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“Hyung.” Jungkook frowns, poking Yoongi’s cheek. They have just finished their dance practice and are heading to the van to go home.
“I said no.” Yoongi states, trying to end the conversation promptly. Jin raises an eyebrow at the two and Jungkook just shrugs his shoulders.
“Said no to what?” Taehyung asks, having missed the beginning of the conversation. Yoongi grits his teeth but controls his facial features to appear calm.
“Jungkook thinks my bed is comfier and wants to trade.” Yoongi says, ignoring the fact that Jungkook has just grabbed his hand and is starting to swing their arms.
“Ah,” Taehyung says. “But I thought all the beds were the same?”
Jungkook shakes his head. “I tested out all of them on Saturday when you guys forgot me at home-”
“-We didn’t forget you-” Namjoon cuts in.
“-and Yoongi-Hyung’s bed is definitely the comfiest.” Jungkook finishes.
Yoongi tries to unlatch Jungkook’s hand from his. It’s a losing battle.
“Wait - but why would you get the comfiest bed?” Jimin asks as they all start to climb into the van.
“Because I’m cute.” Jungkook says, a smug smile on his face. The worst part is, no one denies it.
Yoongi is dragged into the van next to Jungkook who’s still holding onto his hand. Most of the members are tired beyond comprehension and the Dongsaeng is no exception. When Yoongi wakes up when their manager arrives at their dorm he finds Jungkook asleep on his shoulder.
“Wake up, you brat.” Yoongi pushes Jungkook’s head off his shoulder and opens the door to make a break for it. The other members laugh at Jungkook as he falls into the empty space that Yoongi had been occupying and grumpily wakes up.
-
Yoongi is awakened in the middle of the night. He’s usually a fairly heavy sleeper and assumes that it must be morning. He’s surprised to see that the room is still pitch dark. Then he hears the reason he’d woke up - Jungkook is having a nightmare.
He’s turning and tossing in his bed across the room, whimpering pitifully.
Yoongi sits up and stares at him while his eyes adjust to the darkness.
Should he wake him up? Do nothing?
Yoongi decides to go back to sleep. He shoves himself back into his pillows and closes his eyes, willing for sleep to take it’s natural course and for him to drift back to -
A loud crash from the other side of the room has Yoongi’s eyes flying open once again. He sits up and rubs his eyes, only to see that the brat has now fallen out of his bed. Yoongi sighs, finally deciding to help. How on Earth didn’t this wake the other members?
Yoongi pads his way over to the other side of the room silently, only to see that Jungkook is still asleep on the ground. The rapper rolls his eyes.
“Jungkook.” Yoongi says, poking him in the thigh with his foot, a little forcibly.
Apparently Jungkook is a better heavy sleeper than Yoongi is.
Yoongi kneels down beside Jungkook, trying to think of what to do. He decides to carefully lift Jungkook back into his bed without waking him. Yeah. That should do.
Slowly, Yoongi wraps his arms around Jungkook and picks him up bridal style. It takes him a second to work out how to get to his feet while carrying his Dongsaeng, but he manages. Yoongi bends down to place Jungkook back in his bed when Jungkook’s eyes fly open.
Damn it.
“Hyung?” Jungkook whispers.
“Go back to sleep,” Yoongi says as he throws a blanket over him. “You fell out of bed.”
“I did?” Jungkook asks, confused.
“Yes, now go back to sleep and try not to wake me up again.” Yoongi says, glaring down at the culprit of what will be a bad night’s sleep.
“Okay, Hyung.” Jungkook smiles sleepily, grabbing Yoongi’s hand and playing with it as his eyes droop shut.
Yoongi sighs, impatient. “Can I have my hand back?”
“No.” Jungkook says, but his grip loosens on Yoongi’s hand and he turns onto his side. Yoongi stares at the boy for all of two seconds before retreating back to his own bed and throwing himself in it.
Damn brat, keeping me up.
-
“And who’s your favourite member, Suga?” Jimin of The After School Club asks Yoongi during a live broadcast. All of the members look over at him with curiosity.
“Ah, that would be myself.” Yoongi answers smugly, mostly because he's never thought about it. They were all a team – why have favourites? It just seems wrong.
The hostess laughs, having been caught off guard. “You are your favourite member? Wow, that's a little...”
“Arrogant?” Jungkook suggests in an innocent voice from behind him. Yoongi turns to look at the troublemaker who's currently biting his lips and looking a little – well, Jungkook always looks cute. “I mean, really Yoongi – yourself?”
“Hey, I'm your Hyung – he's not even using honorifics!” Yoongi jokes. The members of BTS have pretty much dropped their honorifics when they're not presenting or on broadcasts. It was Namjoon's idea originally, but Yoongi suspects that it was Jin who felt uncomfortable with being so much older than everyone else.
“Oh, drama,” The male host – what was his name, Steven(?) - coos. “If you had to choose a favourite – besides yourself, of course - who would that be?”
“Theoretically?” Yoongi asks, if only to delay his answer.
“Sure.” Steven smiles.
Well, let's see. There's Jin – who's basically the mother of BTS – cooking and taking care of everyone. There's Namjoon, the lovable dork who can't dance and trips over everything. There's Hoseok, who's probably the most talented dancer of BTS and loves to annoy everyone. Of course there's Taehyung – the mysterious “alien” - who's lip bite should probably be illegal. You can't forget Jimin, everyone's recent bias. And well, then there's Jungkook. How do you describe him?
“Well?” Jimin, the host, asks. Yoongi is startled out of his thoughts, and says, “Jungkook,” mostly by accident. It happened to be the name on his mind when she asked, anyways.
“Ah, so you two like to tease each other a lot because you like each other.” Jimin smiles. Yoongi would curse under his breath if he weren't on camera. Jungkook, behind him, places a hand on Yoongi's shoulder that has him looking back at the brat only to confirm – yup, there's that shit eating grin.
Oops? That was probably a mistake.
-
“But I'm your favourite!” Jungkook sing-songs, grabbing onto Yoongi's hands and leading him towards their dorm. It’s been a week of nonstop, “let me in your bed”. No - not like that - get your mind out of the gutter!
“How many times -” Yoongi shakes his head. “No!”
Jungkook pouts. “Please, Yoongi-Hyung?” If Jungkook has one good thing going for him it's his ability to beg – he does this thing where his eyes go wide, his mouth sticks out in a little pout, and he tilts his head to the side like a curious puppy. Also, and not that he’ll ever admit this, he likes it when Jungkook uses “Hyung” - especially considering he doesn’t do it for many of the other members.
It's all entirely frustrating, but Yoongi is determined not to cave. “You’re such a brat.”
Jungkook smiles at that and it takes all of Yoongi’s courage not to say take my bed, hell - take everything that’s mine - actually, I’ll help you. Yoongi ignores Jungkook as he drops his hand and walks over to his wardrobe to get changed. He can feel Jungkook’s eyes on him as he tears off his shirt, which is strange to say the least.
When Yoongi looks over to see that Jungkook is still rooted to the same spot, and yes, definitely staring at him, he scowls. “Liking the view?”
Jungkook’s head is held high as he looks Yoongi in the eye and says, evenly, “Yes.”
The revelation takes Yoongi by surprise and he raises his eyebrows. Jungkook finally breaks his serious face and begins laughing, walking over to his wardrobe to change as well.
Yoongi tries not to look over, either. Besides, it’s not like they all haven’t changed in front of each other before. But this time it’s just the two of them and Jungkook’s been on full tilt let’s tease Yoongi mode. So he looks.
Jungkook is in the middle of ripping his shirt off, his back turned to him. Yoongi stares, ashamedly, at the definition in his back. He takes a breath and then turns back to his bed, falling into it and blocking out that stupid dongsaeng. What’s with him lately, anyways?
-
Yoongi is woken up in the middle of the night again. This time, when he wakes up, Jungkook’s face is less than a foot away from his. It’s a little frightening to wake up to.
“Jungkook,” Yoongi hisses, sitting up groggily. “What the hell are you-”
He cuts himself off from ranting, half due to the fact that he doesn’t want to wake up all of the other members, half because of the look on Jungkook’s face. He looks torn up, shaken. His lip is trembling and there’s fear in his eyes.
“Did you have another nightmare?” Yoongi asks, a little more delicately. His voice still has a hard edge to it, but hey, it is three in the morning.
Jungkook just nods. Yoongi hasn’t seen him like this before, and his heart plummets just looking at him.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Yoongi asks, unsure what one typically does in a situation like this.
Jungkook shakes his head.
Yoongi frowns. He looks back over his shoulder at all the other members.
“Hyung-” Jungkook whispers, and Yoongi’s eyes snap back to the boy who is currently kneeling by the side of his bed. “Can I...”
Yoongi sighs.
“It’s just that...” Jungkook frowns, looking down at his hands.
And apparently that’s all it takes for Yoongi to cave.
“Get up here - just don’t hog the blankets.” Yoongi says, laying his head back down on his pillow.
“Really?” Jungkook asks, springing to his feet. Yoongi nods and Jungkook rushes to the other side of the single bed and slips in.
Yoongi would’ve said no - he really would have, it’s just that it wasn’t physically possible to turn down a scared Jungkook. Not even Yoongi is that heartless.
Jungkook makes himself comfortable beside Yoongi in the bed and Yoongi tells himself that it’s creepy to listen to the youngers breathing. He tries to forget about the fact that his dongsaeng is lying right beside him, and that in the morning they will both have to explain themselves to the other members and will most certainly be teased about it.
And that’s when Jungkook shuffles closer to Yoongi.
And then a little closer.
And then - “Hyung?” Jungkook whispers, his voice so low that it is barely audible.
“What?” Yoongi croaks, wishing his voice could be a little sexier when he was tired instead of what it usually is. Just one more thing to be teased about.
But Jungkook doesn’t respond, so Yoongi turns onto his back to look at him. He’s really close - like, really close, and the proximity steals Yoongi’s breath for a moment. Jungkook stares him in the eyes, as if asking for permission. What does he want? Hell if Yoongi knows. And then Jungkook is latching himself onto Yoongi.
Oh.
He wants to cuddle.
Yoongi should push him off. He should, but it’s just that he’s probably scared and it’s not his fault and really, it’s kind of comfy, this whole “cuddling” business.
Jungkook nuzzles into Yoongi’s neck and his hair makes it a little bit ticklish but overall it isn’t entirely detestable. A small smile works its’ way onto Yoongi’s face (one that he would never admit to in a million years, thank you very much), and Yoongi places a hand on Jungkook’s back because - at this point, fuck it.
So they fall asleep like that - Jungkook, protected from his horrible dream - and Yoongi, trying to tell himself that he won’t ever let this happen again.