~ Noona's POV ~

As I stood there in front of the stove stirring Yoongi's favorite breakfast I found myself getting lost in thought.

Last night he kissed me.

Min Yoongi.

Kissed me.

And not just a peck.

His lips were firm, and moved across my own in smooth movements. My heart started beating faster, and I was suddenly aware of every soft touch. When his fingers tangled in my hair I had to hold back a moan. I forgot how it felt to be handled with such tenderness. He held my head against his, taking the kiss from me, but it was willingly given.

It was such a warm feeling, and I felt so comfortable laying there sharing that moment with him. I thought when I saw him leaning forward that he was just snuggling closer to me. I never expected him to kiss me.

I'll be honest. I didn't see it coming but I never would have guessed a simple kiss from my best friend would have been a soothing medicine for the heavy heart I had in my chest. He made me feel safe, and warm, and every bit important.

Feelings I had forgotten existed.

I wonder what prompted him to actually kiss me. What was it, in that moment that made him do that? Was it just a vulnerable moment, or was there more to it?

I shook my head trying to refocus back on not burning the food in front of me. Yoongi was truly one of the purest souls of only good intentions. He would have not kissed me if he thought it would ruin anything between us.

It was just a friend seeking comfort in another. And I had no problem giving him that comfort.

Still though...I liked that kiss.

It was soft and it made me feel needed.

But there was something more about it weighing on my mind.

It was just a kiss?

So why can't I stop thinking about it?

Just as I was plating the food, Yoongi woke up, his hair a mess and clearly needing of coffee. I let out a small giggle at his appearance, making him give me an evil glare.

"Good morning, handsome." I smiled to him, setting his plate down in front of him. "Ham, spinach, and cheese omelet. Would you like some tomatoes and avocado?"

"The keto thing? Really, you're still doing this?" He grumbled, then yawned.

I laughed as I poured him his coffee before turning hand setting it in front of him. "It's working." I said. "And I feel better when I eat this way. And I enjoy the meals I eat. You living here may be a blessing in disguise because you wont be eating nearly as much junk."

He took a sip of his coffee before nodding his head. "You're probably right."

"So, tomatoes and avocados?" I asked wiggling my eye brows.

He chuckled at my animated body language nodding at me. I sliced a few tomatoes adding them and the avocado pieces to both of our breakfasts. We sat in a comfortable silence, just the sounds of our forks hitting the plates filling the room.

"I don't want to go back to work." I sighed taking both of our plates.

"I can wash them." He offered.

"Thank you but I got it. I enjoy providing hospitality."

"Just not used to it I guess." He shrugged, drinking more of his coffee.

Did Jisoo really never cook for him? I didn't want to ask; I probably already knew the answer. I had to take a deep breath at the thought of her, but the anger quickly passed when I felt him wrap me up in a hug from behind and place a kiss on my cheek.

"What was that for?" I asked turning and returning the hug.

"Thank you for breakfast." He said, rubbing my back. "And for always being there when I need you."

"Of course." I said leaning up and smiling. "You're my best friend, and I love you. I will always be here, even on days you wish I wouldn't be."

That made him crack a smile. "That would never happen." He replied letting go of me. "I also, don't want to go to work."

"We could play hooky?" I suggested, but honestly, I wanted to go to work. I needed a different kind of distraction, but if he needed me, I could suck it up.

"No." He replied yawning and grabbing his coffee. "I have to get a few things done this week. I have a deadline on Friday for a few songs and I just got the last of the recordings."

"I have a lot of paperwork to catch up on." I admitted. "I hate it."

He laughed and went back to his room, me following behind to get back to mine. Everything felt normal and I was so relieved. I didn't want things to be weird or awkward between us just because of one kiss.

It was just one kiss.

Over the next several days, Yoongi and I got into a pretty steady routine. We would go back and forth between cooking for one another, and he came home one day with several groceries, and I noticed 90% of the items he bought were keto friendly.

He was thoughtful that way.

The few things he did buy that were not, he hid in his room, but he always told me he'd share if I wanted it. I just appreciated the lack of temptation.

Something I don't think either of us expected was to continue sleeping in the same bed together. As if on rotation, one night we would sleep in my bed, the next in his. There was no more kisses exchanged, and no other intimate moments other that cuddling. But honestly that was enough. I preferred sleeping with someone else, and being deprived of it for so long, I wasn't going to voluntarily stop it. Especially with Yoongi. I slept so well in his arms, but that honestly didn't surprise me.

It was Thursday night when he came home, looking extra tired.

"Rough day?" I asked.

"Kind of." He replied walking over to me. "Just so much more to do than I expected. The deadline has actually been extended two weeks because the vocalist isn't happy with the lyrics. So my job is put on hold while he talks with the guys who writes his music. He's so fucking needy." He said rubbing his hands over his face. When he plopped down on the couch next to me, he turned to his side and laid his head in my lap.

I laughed at his childlike action but knew what he wanted. I started running my fingernails over his scalp making him close his eyes and hum deep in his throat. The octave that he hit made something in my stomach twist, but it left as quickly as it came.

"Doesn't that mean you have a break, kind of?"

He sighed, keeping his eyes closed. "Again, kind of. Like my stuff is also now on pause, but now I have to wait for the recordings to come back and ALL the work that I did this week is now for shit. I'm so irritated with this label."

"Are there other labels you could work for?"

"Yes, but I'm trying to hold out on this one because I've been there so long and the quality, I have given them is far superior to the other producers. I'm the only one that has my own studio, with my own lock and code. The others have to share booths, I don't. That comes with time, and I've done my time."

I laughed. "You make it sound like a prison sentence."

He smiled. "Well when you work with idiots, sometimes it feels that way." Then he let out a deep sigh and opened his eyes, looking up at me. "What about you? How was your day?"

"It was productive. I spent the entire day going over contracts with a new client. They were pitching an investment idea to one of our shareholders. The one that was in charge of like, 60% of the spending, and it took me forever to go through the contract. But I'm glad I did because the deal would have lost us a lot of money."

"Damn. Nice catch."

"Yeah, my boss thought so too." I smiled. "I have a meeting with him next week about my change in positions. He wants me to be an assistant buyer."

"Assistant buyer?"

"Yeah, I would be part of a team of buyers that decides what is put in the stores and what is on the website. The inventory can be expanded greatly, and he wants me to put together a presentation."

"Noona, that's amazing!"

"Well, lets just hope that I actually am able to pull off the presentation." I said with nervousness. "But I can't help but hope, being an assistant buyer, instead of being in the quality assessment department would double my salary, and it's on a contract basis. I would be part of the team for at least 5 years."

"I know you will do great. Obviously, they see amazing potential in you."

"Thanks, Yoongi." I smiled down at him. "I made you a plate of food. It's in the fridge if you're hungry."

He leaned up and got to his feet. "Actually, I'm starving. Thank you, Noona." As he rounded the couch, he placed a kiss on the top of my head before getting all the way into the kitchen.

"I'm gunna take a shower." I shouted to him, standing and walking towards my bedroom.

"What?"

"Shower!"

"Okay!"

I shook my head and made my way inside closing the door behind me. It was one of those showers that you needed to literally shave everything of because you had been putting it off for so long.

So I took my time, and played some music letting my body relax in the hot water. I used a brand-new razor, and even put a conditioning treatment in my hair letting it sit for a good 15 minutes before rinsing it out. By the time I was all done, I felt like a human again.

Better yet, I felt like a woman again.

I grabbed my body oil and walked out into my bedroom drying off my hair in the towel. I set the dry side on my bed and let the towel on my body fall to the floor taking my body oil and starting at my legs. By the time I was rubbing oil on my arms, it happened.

My bedroom door flew open to a yawning Yoongi, and I froze like a deer in headlights.

"Noona are you rea-OH SHIT!" He stared for a second, his eyes taking in my entire bare body, before they locked with mine and widened even more. "Fuck!" He breathed turning around and covering his eyes with his hand and I leaned to grab the towel from the ground.

"What the hell!?" I yelled, finally processing what just happened. I felt my entire body light on fire at the blush that was washing through me.

"I'm so sorry!" He said. "I figured you'd be dressed by now, it's been almost an hour!"

"Why didn't you knock?"

"I've never knocked before!" he defended.

As I stood there, the towel covering a vision I'm sure was burned in his mind by now. I started laughing.

"I can't believe, you fucking walked in on me." I said between chuckles.

"It's not funny." He said in a low voice, his tone serious and sultry.

I tried to stop laughing, and when I saw him peek behind him at me, he started to smile. "It's kind of funny." I replied.

He fully faced me, now that I was covered in the towel. "I really am sorry." He said, and I could swear I saw him blush. "I'm just going to go into my room now."

He backed up slowly, and again I watched as his eyes moved from my head to my toes and back up again. I had no idea what he was thinking, but I thought I was going to fall into a hole.

My best friend just saw me naked.

Great.

I let out a sigh and decided I just needed to shake it off. I finished applying my body oil before grabbing a clean pair of panties and a night shirt. I dried my hair a little more before hanging up both towels. I brushed through my hair, then my teeth, then turned my light off crossing the hallway into Yoongi's room.

He laid there in the middle of the bed in a starfish, his hands flat against his face with his elbows raised up in a bent position. I stepped closer to him, keeping my steps light, and he looked like he was in pain.

"You okay?" I asked making him jump and let out a small shout.

"Fuck, Noona. You scared the shit out of me. What the fuck?" He said placing his palm to his heart.

I couldn't stop giggling. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. What's wrong with you."

His eyes were intense as they stared back into mine, but he swallowed before scooting to make room for me. "Nothing, I'm just tired."

I raised an eyebrow climbing under the covers and into his arms. When my head laid on his chest, I couldn't stop the muffled laughter coming from my throat. "You should have seen your face."

With an amused tone he replied. "You came in here like a fucking ninja. Cough or make a noise next time."

"I'm sorry." I said smiling into his chest. "Next time I'll knock. Like normal people."

"Shut up." He laughed placing his other arm over me and holding me to his chest.

That night I didn't fall asleep exhausted or sad. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, still laughing on the inside to Yoongi's flustered state.