Thread by @shookyquirk

quick self-indulgent yoonkook threadfic because i can’t think about hyyh or fires or anything angsty tonight or i will seriously lose it

jungkook is tired. when he landed the gig as an animator for comix wave inc, he expected many more messy overnights freaking out over his sketches, and way, definitely way less office days supervising the coloring and shading of some 3,000+ layers for the latest scene he produced

by the time he reaches his and yoongi’s apartment, he’s already halfway through stepping out his shoes. the sight that greets him once he opens the door makes him do a double-take though. there, right in the middle of their living room floor, like he’d intended to—

go to their bedroom but gave up not two steps in, is his husband, yoongi, with three very lazy dogs laying on him. holly, cloud, and pho barely glance his way as jungkook closes the door and giggles softly at the sight. “hyung?” he gets a short grunt in response, “what is this?”

“tired, pups wanted to cuddle, i was cold. how was work, kook-ah?”

“exhausting,” he whines only a little. “the studio wants to produce a sort of less digitalized short, like they’re taking a page out of miyazaki’s book, i dunno, it’s very tedious work in my opinion.”

“thought you were looking forward to it,” and jungkook knows yoongi’s smirking as he says that. he goes through the motions of settling back home after his long day as he admits that yes, he’s looking forward to the finished product. it’s the getting there that’s kicking his ass.

“no, no, i get it,” yoongi pipes in, “it’s like this class. i can see these kids’ potential, really, i can. but, just because they have good ideas doesn’t mean their execution isn’t making me want to crawl into a hole and die. the last essay i graded referenced the paul brothers—

i gagged, kook, and not in a fun way,” he finishes somewhat dramatically.

by this point jungkook is leaning against the wall with a glass of water in hand, watching the dogs pile around yoongi like water, clearly used to his husband’s antics.

“aw, is that why you decided to meditate in the middle of our living room instead of making dinner?” jungkook teases.

at that, yoongi raises his head and finally looks at him, clearly done with his existential crisis now that he got to rant about the cause, “it’s not my turn.”

“but i’m tired, hyung,” and yes, he’s pouting but, yoongi is weak and jungkook knows it.

“then we’ll order food. come here, kookie, the dogs are cold.”

“just the dogs, hyung?”

“yup,” says yoongi, arms stretched out and fingers wiggling as he waits for jungkook to cuddle him.

“but why the floor?” jungkook asks, even though he’s already set his glass down and is getting on his knees as he accommodates himself beside his little family.

“it’s the aesthetic, bun. what kind of professor would i be if i didn’t break down on the cold hard ground—

at least once during exams season?”

jungkook swats at yoongi’s chest, before draping himself fully over his side as they both laugh quietly.

yoongi eventually does pick up the phone and orders some food. vietnamese, because pho barked when the older shuffled him out of his way.

they make a somewhat pillow fortress on the floor and play “seven pounds” on netflix, because they’re tired and want to cry it out and cuddle and eat comfort food. you know, adult things.

and wow, jungkook thinks, he’s been married to the red-nosed, sobbing mess next to him for—

three months, and he still can’t quite believe his luck. they dated for four years before yoongi got down on one knee and proposed after taking him to busan for their anniversary. stayed engaged for year more because they liked the process of planning.

a whole “what happens in vegas” theme that was meant to follow them back home.

and now, he’s home, yoongi is his home. and the thought that he’ll always come back to this, three cuddly, lazy dogs, and one lovely, honey-sweet man, has jungkook grinning through his tears—

as he turns around to kiss the corner of yoongi’s mouth.

“mm, love you, bun,” yoongi mumbles.

“love you too, hyung,” he whispers back. and they focus back on the movie.