Summary:
Jungkook overworks himself and thus falls sick. Missing almost two weeks worth of dance and vocal practices, frustration and anger builds up within him. He was angry at himself.

But unfortunately Seokjin becomes a target for his fury, something that Jungkook immediately regrets.

How will he make it up to Seokjin, the very person he loves with all his existence?

Wiping the cold sweat irritably off his face, a very tired Jungkook slumped in his bed with a frown on his face. It was almost four in the morning and he had been trying ever since to just sleep. The room was dark, except for the faint light from the living room that entered through his slightly open door, but that did not bother him. He just couldn't sleep.

Everything was running smoothly till just last week ago. The upcoming LA and Las Vegas concert tour was coming and each and every breathing soul in the BigHit building was terribly busy. New songs, meetings for the upcoming new concept, album ideas, choreography, everything was important and nothing was getting overlooked. Not to mention the shooting for a new Run BTS episode.

That’s how BTS worked together. Seven different men with very different thoughts. They put their soul into their unity to bring out masterpieces each and every comeback. No matter how tired all the members were, their body worked like a machine because at the end ARMY’s love was all that mattered.

But health also comes along with everything right? If one’s mental and physical health isn’t well enough, how will he work forward to attain his goal? Taking a break is very important. Something Seokjin and Hoseok made sure to remind all the exhausted members back in their dorms when everyone is ready to just fall asleep as soon as they enter their rooms. These two would make time out of their tight schedules to make sure their band members were well hydrated and they get their six hours of minimum sleep.

It's hectic for Seokjin of course but because he is the oldest, he takes it upon himself to take care of the members, often till an extent that it would take away his resting time. Does he feel forced when he helps his members? Not at all! He loves them to bits and when he sees how they would mumble gibberish and unconsciously cuddle with him to sleep, all these make his gloomy days bright like the sun. Army will never get to see how even Yoongi pulls Jin to cuddle with him like a sleepy koala. It’s a secret that Jin will never reveal.

The choreographies for their new songs are fun no doubt but really exhausting. At the end of the day, all the seven members would be heaving like there is no tomorrow, muscles screaming to relax and just breathe. But perfection is what they all strive for.

Jungkook remembers ignoring his hyungs’ warnings, especially Hoseok’s who sternly told him to go home and rest because the older had noticed the slight off beat in the younger’s steps. Jungkook was sluggish that day because the whole day he was drowning under different meetings in the chilled meeting rooms with too much caffeine to keep himself up. Not to mention how at midnight he would sneak out to the company’s dance practice room to give a run through of the choreographies. Jungkook wanted perfection and he would go to extreme lengths to achieve that.

That’s why he has his hyungs to help him.

And that’s where he regrets not listening to them.

Everything seemed blurry and ambiguous when he woke up to a white ceiling and a hospital gown, the typical clean smell of a hospital making him feel nauseous and claustrophobic. Jungkook remembers watching how his Seokjin hyung was sleeping in a very uncomfortable position with his spinal cord in pressure and their hands intertwined. He remembers feeling the familiar pit of guilt building up in his stomach as he watched the older sleep, tears gathering in his eyes.

Doctors had told the members and their manager Sejin how Jungkook was starving himself, how plain exhausted his body was and how he had sprained his right ankle. Minimum two weeks bed rest and only nutritional foods. Jungkook cowered like a kicked puppy at the angry disappointed glare of his Namjoon hyung and the same familiar feeling of insecurity rose when he saw how Jin had wrapped his beautiful hands around Namjoon and how the latter immediately calmed down and flashed a tired smile at his hyung.

He had disappointed everyone although none of the members made him feel so. Even Namjoon visits him everyday to check up on him, a soft smile always on his face.

The whole week went by as a blurry with random members strolling inside his room to update him on the meeting details. Hoseok would film their practice videos so that the younger could have a visual idea of any changes in the choreographies. Jimin and Taehyung would occasionally come in with game consoles and it would subconsciously attract Jin as well.

Yoongi just comes and lays down by his side and just softly talk about how their day went. While the other members keep his mind busy, Yoongi keeps him calm and grounded.

So does his Jin hyung.

Seokjin is a unique species as observed by a curious Jungkook. He vividly remembers the first day he met Jin. 4th June, 2011, when he was just a mere 13 year old teenager thrown into the real world, the harsh world. Coming from a small town, Seoul greatly impressed and scared him as well. So many people, the skyscrapers, fashion, food and not to mention the rich and the poor. Jungkook felt lonely in such a populated city.

On passing the audition at BigHit, a young Jungkook found himself drowning in his insecurities. All the other young boys were all so well dressed and just so attractive. He was just a lanky boy with pimples all over his face. And of course the typical bowl cut making him look even more uncool. Tears had pooled in his eyes when he saw how most trainees ignored his presence when he tried to greet them.

Their managers and trainers had briefed them of what is there to expect when they’re joining the company. By the end of the day when it was time to leave, Jungkook finally let his tears fall. He just wanted to go home, to his mother and hear her soft words of encouragement. The young boy realised that the idol life was never meant for an awkward introvert lanky kid like him. But before he could take any impulsive decisions, a warm hand softly grabbed onto his shoulders.

Jungkook stiffened slightly and ever so cautiously he turned around to see just who for the first time took an initiative to give him the minimal human interaction.

The younger could not help the gasp that left his mouth and he did nothing to cover his obvious astonishment.

The boy in front of him was at least five inches taller than him, face sculpted by none other than the angels themselves. Thick manly brows with soft plump lips. Beautiful almond eyes that held nothing but warmth and genuine affection. Just a few hours ago Jungkook felt intimidated by all the handsome faces of his fellow batchmates. But the boy standing in front of him, although is far more handsome than all the trainees combined, Jungkook found himself feeling warm inside and loved. The man’s facial features were just so soft and gentle.

With shoulders so wide, the younger never felt so safe in Seoul. He had this extreme urge to just hide behind his back and snuggle against those wide shoulders. Jungkook knows he looks like an idiot with eyes wide as saucers and a mouth open wide. Not to mention his blotchy face from all the crying. Why wasn’t the older disgusted by him? Why was he still smiling at him? Jungkook does not want to assume anything but the hope in him gave him butterflies.

And when those luscious thick lips parted to speak to him, boy did Jungkook melt at that sweet melodious voice.

“Are you okay? You seemed out of it today. Must have been really tough on you. What’s your name kid?”

“Huh?” Jungkook stupidly said. This angel was asking him of his name? The younger even pointed at himself as if to confirm it’s him the older was talking to.

The boy laughed softly and that too made Jungkook feel butterflies in his stomach. What was this unusual feeling, the younger wondered. Not that he was complaining though. The grip on his shoulders ever so slightly increased as if to reassure the younger that yes, he in fact was talking to him.

“My name is Kim Seokjin but I’ll let you call me Jin hyung. What’s your name?” There was no sign of disgust or that he was being forced to talk to him. Seokjin was really talking to him out of his free will.

“Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook is my name hyung nim” The younger said hesitantly as he bowed down to show respect to the older. He half expected the older to leave it at that but boy was he wrong. Seokjin cooed at him.

“Aigoo what a adorable kid! Such a good boy. C’mon! you’re now under my wing” He said cheekily as he ruffled Jungkook’s soft black locks with his bony crooked yet beautiful fingers.

The next two years went by like the wind. Vocal practices, intensive dance practices, meetings, schedules. But Jin always made time for the younger to help him get used to all the pressure and the hustle and bustle of city life. Seokjin had taken Jungkook to his home several times, fed him good food, took him and Taehyung, Jimin to school. Seokjin made Seoul feel like home but Jungkook never told him that it was him that made him feel at home. Jin never backed down on a cuddle session when Jungkook felt homesick. The older would not say anything in the fear of embarrassing the teen and the younger appreciated that. Jungkook loved his hyung’s shoulders and his calm floral scent. The tiny one bedroom where all seven growing men would cramp in together never felt any more like home. Jungkook had grown to love all his six other bandmates dearly.

Jungkook remembers freaking out when he one day overheard Bang PD nim talking to Seokjin about placing him in another group and not the pre BTS that had been originally planned. The younger had burst out in fat tears as he begged his Jin hyung to stay while the latter was surprised at the desperate cries of the youngest of their group.

Jin smiled his sweet smile and assured him that he wasn’t planning to move anytime sooner. He loved all his six dongasaengs and he loved taking care of them, loved being a part of the group.

Jungkook always told the interviewers that it was his six hyungs who raised him up. But all of them knew except a very oblivious Jin what the actual answer to that question was.

All the nostalgia came rushing through and Jungkook had this overwhelming urge to see his Jin hyung again. It’s been two days since he last visited him and although Jungkook knows his hyung was busy recording and practicing, he couldn’t help the frown that etched his face.

Couldn’t Jin spare five minutes for him?

No sooner did he mutter those words than the door to his room widened and in came a very tired Jin with a packet full of snacks. Jungkook’s eyes widened as he felt his heart beat faster and faster. Jin was still in his work clothes which had rumpled up. His face was bare of any makeup and his fringes were dripping wet.

Jin thought he was sneaking in. The older felt guilty of not visiting the youngest of their group but his schedules were just so packed lately, he couldn’t afford to physically see him. He always made sure to text and send him funny memes of himself but he knows that it will never be enough. So, as an apology he had thought that he would buy Jungkook’s favourite snacks and drop them by with a cute note inside the white bag. What he had not been expecting was a wide eyed and a very much awake Jungkook.

Jin shrieked but was fast enough to slap his hand over his mouth to muffle the noise.

Jungkook finally pinched himself as he tried to recall that he was actually mad at the older. And hence he crossed his hands over his chest and glared at the embarrassed man in front of him.

“Jungkook ah, it’s four in the morning. Why are you umm not sleeping?”

Silence as the younger just blankly stared at him, eyes boring holes into the older’s soul.

Jin awkwardly scratched his head as he trudged forward with guilty looking eyes.

Jungkook scoffed as he looked away to his left. He even dared to wear those obnoxious mario socks that makes Jungkook want to cage his hyung and squeeze till the older becomes fluid. Stupid hyung.

“What did you just call me? You brat. I raised you the wrong way. Stupid hyung you say. Fine then. I’m leaving”

Jin let out another squeal when he was suddenly tugged backwards, his body landing with a soft thud in between Jungkook’s legs, his head on the younger’s thighs.

Jin was too shocked to say anything. Even in the dark he could make out all the prominent features of the younger. When Seokjin tried to get up by applying pressure on his elbows, Jungkook snaked his arms around Jin’s waist and tugged him even more backwards so that his back was flushed against Jungkook’s sturdy chest.

Jin tensed for a second but when he felt the younger snuggling against his nape and breathing him in, he let his body sag against Jungkook.

“Hyung is stupid. Very stupid. Why did you wear these socks? You clearly know how harmful it is for my weak heart hyung.”

Jin couldn’t help the foolish smile that etched his face. He smacked Jungkook’s hands which were intertwined on his stomach and his heart skipped a beat when the younger grabbed at his hands and intertwined their fingers instead, making him almost immobile from hitting him.

Jungkook placed his chin on those familiar wide shoulders and softly spoke against his hyung’s cheek, “Two days hyungie, I missed you and your lame jokes. I know you’re really busy and all, but still. Were you planning on just leaving me snacks and leaving? That’s mean” He laughed, voice deep, when he felt Jin squirm in his tight hold.

“Yah, I’m not that heartless. I mean that was my original plan but I had expected you to be asleep. I would have taken a short nap on your bed and by 7am I would have left. Admit it, I’m the best hyung you have” He huffed with a feigned ignorance and anger.

He half expected Jungkook to flip him off or something. But he stiffened when he felt a soft warm kiss on his nape followed by a warm breath.

“Yeah hyung, you’re the best” Jungkook whispered softly as he cuddled his hyung to sleep.

Jin was anxious. Or rather scared? But it felt wrong to be scared of someone who’s almost five years younger. The only thing that kept him grounded was the fact that it wasn’t only him that was scared. It was his team members and even managers.

The first day at the LA concert was a massive success. Everyone was happy, screaming, dancing. Colourful confetti flew everywhere, dramatic fireworks and not to mention the mischievous water play. By the end of the day, all the members were almost drenched like a wet cat with Seokjin laughing at them like a madman. After he was responsible for it.

When their final song came into play, Idol, a very much hyped song, everyone had gotten into their positions. Seokjin prepared himself as he took a long deep breath in and he closed his eyes for a brief second to just feel the strong energy of their fans.

“Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, BTS!” They kept on screaming at the top of their lungs.

But when he opened his eyes, Jin’s breath hitched when he saw Jungkook at his position as well, face fierce as if he’s ready to fight a battle.

All that Seokjin felt that time was panic and they subconsciously met with the ones of Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s as well, who mirrored his worry.

Jungkook was not supposed to perform any sort of choreography and here he was standing ever so ready to dance to a song like Idol.

Was he dumb or was he dumb?

The doctors had clearly told him no walking for 2 weeks.

What was Jungkook doing now?

Jin cursed himself when the music started because it was too late to scold Jungkook now back to his seat.

All this while he kept his sharp eyes on Jungkook’s every movements and his heart beat soared to a very uncomfortable level whenever he saw the younger’s face scrunch up in pain and exhaustion. Jin knows that Jungkook knows that all his hyungs were watching him and that they did not appreciate him not listening to them.

Jungkook just couldn’t register in his brain that ARMY was never above his health. They would all understand. BigHit even sent a message on Weverse regarding that. So why was he pushing himself so hard?

Everything was going fine till the pre-chorus. But when the song hit the chorus, fireworks bursted out from all directions and a still hurt Jungkook was not prepared for the sudden explosion. The strong lights blinded his vision for a few seconds and that’s when he felt just how exhausted he physically and mentally was. The world spun miserably making the man want to puke whatever he had eaten prior to the event. He couldn’t here the panicked screams of his members, of his managers as well as their fans. Namjoon was quick enough to catch his body before it would have landed with a thud on the cold ground, thus preventing him from cracking his head.

Namjoon and Seokjin did not waste a single moment before hoisting the maknaes’s heavy body up and they both quickly but carefully went downstairs to their immediate health centre unit. Jungkook’s unconscious body was taken up on a stretcher and Jin couldn’t help the tears that streamed down his face out of fear and worry.

“And he fucking had the nerve to call me stupid?” Jin angrily muttered as he glared at the retreating chaos.

They had to perform the rest of the night without Jungkook’s presence but of course the atmosphere was really gloomy. Army were nothing but supportive and all the 70k audience wished their sweet Jungkook a fast recovery.

The members beforehand had talked amongst themselves to keep calm and not lash out at the younger because he’s in a very sensitive headspace. After years of living together, they understood why Jungkook wanted to perform even though he had not still fully recovered.

Jungkook felt insecure, although there was absolute no reason to, and he wanted to just perform. He felt guilty. The maknae knows that they have a huge fanbase and him being the group’s main vocalist and lead dancer, it was breaking him in the inside to be not able to perform his lines. In almost most of the songs, he’s the one with the majority of the lines, hence his presence as centre comes a lot of times. Jungkook couldn’t bear to see his spot empty or filled by any other member.

For a moment, they know that the youngest must have felt very jealous and possessive of his position because that’s how their maknae is. What is his, it’s his and what is theirs is also his. Yoongi and Jin had tried their level best to tame this flaw of his and to some extent it did work, but one cannot completely change a person’s personality right?

Hence the members were scared to some extent. Jungkook almost never gets angry but when he does, it’s makes their bones quiver. They want nothing but to coddle their maknae and assure him that everything was fine, but at this moment none of them are sure how they were going to tackle an angry Jungkook.

It wasn’t long before Jungkook woke up on a soft mattress that was placed at the centre of their dressing room. There was no one in the room except for their company’s medic who gave him a soft smile to which Jungkook nodded and he laid back with a soft thud. Shame crawled over his skin as he recalled all the events prior to this.

Did he just faint because of mere fireworks? How weak, he scoffed as he bit his lips.

“I’ll call your members in. They’ve been worrying ever since. It will feel nice to see them. And please, Jungkook ssi, talk to them. Communication is the key. No one but your brothers will understand you. Trust me. They can never get angry on you. Okay?” The middle aged man gave a reassuring pat on his shoulders before getting up and opening the door.

Jungkook had a terrible headache not to mention the anger and disappointment he felt at the moment. He had expected to feel lighter after seeing his members, his family. But his anger only flared.

It was just so fucking unfair.

Just because he overworked himself, he fell sick and he sprained his ankle. That basically means that none of his members were as hardworking as himself. And they got all credits. Just fucking great!
Yoongi and Jimin sat on the sofa just beside his head while Taehyung sat on his mattress itself just beside his uninjured leg. Hoseok chose to stand beside Namjoon by the door. Jin came in five minutes later, not like Jungkook was counting or anything.

Seokjin stumbled in with three packets filled with delicious warm food that made everyone salivate. Something irked within Jungkook. Why wasn’t anyone asking how he was? Why wasn’t anyone talking to him? Why aren’t they scolding him like they’re supposed to because he did not listen to them? Do they think he is a sorry case?
He poked his tongue inside his cheeks as he glared at all of them. Hoseok and Jimin helped Jin unpack all the food and distribute them in paper plates and it didn’t take long before everyone was busy ravishing the food.

Everyone except Jungkook.

The maknae kept on staring at a red Jin who tried his level best not to meet his gaze but Jungkook knew he had his effect on Jin. Good, he thought.

“So, how was the concert without me?” Jungkook asked nonchalantly but the tone with which he asked made everyone flinch.

Namjoon sighed as he placed his chopsticks down and looked up at the maknae, “ The concert went just fine Jungkook but you know that it’s never the same without the seven of us. Just get well soon and we’ll be back as BTS again” Namjoon smiled softly.

“Oh yeah? Do you even understand how useless I feel? Just sitting by the corner like a stupid doll. I fucking had to miss two weeks worth of practice, two weeks of doing nothing and watching all of you walk ahead of me”

Yoongi sat up straight and glared at him, “Jungkook, watch it”

“Of course! I should always fucking watch it just because I’m the fucking youngest. It must have felt nice to have all the attention on you guys since I, the main vocalist and the lead dancer was not there. Finally the weak ones get to shine-” Jungkook seethed as he gritted his teeth.

Seokjin had enough. None of them had it easy. The oldest saw it all just how tired and exhausted each and every member was. How some of them even broke down in front of him because they just wanted to sleep. Yoongi and Jimin forget to fucking eat, Namjoon forgets to sleep, Hoseok forgets to give his body a break.

So just what Jungkook thinks he is saying?

Jin slammed his fists on the glass table and glared at the maknae who for the first time glared back at him. For the first time it was man to man and not maknae to hyung.

“I can’t believe you think so low of us Jungkook. We are your family. We are a team. What in the fucking world do you think you’re saying? Namjoon did not sleep for two days, Yoongi fucking cried himself to sleep and Jimin forgot to eat. We all are working hard here. This type of shitty behaviour is absolutely intolerable in the team. Do not forget that we are brothers before team. So right now apologise!” Jin was fuming red with anger.

Jungkook’s anger flared. He absolutely hated it when his age is always mentioned. He hated it when Jin treats him like a fucking hormonal lost teen. He is 23 for god’s sake!

“Do you even know what it feels like to not walk for 2 weeks? Or do you even know what it feels like to miss two weeks worth of dance practices hyung? Of course you don’t because you hardly do any work. You suck at singing and dancing. No wonder you get almost no lines. The only thing you’re best at his sitting by the corner and looking pretty. You deserve to sit in the corner and not me! Even your lame dad jokes get on my nerves but I still laugh at them because I fucking pity you.

I finally understood the feeling of being worthless these two weeks. But look at me! I was able to cope up with everything, achieve much more than you ever will in those two weeks. The stage is where I belong. That’s where I should always be. Is it so bad that I don’t want to be a burden to the group just like you are hyung? So no hyung, I will not apologise for wanting to be on stage, for wanting to perform because that is my profession. Fuck you and your moralities!” Jungkook screamed, the veins on his neck and forehead popping out of anger and fury.

The slap that resonated through the room made everyone gasp.

Taehyung still had his palm raised in the air, the skin now tender red, but his eyes never left Jungkook’s surprised face. His ears were still ringing with how hard V had slapped him and slowly he raised his hand to place it on his warm hurt cheek.

Everything came crashing down to reality as tears pooled in his eyes when they met with the heartbroken ones of Jin’s.

“Jin hyung…” Jungkook whispered brokenly. What had he done…

Jin’s ears and neck was fuming red. Jungkook not only just insulted him in front of his members but also in front of the gathering pile of managers and stylists outside the room who came just to see the commotion. All these years, Jin had drowned himself in his insecurities. He at one point of time was even suicidal. But thanks to all the members’ support and love and effective therapy, he had come out of his dark phase. But that does not mean he has forgotten his insecurities. Seokjin was the one who practiced the most out of all of them combined just because he wanted a place in BTS. Years worth of blood sweat and tears spent only for someone closest to his heart point his insecurities out in the open.

Tears streamed down his red cheeks as he awkwardly cleared his throat. His members were going to pity him again and he just couldn’t stand that, “ I uh need to go…now” He did not even give the other stunned members a chance to speak as he rushed out of the room, a few bodyguards trying to keep up with his pace.

Jungkook just saw his life flash by.

He screamed miserably as he crawled his way to the door to follow his hyung, no matter how his ankle screamed for help.

“Jin hyung! Please hear me out! I’m so fucking sorry! I never meant any of them!” Jungkook cried, his throat clogging up as he struggled to breathe. He just hurt the person who sacrificed so much for him, for them. The very same person who made him feel like home, gave him security and saved him from all evil of the world. Blood pounded in his ears. His heart thudded in his chest while his hands trembled unconsciously. With his vision getting blurry, it felt as if he was looking through a fish-eye lens. All that Jungkook knew was that he needed to catch hold of his Jin hyung.

He could care less of all the comforting hands that grabbed him and pulled him into a warm embrace. He could care less that he was having a panic attack. He wants nothing but to pull Jin into his embrace and apologise to him, beg at his feet to take him back in. Jungkook only belongs to Jin and vice versa. And thus Jin should never be away from him.

“Leave me please!” he cried as he clawed at Taehyung’s chest who cried along with him, “ I need to apologise to Jin hyung. Please believe me! I never meant anything I said. H-He’s the best thing that e-ever happened to me”

Yoongi was torn in between to take care of a struggling Jungkook or a heartbroken Jin hyung. Right now he was too angry at the maknae to be bothered about him but he did ask Jimin to keep him updated about his health before running to follow Jin.

Although he was very tired but nothing beats when it’s his soulmate that is concerned.

It wasn’t long before he spotted his hyung walking briskly towards the company car, but Yoongi knew this wasn’t their designated car. Seokjin wasn’t coming to the dorm today…or tomorrow, maybe even the days that would follow.

“Jin hyung! Please wait” He shouted at him and his heart soared when Jin actually stopped himself from entering the car. The body guards tensed at first but when they say that it was Yoongi, they dissipated and went behind the car to give the duo their privacy.

Yoongi felt tears pool in his eyes with how small and heartbroken his hyung looked.

No words were required to comfort his hyung. He knows that if he would speak on the subject and try to comfort him, Jin would retract even more. Jin hates being comforted and coddled at because he believes he should do that instead. Even after years of living together, none of the members have been able to make Jin feel like a human. Like a person that needs help as well, a shoulder to lean on when sad.

Yoongi pulled him by his elbow and Jin let his body crash into the younger’s warm embrace. Yoongi sighed contentedly as he wrapped his sturdy hands around his hyung’s waist and snuggled into him.
They both needed this intimacy.

A few minutes passed by and Yoongi couldn’t care less how his shoulder felt a little wet. He actually feels proud that out of all the members, he is the only one that can comfort his hyung, followed by Namjoon.

“I hope you know he did not mean any of them” The younger broke the silence as he raked his bony fingers through Jin’s thick locks.

Jin sighed as he sagged in his hold as he recalled the events that just happened. The wild look in Jungkook’s eyes gave him shivers.

“He spoke the truth though. People say their inner thoughts when they are drunk or when they’re angry.”

Yoongi broke the hug and grabbed his hyung’s small face in his large hands, “Hyungie, it’s Jungkook we’re talking about. He was absolutely heart broken when he realised what he said to you. Right now as we talk, he is having a panic attack because he was afraid you were going to leave him” He gave a soft smile when he saw how Jin’s eyes became wide as saucers, worry filled in those beautiful ombre orbs, “ Don’t worry, the others got him. But that’s not the point. He loves you hyung. Today was just not his day, or if we’re speaking facts, this whole month has been hectic for him. We all know how passionate he is as a singer, as a performer. He dedicates his whole existence to ARMY hyung. The managers kept on mocking him for being careless and that hit his nerve. But please hyung, take your time and talk to him.

That kid sees stars when he looks at you. You are his universe. Be angry at him, yell at him, hit him also. He will gladly accept that. Okay? Go home and rest. You don’t need to come to the dorms if you feel uncomfortable but know that is your actual home.”

He slowly ushered Jin to sit in the car and before he could shut the door, Yoongi placed a small kiss on Jin’s forehead before patting his head, “And hyung? You are a fucking inspiration for all idols and rookie trainees out there. Your voice, your passion, your visuals, and not to mention your manners. You’re perfect hyung”

It’s been 4 days, 7 hours, 34 minutes and 6 seconds without his Jin hyung. All the members had forgiven him and they had fired two of their rookie managers who were taunting him in the first place because that was extremely disrespectful to the artist himself.

It’s not that he does not see him, he does when they have their schedules and dance practices. But what’s the point if Jin’s physically there but mentally absent?

Seokjin ignores him like a plague and just when Jungkook musters up the courage to fall at his feet and ask for forgiveness, one of their managers or their lyricist or even one of the members would drag him away for work.

Jungkook wants to scream and pull at his hair. It’s suffocating to not be able to touch him, to talk to him, to cuddle him. The younger just wants to hide behind those very shoulders that sheltered him all these years.

Kim Seokjin was a man of many trades. Not only was he a visual of Bangtan, he was also a vocal and a damn good dancer. The dance line has made much more mistakes on stage than Seokjin all these years. He is also the member with the widest vocal range. The members would stare at their hyung in awe and respect when Jin would reach such high vocal notes. Jungkook almost fainted when he heard those triple high notes in their Japanese single, “Crystal snow”. He is known as the manner idol, face so soft yet so intimidating. Seokjin is the epitome for the perfect idol in the K-Pop industry.

Jungkook envies him but never once was he jealous of him because he truly loves and appreciates his hyung. He literally cried to his mother that night because the guilt was eating him alive. He himself could not believe those toxic words came out if his filthy mouth. There is absolutely no excuse for what he said that night and he deserves to be reprimanded at. Seokjin, on the other hand, deserves only the best and Jungkook would do everything to give him that.

That is if his hyung gives him a chance to.

Jungkook got to know that the members were intentionally taking his hyung away from him as a punishment from their side. They know how miserable Jungkook is without Jin. Namjoon told him this information almost as if it’s a boring history lecture but of course it had Jungkook fuming.

But one look at Namjoon’s challenging look had him back down like a kicked puppy. He will never repeat the same mistake again.

The youngest rapper sighed as he tiredly looked at his laptop screen, “You know I believe in you right? I know you would never intentionally hurt hyung. Your anger was directed to all of us but Jin took the reigns to calm you down. The exact opposite happened. He was just a subject to your pain and anger. Had it been me, or Jimin or anyone else, you would have done the same. We all forgave you know, but Seokjin hyung deserves time.”

Namjoon pitied the miserable look on Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook smiled sadly as he wiped at his tears, “I’m so fucking sorry. You guys have always been my pillar. I just, I was just not myself that day. Not an excuse, I know but still. Hyung, I love Jin, and I know you know it’s not the typical bromance. At first, he was like my hero and I was his shadow. But now, after I realised my feelings for him, I want to be his hero. But look at what I have done. Hyung will never look at me the same anymore. I just need him to want me, need me.” He broke down into fat tears and he did nothing to cover them up.

Namjoon sighed as he gathered an armful of a crying maknae into his warm embrace and he patted his back, “Seokjin hyung loves you, you idiot. He can never hate you. He is the most understanding and patient man you’ll ever meet. Hyung is just reflecting now because he is also confused. We had never encountered such a brutal impact from you, much less Jin hyung. It was always soft between you guys. Give him time and win his heart Kook-ah. Be a man and prove him that you are now a grown ass adult ready to take care of him and that you will show him the wonders of the world. But promise me one thing Jungkook, promise me you’ll never hurt him ever again. Or else you’ll see my wrath this time. Or even Yoongi hyung’s. He’s over-protective of Jin all the time.”

Jungkook enthusiastically nodded, “Never again. It wasn’t supposed to happen in the first place. I’ll win Jin hyung over, I promise!”

Life without Jungkook was like no gochujang in kimchi. Exactly, it’s pointless. He knows what effect he has on the younger and for once he is abusing that power. A part of him wants to rush back to Jungkook and cuddle all his insecurities away. The other part just wants to hurt him like Jungkook hurt him.

Silent treatment was the answer.

Seokjin could literally feel the thrumming within Jungkook’s veins because of his restlessness of not getting to speak with him. He felt bad when he would see those familiar large doe eyes fill with tears but what can he do? Jin was torn from within.

He has come out of his dark phase, yes. But being exposed out in the open made him feel humiliated. All the members spoke to him and they updated him on Jungkook’s status. The younger was miserable without him. Jimin told him that Jungkook would stand hours in front of his apartment just to see his face before he returns back to their dorm to sleep.
This information both made him creep out as well as made his heart skip a beat.

Was 5 days of silent treatment enough punishment? It should be. Seokjin made up his mind that he would finally speak with the younger tomorrow.
He hummed softly to Jungkook’s soft voice in ‘Still With You’ as he fried the pork in his kitchen. He recalls how excited the maknae was when he told that he had actually made this song with him in his mind. Jin that day had brushed him off but deep inside it created butterflies in his stomach.

Grabbing the gochujang from the fridge, he poured in a generous amount over the meat and he sighed contently at the mouth watering smell that filled the kitchen.

Jin was just so busy that he did not register the soft click to his main door and how a bulky man dressed in a full black attire had entered his home.

The soup was delicious! Seokjin thought as he swayed his hips to the hyped up beats of ‘So What’ and just when he was about to pour the soup into a large bowl, Seokjin let out a scream of terror. The hot spatula dropped to the floor with a thud as the man was grabbed firmly by someone from behind, a pair of strong arms wrapping effortlessly around his small waist.

And before he could scream again, Jin froze when he heard a familiar sniffle and a head burying itself on his shoulder blade. The man cursed himself for feeling his heart skip a beat.

“J-Jungkook?”

“Hyungie” the said man whimpered as he tightened his grip on Jin, his front flushed with the older’s sweaty back.

Jin counted till five so that he could gather his emotions straight. He is still upset over Jungkook.

“I don’t think I allowed you inside my apartment Jungkook. Only Yoongi has the other spare key. Did you steal it from him?”

Jungkook looked up at him and their cheeks brushed with how close the younger brought his face to Jin’s, “I would never do something against my moralities hyung. Suga hyung gave it to me and I-I just w-wanted to see you…because I miss you hyungie. Please just give me a chance. Don’t leave me in the dark. It’s just so lonely without you hyung” Tears cascaded down the younger’s cheeks and Jin was ready to give everything up to grab Jungkook and kiss him silly.

But he has to make sure Jungkook won’t hurt him again because he won’t be able to pick the broken pieces up again.

Forcing his way out of the hug, Jin pushed Jungkook away a little harsher than necessary. He quirked his eyebrows as he feigned ignorance and anger, “Oh yeah. You want me to believe you? Jungkook, you not only insulted me in front of our members but also in front of the staff. What if there were cameras? I was wrong too of course. You were hurting badly yourself and I was just fuelling your anger but you are now an adult. Not some hormonal teenager. Some mistakes cannot be overlooked.”

The younger once again stepped forward into his personal space but Jin stood his ground this time. Jungkook’s eyes held so much of pure innocence and love for the older, it hurt. Grabbing at his bony fingers and intertwining them with his own, Jungkook spoke ever so gently, but words firm, “ I’m so fucking sorry hyung. I was not myself that day. I promise you that this will never happen again, ever again. With you as well as the other members. But please, don’t ignore me. Yell at me, insult me, hit me if you want. But I can’t live without you hyung.”

Jin looked away from the pleading ones of Jungkook, “ It’s always what you want isn’t it? I wanted time to think. Can’t even give me that. Leave now” Jin said as he turned the stove off and left for his bedroom.

He had half expected for Jungkook to listen to him and leave his home.

What he did not expect was a determined Jungkook locking the doors to his own bedroom and him removing his denim black jacket and folding his sleaves so that his veiny forearms were visible.
Jin spluttered at the mouth watering sight but he knew he had to keep his cool. Like he said, an angry Jungkook is scary and hot, so fucking sexy.

Fuck, Jin mentally smacked himself for thinking in that direction.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I asked you to leave didn’t I?” Jin said, his eyes trying their level best not to rake over the younger’s impressive figure.

“It’s always been what I want right? I’ll show you exactly what I want hyung” Jungkook said as he took confident strides over to a panicked Jin who walked backwards, not realising that the bed was not too far away.

Jin landed with a soft thud on his bed and Jungkook wasted no time in straddling his waist. The older squirmed as he tried pushing the muscle bunny off his body but that too went down the drain as Jungkook grabbed one of his wrists and pinned them by his head.

Jin was about to speak some really sweet words to the younger (Note the sarcasm) but he felt his breath hitch in his throat when he saw the desperate look on Jungkook. The younger smiled at him sadly, with a glint of hope, as he brought his other wrist towards his mouth and he planted a delicate soft kiss to his inner side of his wrist, just where his pulse was.

“When I left Busan to pursue my dreams, I was utterly lost. I almost gave up. But you were my light. You guided me to become what I am today. 4th June,2011 was when we first met and that was when my life actually started. You drove me to school every day, made us food every day, made us feel safe. You deserve happiness hyung and allow me to be the one to show you that. I know I hurt you terribly that day and I will do anything do make it up to you. These 4 days without you made me realise how much I actually need you hyung. As my friend and…as my partner. I love you hyung, you’ve known that ever since. But it’s no more platonic. Hasn’t been for the past two years.”

Jungkook then placed a wet kiss on Jin’s palm before placing it over his cheeks, “Let me love you hyung. I already got Yoongi hyung’s and Namjoonie hyung’s blessings” He smiled cheekily at the end.
Seokjin was already a mess- Tears cascaded down his cheeks and he couldn’t help the smile that etched his face. He loved the younger as well but he was scared that it was only one sided. He did not want the younger to look at him with disgust. But the scenario turned out to be very different.

Just one question etched his brain though.

“You do know all the consequences that will follow if we’re in this together? Will you be by my side Kook ah?”

Jungkook leaned down to kiss his throat and he sensually sucked around the older’s Adam’s apple. Licking the bruise as an apology, he looked up to meet the hazy ones of Jin’s, “You are me and I am you. We’re one hyung. I’ll never leave your side. And you promise to never leave me?”

Jin smiled down at the younger and he raised his head to kiss the corner of Jungkook’s mouth softly, “I promise kookie”

“Fuck this” Jungkook said out loud as he grabbed both of Jin’s wrists and pinned them on either side of his head as he crashed their lips together into a fiery hot kiss.

Jungkook almost cried out in relief at how right it felt to finally be able to kiss his beloved Jin hyung. Heaven and hell collided with each other, that’s how surreal it felt. Jungkook had been holding himself back for almost two years and now that he had finally achieved his long term goal, his body was hungry. Hungry for his hyung and he wanted nothing but to ravish his lover, paint him in bruises and have his at his mercy, pleasure and pain etched on Jin’s face.

Jin’s lips were far better than he had ever imagined- wet and warm, soft and plump and he couldn’t help but bite down on them to hear the older’s sensual gasp. He dropped his full body weight over Seokjin as he tilted his head to the left to engulf those sinful lips wholly, deepening the kiss even more. Saliva dripped down the corner of Jin’s mouth with how hungry the kiss had become but none of the two cared. The touch, the intimacy was all that they wanted now. They’re breaths were laboured as they savoured each other. Jungkook pulled at Jin’s red swollen lips and let them go with a pop.

Jin thought he was going to stop and they could finally eat their dinner.

But oh boy was he wrong.

Jungkook fucking dared to ask him the following question. It was filthy but so fucking hot.

“Tongue” He panted, eyes blown with lust and possessiveness,” Bring your tongue out hyung. Need to taste it”

Seokjin whined in embarrassment and he was just about to complain but he gasped when Jungkook pinched his nipple over his t-shirt. Jungkook wasted no time in plunging his tongue inside his hyung’s mouth to knead the older’s wet muscle. No amount of imagining prepared the younger or even the older of the electrifying feeling that coursed through their pumping veins. Jin’s mouth tasted like fine red wine that he must have drunk while cooking earlier. It was a battle of dominance where Jungkook was definitely winning.

After having explored every inch of his hyung’s sinful mouth, Jungkook let go of the kiss with a obscene pop. Both of them were heaving as if they ran a 10km marathon but the adrenaline was well welcomed. It was as if they were those shy teenagers who fell in love for the first time.
Both of them had tears of happiness and contentment in their eyes.

Jungkook leaned down to nuzzle his nose with Jin’s before leaning down to bury his face in his hyung’s shoulders. He let a few stray tears fall when he felt Jin wrap his arms around him, thus bringing him even closer.

“I love you hyungie” Jungkook whispered.

Jin smiled, “ I love you too baby”

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