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Left. Right. And left again. But no matter which side Jungkook turns to, he can't sleep. His brain is overly active tonight, thinking about a wide variety of things ranging from the Big Bang tickets he got through a lucky draw, to his project due in two weeks, and to the rhythm of Yoongi's breathing. It's a steady cycle of in-and-out, and usually listening to it makes Jungkook's own heartbeat slow down, calm, but tonight is not one of those nights. He sighs quietly, just enough so he doesn't wake Yoongi up. He's seen and heard the things Yoongi does and says when he wakes up due to environmental disturbances.
"Jeon Jungkook." If it weren't for the blanket covering both his and Yoongi's body, Jungkook would've jumped up in surprise and shock, but in doing so would probably result in more deathly glares sent his way. He stills his shifting, and swallows audibly. He's screwed. He's ruined. He might not even see the sun tomorrow. He can only hope that an absurd amount of aegyo and promised massages will make his life a little easier. Jungkook's scared to make eye contact with Yoongi.
"Hey. Look at me." It's as if Yoongi is somehow reading his mind, but the elder's calm tone makes the alarm bells in Jungkook's mind die down. Of course, it could also mean that Yoongi is more pissed than usual. Jungkook gulps, and decides that following whatever Yoongi says at the moment is best for him, so he turns to face Yoongi. With the moonlight seeping through the blinds, Jungkook manages to focus on Yoongi's half lidded eyes. His heart picks up the pace when Yoongi smiles, a little lopsided smile.
"I can barely see your face." Jungkook is very glad for this fact, because otherwise Yoongi would be able to tell how nervous he was from his flushed cheeks. A terrible part of him, if Jungkook says so himself. Jimin and Taehyung teases him relentlessly for it whenever it happens and calls it cute, but Jungkook thinks otherwise. His mind is once again, running through thoughts that are irrelevant to the current situation, and he doesn't really know what to say in reply.
"Yeah." Yoongi seems satisfied enough with that, a small yawn leaving his slightly dry lips. Jungkook swallows again.
"And why aren't you asleep? It's way too late or early - whatever - to be awake right now."
Being someone bad at lying because the excuses his mind supplies at the last second are always the worst, Jungkook just tells the truth. "I can't. Sleep, I mean. I don't know why, I just-can't stop thinking about random things."
Yoongi looks into his eyes then, his own still half lidded and his lips still slightly dry. Jungkook notices the little pout to them, just before Yoongi pulls on the front of his loose shirt and kisses him.
Jungkook doesn't know what to do. What he should do with his hands or with his pounding heart, but kissing back is a good place to start so he lets his eyes close naturally, breathes in through his nose and presses against Yoongi. One lick at his lips, and Jungkook opens his mouth willingly, letting Yoongi lazily slide their tongues together. He can taste the drowsiness in the kiss, and it does wonders to his racing mind. His brain begins to stash away all the unnecessary thoughts, and he instead focuses on how serene and at peace he feels, being here in the same space as Yoongi.
Sleep begins to catch up to him, and the kiss has long turned into quick breaths shared between a small space, and Jungkook feels his brain waves slowing down. At the same time, Yoongi gently pulls away, eyes still half lidded.
"I'm sure you're just thinking about one thing now. Sleep." With that, Yoongi swings one arm over Jungkook's body and presses his face into Jungkook's shoulders, nuzzling the skin there briefly and closes his eyes fully. The action makes Jungkook's lip curl into a sleepy smile, and he wraps his arms around Yoongi's smaller body and promptly falls asleep.