"Bun..?"

  They were lying in bed, prepared to go to sleep. Jungkook was in his usual position, curled into the long pillow that he had brought with him— his "cuddle pillow."

  Seokjin thought it was so odd how the boy sleeps with only one pillow, and how it's the size of him.

  He didn't know if Jungkook was still awake, but he figured it was worth the try to see. His eyes were shut, but once his name (bun) was called, they fluttered open to look at Seokjin.

  "Hmm?"

  Eyes so pretty. It was the first thing that Seokjin had ever noticed about Jungkook. So round, twinkling so prettily to the camera.

  Seokjin remembers stalking Jungkook's Twitter, Instagram, his background, everything, just because he was an upcoming star against him.

  Remembers how salty he had gotten when he had found someone so gorgeous to rival against him. How pretty boy Jungkook only had views because of that; because he's so pretty.

  Though Jin wasn't wrong about that, he's come to realize that some viewers do appreciate Jungkook. Come to realize that Jungkook isn't just a pretty face.

  The fact that he was so salty that he was rude to Jungkook just annoys Seokjin now. Thinks he's an absolute idiot for getting so competitive. Together, though, he never knew how powerful it could be.

  The way Jungkook makes him feel so lively, makes him smile at the smallest things, makes everything feel so right, turns him on in the most perfect ways. The viewers love it, he knows, but nobody loves it more than he does. Nobody loves the touch of Jeon Jungkook more than he does. Nobody knows the pure satisfaction of it all.

  Nobody else is here, lying next to Jungkook, those pretty eyes nearly falling shut again, but trying his best to pay attention to Jin, who called his name.

Oh, yeah. He did call his name. Was he staring at him?

"Baby," Seokjin muttered low, trying not to disturb him too much.

  Jungkook's eyes opened more, met his again. "Yeah?" he asked sleepily.

He was curled into his pillow, which only separated the two. Right about now, with Seokjin staring back at his sleepy boyfriend, seeing just how cute he is, he wants the pillow gone.

It had been about thirty minutes that he had thought about wanting to do it, wanting to just wrap his arms around Jungkook and pull him in.

Fuck that pillow.

Seokjin can actually hold him. The pillow is lacking that. Lacking the warmth, lacking the secure feeling, lacking forehead kisses and familiar scents.

At least, that's Jin's logic.

  Would Jungkook even like that? To cuddle? Or does he only like the pillow? Maybe the pillow cuddling is just something that he likes specifically. Maybe, if Seokjin did ask to cuddle, or pull him in, maybe Jungkook wouldn't like it. Maybe he truly likes the dumb pillow instead of human touch.

But...

Seokjin likes to cuddle.

  It's been so, so long since he's cuddled. And the last person he cuddled was Hoseok— like, months ago. Hoseok is a cuddler. But Seokjin wants to kiss and hold Jungkook! He can't do that with Hoseok.

"Baby," Seokjin repeated, "you sleepy? Don't wanna... cuddle with hyungie? Hm?"

  Jungkook's eyes opened again, and Seokjin knew almost instantly, with those big doe eyes and soft smile forming, that Jungkook wanted just what he wanted as well.

  Jungkook said no words, only tugged his pillow out from under himself and scooted closer to Seokjin.

He chewed his lip as Jungkook threw his leg over him and nuzzled into the small part of Seokjin's pillow, pressing his forehead against his.

"Le's sleep," Jungkook mumbled, eyes closed and body attached to his boyfriend's.

Seokjin pulled his arm over Jungkook, pulling him in closer by his tiny waist, and then he lifted his chin so that he could press a small peck to the younger's forehead. But Jungkook was nearly sound asleep, eyes closed and breathing settled, like he was never even awake to begin with.

  He knew he couldn't sleep, having Jungkook cuddled into him like this. Seokjin wants to take it all in for as long as he can. Wants to make sure Jungkook is sleeping well.

  So he began caressing the younger's back, gentle strokes to the fabric of his shirt, even if he was already sleeping. Even if he doesn't know he's doing so. Seokjin just wants him to feel loved, comfortable, even in his sleep.

"So precious," he whispered.

  He loves the peaceful look on Jungkook's face. Loves how the weight of his leg on top of him makes him feel, loves how close his boyfriend is to him right now. Cuddling.

  "My baby."

  He was so sure not to bother Jungkook, but he couldn't help it. Couldn't not rub circles along his back. He couldn't stop appreciating just how pretty Jungkook is. How this is their first night as a couple.

  He's so happy about that. Happy that Jungkook is his. His boyfriend.

  "Sleep well, bun."

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