"ι wιѕн ι waѕ perғecт aѕ perғecтιon ιтѕelғ" -втѕ ғaĸe love

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"That was great" Namjoon laughed as we rewatched the episode.
"as much as I want to continue watching it, it's just me and you here and I would like it if you went to bed" I stood up and cracked my bones. Namjoon sneakily tickled my side and I folded faster than a beach chair. "Do that again and that'll be the last thing your fingers feel"
"So sassy"
I shook my head but lightly smiled. "Speaking of the Devil. Ima go and head over to the office to work on something a little special"
"See ya!" He waved to me. I pulled up my hoodie as I added a little prep to my step. My shoes tapping against the floor and I whistled a tone before coming across a room.
"Jungkook?" I peered into the dim room. It was Jungkook dancing to fire as he was drenched in sweat.
"H-hyung?..."
"Jungkook-ah? What are you doing, we have a show tomorrow. You should go to bed?" I walked into the dance room as he shuts off the phone.
"N....nothing!" He shouted as he tried to push me out of the room.
I gripped onto his hands and looked the younger in his eyes. He avoided looking down at me. "It's obviously something If you're trying to hide it"
"Hyung. I told you it's nothing. You can leave and go home"
"I'm not going home"
"Fine" he huffed as he broke from my grip. He walked towards to where his phone as grabbed both it and his bag.
"Where are you going?"
"To the gym" He growled. He bumped past my shoulder as he walked out of the room. I rushed up to walk next to him.
I held his hand. "No your not"
"Hyung yes, I need to go!"
"Your fit enough! You don't need to go, you need rest!"
"He told me I can rest when I'm dead!" He shouted at me. He bit his lip as I analyzed his statement.
"What do you mean?" He turned away from my eyes. "kookie-ah. Who's 'he'?"
"...our manager" I gritted my teeth. When Jungkook refers to the manager as 'our' it's because we share personal managers. I knew the man was a little off in the way he acted and the way his facial expressions said. But he's been so kind to both of us that I've been blinded.
"What did he say?"
"Nothing. He said nothing"
"Jeon Jungkook, if you don't-"
"Don't you dare use my full name as if you watch over me. You aren't my father and don't act like you can take care of me just because your father couldn't love a small, twigged, ugly man like yourself. You think yours so cute and small. News flash. You aren't and you need to grow up" He shouted at me. The maknae's words cut deeper than a knife. I bit my lip as I tried to hold back my tears, this wasn't Jungkook at his best. He needed time to calm down because he's stressed. Don't believe it. Don't believe it. Don't believe it. Don't believe it.
But I couldn't help but believe it. "Oh" it's all I could manage to spit out.
"H-hyung...I didn't mean it" He shakes as he gripped onto my shoulders. I held his hand as I looked up at him.
"Jeon Jungkook, I'm sorry
"-Don't hyung"
"for making you feel like that. "
"Yong-ho!"
"I shall change"
"Don't! Please I didn't mean it" he cried.
"Then what's going on? Please tell me" he cried into my embrace as I hauled us back to the dance room. We sat on the ground as Jungkook let out stress. His stress about the show and how he needs to be perfect. That the fans like muscles and 6 packs and not baby faces and a tummy.
"I want you to be my baby forever. Please don't grow up to quickly" I frowned.
"I need to-"
"Need to my ass. You are still a child and I want you to lean on me for support. I am your hyung and I want you to know that you're able to lean on me for support"
"Ok" he loll down on my thighs. "Oh an Little A?"
"Yes kookie?"
"Don't curse, it clashes with your image"
"You clash"

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