Yoongi frowned as he watched Jungkook. The younger male hadn't touched the omelette that Yoongi had tried making, after the previous night's dinner had been rejected. It appeared this egg was rejected by the boy as well.

"You gonna eat that?" He asked, waving a lazy hand at the plate in front of Jungkook. The boy looked up and stared at the older male, not saying a word. He gave no indication as to whether he was going to or not, simply blinking once before dropping his gaze back down. Yoongi figured it was probably just best to let the boy do what he wanted, there was no point forcing it. Jungkook would just fight against him if he tried that.

So instead he just finished his own one and started washing up the dishes before he left for work. As he did that, the younger male slipped from the table and took his usual seat on the couch. Yoongi didn't even notice until he heard the familiar opening to the drama Jungkook was watching. He sighed and turned, about to tell the boy off for watching television before finishing his breakfast. But then he saw Jungkook and found himself unable to do that. The boy looked too content, curled up with his wings hugging him, to be scolded. And Yoongi preferred a happy Jungkook to a sulking one.

"I've put the omelette in the fridge, in case you get hungry later." Yoongi said after he'd finished. He stood beside the couch, lightly ruffling the younger's hair. The slightly greasy feeling on his fingers reminded him that he was going to have to wash the boy's hair soon ― an activity that the brunette was definitely not looking forward to. "I'll be going now. Usually drill, alright?"

"Wait, Yoongi." Jungkook suddenly said as the older male went to leave, gripping the sleeve of his shirt. "Why does that girl like two people?"

Yoongi couldn't deny he'd been hoping for something more from the boy ― that his hopes had risen when he got a response. But he suppressed his sigh and answered him anyway, "Probably because they're both nice to her and she's attracted to both of them. She probably can't decide."

"She doesn't love them." The younger muttered right after the character being discussed confessed to her friend that she loved both of them. "She doesn't really love them, does she?"

"No, I don't think so... It probably just feels like she does."

"What does love feel like?" He was going to be late for work if these questions kept coming, Yoongi realised.

"I can't tell you off experience, but supposedly it feels, like, I don't know, both really good and painful―"

"That sounds like those things the other people in that show were doing." This made the older male chuckle and he shook his head.

"Different sort of feeling, Kookie. I'm pretty sure that that doesn't feel like love." Yoongi sat down beside the couch, figuring this might take a little longer. His legs were also getting tired. Jungkook paused the television and rolled over onto his side. He now watched the older male, his wings folded in a way that the brunette could only assume was causing some minor discomfort. "I think love is a bit stronger and better than those emotions ― I hope so, at least."

"Do you know what the other one feels like?" The older male nodded. "How?"

"How does it feel? It differs." Yoongi sighed, unable to believe he was discussing these sorts of things with someone who, to him, seemed to have the mental age of a child. "Sometimes you feel good and just want to lie there and cuddle with whoever you've just slept with; sometimes you can feel really crap."

"I felt both those things when we slept together."

Again, the younger made Yoongi chuckle, "Different sort of thing, again. Sleeping is a euphemism, a nicer word for it." The brunette then pulled out his phone and sighed, realising he was definitely going to be late. While the conversation was an odd choice, he didn't particularly want to leave the surprisingly talkative younger. Then again, he'd trade almost anything for work. "I'm gonna have to go now, Kookie. If you have any other questions, ask me when I get home."

"Will you be home late again?" Jungkook asked as he watched the older male get up.

"Hopefully not." There was nothing on the boy's face that told Yoongi how he felt about this news ― a tinge of disappointment appeared inside of him. He thought they'd been making progress together.

Apparently not.

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"You didn't eat your breakfast..." Yoongi said when he opened the fridge, seeing the omelette still sitting where he'd put it that morning. "Don't you like my omelettes?" He glanced over his shoulder; Jungkook didn't respond. "Well, alright, I'll make you something different tomorrow... What do you want for dinner?"

No response. Yoongi couldn't say he was surprised.

"I'll just make instant noodles then." Still no response and still no surprise for Yoongi. He was beginning to wonder if he'd imagined all of the positive interactions he had had with Jungkook, that maybe his mind had created them to save him from the disappointing reality that he was getting nowhere with his ward.

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boyfriend and bigflo be distracting me from what was supposed to be a quick, on-the-bus thing