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As usual, the members gather in their living room. Seokjin sits in the middle of the couch and Jungkook waddles his feet against the floor towards him. He has a blanket wrapped around him, but he pulls it over himself and sits on the couch, crisscrossing his legs as he gives Seokjin some of the blanket.

"Gee, where's my blanket?" Jimin teases, but then Taehyung sits between him and Yoongi with an even bigger blanket for them.

Jungkook didn't seem to want to share with anyone else.

He brings his knees over to Seokjin's lap and he's so close on the line of snuggling up to Seokjin right now, with his arms pressed close to the older's.

Seokjin likes this.

He likes watching movies with Jungkook slowly falling more and more into him, eventually laying his head on his shoulder and watching the movie. He's cute, Seokjin reckons.

He doesn't think anything of it when he wraps his arm around Jungkook's waist— not until he realizes that Jungkook is nearly lying on him instead of merely sitting; not until he realizes that he's suddenly grazing the side of Jungkook's thigh instead.

Quickly, he pushes his hand up to Jungkook's true waist and doesn't mean to, but his fingers dig a little into the maknae's body.

Jungkook doesn't move at all.

Not a sound, not a single movement. But Seokjin can feel him breathing against him a little more uneven and Seokjin just passes it as himself going crazy and that Jungkook doesn't care as much as he does.

He shouldn't'𝘵 care.

Shit.

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