jungkook did his best to try and warm them up with his hands.
Yoongi looked at him, amused, but didn’t pull away. The bags under his eyes looked less miserable under the soft light of the sunrise.
“What kept you awake?”
Yoongi didn’t answer right away but Jungkook dind’t expect him to. Yoongi was always careful with his words, always feeling them on his tongue before he let them out into the word. He knew the weight they carried. He opened his mouth, a small frown etched between his eyebrows. He looked at Jungkook, looked at the horizon and then back at him. Whatever was on his shoulders floated away right then. Jungkook saw it in the way he let himself relax.
“It doesn’t seem to matter so much now.”
Jungkook offered him a tiny smile that was immediately returned.
“You remembered our problems are too small compared with the scale of the universe?” he singsoned, quoting something Yoongi himself had said during another one of their rooftop escapades.
Yoongi chuckled.
“The universe is too big. Our problems are too small,” he affirmed with a small nod. Then he snuggled closer, cupping Jungkook’s face with his free hand. “And you’re very, very beautiful.”
The first sunrays and Yoongi kissed Jungkook at the same time.