note: … this is the end of part ii. i’ll begin part iii after more interactions 😭 im an attention wh0re ikik ,, enjoy besties 🥴 ,,, no warnings since this is honestly such a fluff chapter ✋🏽 yk the drill!!! send me ur thots 💭 see u guys soon (?) LOL
Hospitals are the worst.
This one in particular brings many heavy memories. This very hospital your grandmother funded is the same one she was rushed to. She passed away in the ICU wing, 3 doors from the right hall a few days after. You remember it all too well.
Now, being here for your best friend stings. It hurts and you aren’t too sure how to process the feelings of overwhelming anxiety.
“Ms ___?” A voice calls for you. You turn your head and see a doctor smiling at you warmly. “It’s an honour to meet you. Your family has done so much for this hospital and the medical field—”
No.
You aren’t in the mood for this right now. “I’m looking for Jeon Jungkook? Are you his doctor?” you cut him off, unbothered by how rude it may have come out to be. “I need to see him. Can I see him?”
He smiles at you again, a little smaller than the initial greeting. You take him by surprise. You’re the granddaughter and daughter of absolute legends but right now, you’re a friend in distress.
“Jeon Jungkook from Jeon Inc, correct? I am his doctor. I promise you that he is in great hands as it’s also an honour to be at his service.”
“She’s his emergency contact, Doctor. Please, what’s his condition?” Seok Jin speaks for you. He sounds so calm and collected. He’s the absolute opposite of you.
“Are you Kim Seok Jin? The youngest son of Kim Ko? Wow.. Such influential families in my midst.. I am—”
“We understand how this must feel for you but we would prefer if you could continue as professional as possible. Please get on with it.” Seok Jin interrupts him.
Thank fucking god.
The doctor’s cheeks flush red. He clears his throat and mutters an apology. “Ms ___, Mr Jeon was found without a helmet and was more than lucky that his accident wasn’t as fatal as it could have been. His scans came out clean but aside from that… He’s facing a displacement fracture on his right arm, he hit his head and needed a few stitches. He has some road rash and bruised ribs.. And to answer your question, no. Unfortunately, you can not see him right now as I am taking him in for surgery. It’s a simple 1-2 hour procedure, Ms ___. Feel free to wait for me in the waiting room or even inside his recovery room.”
Jin pulls you in for a hug and you sigh deeply. “Is that allowed? Can we wait inside his room?”
“Exceptions are made for Ms ___. Belated condolence to your grandmother, by the way.. I met her once and she was an amazing woman. Your parents as well—”
“Thank you for your time, doctor.”
For the second time tonight, the doctor tries to not look too offended. Jin gives the doctor a look, the kind that warns him to stop. You had been through enough tonight and the mention of your grandmother and parents is definitely not what you need to feel better. The doctor then excuses himself and you turn to Jin with a sad smile.
“He’s going to be okay,” you breathe. “That fucking idiot better be okay.”
Seok Jin laughs, tightening the hug. “I’m sorry this is happening, baby. I should have waited for you instead of—”
“Instead of what, Jin? The conversation had to happen. I can’t control his reaction.. It’s okay. I’m not mad at you or even at him.. Maybe at myself, sure. But not at you, baby, “ you reassure him.
He shakes his head. “Don’t blame yourself either,” he tells you. “That’s not fair. It’s not how this is going to work either.”
You look at him and feel it in your chest. If before you complained about how he couldn’t meet you emotionally.. How he was never there when you needed him or how his warmth was limited—you’re surely wrong now.
Right now, Jin is all you need.
You’re restless.
It’s only been an hour and you can’t do this. “What if he doesn’t make it?” you ask Jin, intertwining your fingers together.
You two are sat inside his car. He insist that you get some sleep since this adventure took all night. “Go to sleep, baby.”
You’re sleepy. You’re trying to fight it too. It’s so obvious. His heart melts at the sight of your puffy cheeks and sleepy eyes. How are you even speaking right now? You look so exhausted.
“I can’t.” Sitting up, you let out a deep sigh. “He’s alone. I need to be there. I don’t even know what I’m doing here—”
“You’re here with me,” Jin explains, attempting to calm you. “He’s in there with doctors. The moment his eyes open, you’ll be there. I promise you.”
You nod, still not fully convinced.
“You want to wait in his room, don’t you?” Jin guesses. He’s right of course, he just wants you to confirm it.
You smile at him weakly. “Please?”
He pulls you in for a hug and squeezes you tight. “Only if you promise me you’ll get some sleep before he wakes up.”
“I promise.”
This is a no brainer for Jin. He’d give you anything you want.. It just sucks that he gets the short end of the stick. That though he’s the one holding you, protecting you right now, it’s still Jungkook you’re thinking of. He gets it. This is your best friend and his injuries are serious enough for surgery.. He gets that this is all so overwhelming for you.. But what about him? This is you. You’re again in a position where of course you’ll be picking Jungkook over him.
Maybe Hoseok had a point.
But it’s okay. It’s whatever. Jin brushes of his new realization and reverts back to his old thoughts—the time you two went camping. Here, Jin finds himself wondering when the day you’ll pick him over Jungkook will ever come again.
... So much for only needing Jin.
When Jungkook wakes up, he knows exactly where he is.
The ceiling looks familiar. The bed and gown feel familiar. The only thing he didn’t expect to see is Jin asleep on the loveseat across the room, asleep with his arms crossed. Confused, Jungkook turns his head and sees you asleep beside him.
Your chair is squished the closest it can be to his bed. Your arms are crossed while your head rests on top of them like a pillow. Your body is slumped over his side with your hand on top of his. It covers the IV and all he can think is; shit.
In all honesty, Jungkook can’t say this sight makes him happy but he isn’t exactly feeling the worst with how close you are to him. It’s odd. It’s mixed feelings of being comforted that you’re by his side, but also loathing himself for being the reason why you are where you u are right now. He lifts his arm to touch you.
Rather, he tries to and fails.
He lets out a stiff groan and it shifts no other than Jin awake.
“Woah, hey,” Jin gets up to be by Jungkook’s side. He helps Jungkook adjust his arm and gently places it comfortably for him. “Don’t move too much. You literally just got out of surgery.”
“Is she mad at me?” Jungkook murmurs, throat dry from… Well, everything but it doesn’t matter. It’s you that matters and he can’t shake the feeling of guilt off. “On a scale of 1-10, how mad is she at me?”
Jin shakes his head with a soft smile. “She’ll be glad you’re okay.”
Jungkook glares at him. “Don’t sugarcoat it,” he commands. “She’s pissed and you’re doing that hero thing.”
Again, Jin shakes his head. This time, no smile. “Why is it so hard for you to accept that people can care about you without an ulterior motive?”
“Because we come from rich families that prioritize business over feelings. You don’t fall that far from the tree, Jin. Only ___ and I do.” Jungkook barely is able to make out this sentence. His voice goes quiet and dry.
Seok Jin sighs, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ll grab you some water and food.. I’ll probably look for your doctor on my way back to check up on you.” Jin then moves to the other side of the hospital bed and bends down to his knees. There, he taps you awake and moves your body back to lean against the chair.
There, you wake up.
“Hey,” Jin says softly. “Guess who's awake?”
You rub your eyes, focusing on Jungkook whose face completely softens at your gaze. Jin then rubs your back and excuses himself, giving you and Jungkook some well-needed space. The way Jin and you hold hands for a moment, fingers lingering and looking so delicate intertwined… Jungkook doesn’t miss it.
If anything, it inspires him to cough and ask Jin to hurry up.
Jin chuckles and complies. You sit still, staring at Jungkook. The moment Jin exits the room and you hear the door click, Jungkook opens his mouth to say something and then closes it.
“You better fucking pray that door isn’t locked because I’m going to kill you.”
You stand up and raise your hand. You’re so angry. No, beyond that—you’re furious. Thank god he’s okay, but wow, did he need a beating? He’s already all scratched, bruised, and broken up.. What’s another injury to the list right? Jungkook’s eyes widen and he immediately winces.
“Ow!”
“I didn’t even hit you yet!”
“Well, maybe don’t hit me at all! Look at this!” he cries, nodding towards his injuries. “I’m already hurt.”
“You deserve it,” you say sternly. “Idiots deserve to be hurt.”
Jungkook sighs, nodding with his eyes closed. “I know, I know,” he mumbles. “But I’m your idiot.”
“Why do you do this?” you ask him. “You know I hate hospitals. You know my situation here with my family. You know how much I hate you riding your motorcycle, yet you went off without a helmet? Again?”
Every part of you begins to burn. You’re aching inside, that’s the truth. You hate that he does shit like this. It makes you feel like you’re not important enough for him to stay alive. What kind of best friend puts you in this position?
You know that, yes, maybe these thoughts and feelings are selfish.. But who fucking cares? He could have died. He could have left you without saying goodbye. This.. Him being hurt like this was the best case scenario.
“Like, remember when we were younger and you would get into fights at every party we went to? Why hasn’t that changed? Why do you keep hurting yourself? Why are you smiling? It’s not funny. You think this is funny—”
“I was trying to get your attention,” Jungkook smiles weakly. His answer is simple it confuses you. You don’t even know how to respond to him.
“I don’t know what to do with you! What if I had to call your parents and let them know that their son is a complete idiot because he’s unsafe and a terrible listener—” for the second time, you raise your hand to hit him. Jungkook doesn’t wince this time or move away. Instead, with his decent hand, he grabs yours and pulls you close.
You plop onto his bed and he tugs you closer.
“You could have died,” you fret. It’s soft and it breaks his heart. Practically nose to nose, you find it in yourself to glare at him. “You get that, right? You could have really died.”
“Hey,” you turn away when he begins. He moves his face to meet with yours. “It worked, right?”
“What worked?”
“I got your attention. On the plus side, I’m here and I’m okay,” he attempts to laugh and nods at his injuries. “… For the most part.”
“Not funny.”
“But most importantly, you’re here.”
You look at him with care and so many conflicting feelings. How could he make such a painful moment feel so tender? It only causes you to ache. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes but you ignore them. Looking up and breaking away from your closeness with him, you blink away the tears.
You sniff, “I’m here, Jungkook. I always have been.”
He shakes his head and mutters, “not in the way I want you to be.”
“Jungkook—”
“You never choose me,” he begins. Now, you turn to meet with his eyes. His eyes that are suddenly beginning to pool with tears. It’s weird. Automatically, it feels weird because come to think of it... You’ve never really seen him cry before. You begin to panic.
“What’s this about, Jungkook? What’s going on?”
He swallows.
It’s now or never, right?
It’s you forever or losing you to whoever.. Jungkook gathers whatever is left of courage and belief in himself for this very moment. It should have happened in the garden. But a hospital bed and an injured body will just have to do.
“I’ve been waiting forever for you to choose me the way you choose him. I didn’t even think that was a thing, ___… Until you started choosing him.”
“What are you talking about?” you ask genuinely confused. Is he talking about Jin? Of course, he’s talking about Jin.. But what is he really trying to say?
“It’s like you choose him because you want to and it feels like you choose me because you’re used to it. Like you have to. And look, I get it. Love isn’t something I can say and expect you to believe. It’s something I have to show you over and over again because frankly, you’re so fucking dense. Just because you see me as the boy you grew up with doesn’t mean I’m not a man. I’m a man, ___. I’ll show you what I mean if you let me.”
You blink.
Is he saying what you think he’s saying? ... Right now?
Where is Jin? He should be back soon.. God, what should you do right now? Pull away? You don’t know! Maybe you should—
“Don’t do that,” Jungkook stops you. “Don’t move away. Not right now—just, please… Listen to me, ___ because I... I don’t know what I’m doing anymore if it’s not about you or for you.”
Your breath hitches.
Then, Jungkook tugs you towards him again.
“I’m confused,” you admit. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. In my mind, I have chosen you every single day of our lives.”
“Don’t be with him,” he begs you. “Be with me.”
“I am with you—“
“___, I’m serious,” Jungkook warns.
“So am I,” you pout. You’re beginning to feel a little uneasy and he can tell. It makes him feel uneasy too, but honestly? Fuck it. “Jungkook, what the hell is this about? Are you oka—”
“Why are you so oblivious?”
“I am not!”
“I’m gonna say it,” he confesses, raising his tone.
“Say what—“
“I’m in love with you.”
You gulp.
“Hobi said you had feelings for me before. When?” He asks nonchalantly. It scares you how casually he says it like he’s known it for so long it’s no longer surprising to him. Has he?
“What?” you try to play it cool. So many thoughts begin racing through your mind. This is a sick joke! How could he be playing with your emotions given the circumstances? Jungkook is unbelievable and so is Hoseok! “He’s a liar.”
“Look at that,” he points at your bottoms. You bow your head down and stare at your bottoms, again, confused as fuck. “Your pants are on fire.” Jungkook teases.
You look up at him and gasp. “Just for that, I’m never telling you.”
“So you did have feelings for me,” he smirks, catching you red-handed. Before you open your mouth to protest, he beats you to it. “Doesn’t matter.. I’ll find out soon enough. Right now, the point is, you liked me.”
“So what?” you cross your arms, feeling a little threatened by his knowledge.
“You liked me once, you can do it again.” You’re stunned. Your entire world goes silent as you stare into his eyes and he just smiles cheekily. You struggle to find the words—any words!
How could he just do this to you? Out of nowhere? Is this what he wanted to tell you in the garden? Everything is beginning to feel like never before. Maybe because you have never seen this side of Jungkook before. He’s smooth? He’s saying such outrageous things but yes. He has your fucking attention and now you’re... Nervous? Around him, nay, because of him?
Are you fucking serious?
“You’re insane,” you giggle. “You little prankster! Just saying random shit to get out of trouble with me—”
“I am insanely in love with you, you dense piece of shit.”
“Hey!”
He blinks at you slowly, his mouth curving into a smile. “Hi.”
You’re choked.
Has he always looked like this? Suddenly, you’re noticing things you haven’t paid attention to because you’re trying to avoid his eyes.
Wow! Look at those tattoos.
Woah! Cool blanket.
No way! Such a nice quality hospital gown.
“Look at me,” he protests. You listen and instantly you feel weak. You’ve never been nervous around him. Well, not in this way. It feels like the time when he mentioned you were his type—oh god.
And the time he held you when you grieved over your grandmother. Oh, and the times after that when he’d make you pancakes and—
“I’m in love with you,” Jungkook repeats. “I have loved you for so long that I don’t remember a day when I didn’t.”
“Take it back,” you spit. “Take everything you just told me back because—”
“Because you don’t love me back?” His suggestion sounds more.. Insistent. Could he be right? Could he be wrong?
“Because you’re lying.”
“Why would I lie about loving you?”
You don’t know.
You stay silent, unsure of how to answer him. Could you answer him?
“I know you, ___. I know I can’t rush into loving you so I stood by your side all these years to get you to warm up to me. I have done everything I can to be everything for you but to be the man you love. Call me crazy, but I don’t think I’m reaching for something that’s impossible. I mean, it’s us, ___.”
Fuck.
“I’ve been yours for so long,” Jungkook admits.
Say something!
You’re driving him crazy. You know it too.. Still, you keep your mouth shut and your his eyes search for answers in yours. Soon, he gives in.
“Keep playing stupid if you want,” Jungkook proposes, hinting that he’ll back off for now. He shifts his position, making himself more comfortable. He then raises his hand and pats your head. You look up at him with the biggest eyes filled with wonder. Then, he tucks your hair behind your ears before cupping your face. Jungkook leans in and says, “but I’m done, ___. I need you to know and I need you to love me back.”
“Jungkook, I do love you—”
“___,”
“No, seriously—”
“Shut up.”
You’re just digging a deeper grave for yourself. He’s already getting embarrassed over this. He wasn’t even sure if he expected you to reciprocate or reply to his feelings.. He just needed to tell you.
“Listen to me—”
“If you don’t shut up, I’ll do it,” he implies. “I’m serious.”
Do what? You’re beyond frustrated. Your blood pressure is probably through the roof right now. “I’m serious too! Jungkook, what if you’re feeling this way because—”
“I love you.”
“Jungkook—”
“I love you.”
You groan, “stop it! Jungkook, I’m serious.”
“So am I,” he urges.
Frustrated, you pull away. “Jungkook—”
“Shut up.”
“Jungkook, you’re being mean,” you cry.
“Let me make it up to you then.”
And then it happens—everything stops. After such a hectic conversation, this was definitely a way to end it on a… Surprising note. You aren’t sure why or how but you shut your eyes and let it happen.
The world, in which you and Jungkook had made together, moves slowly as he leans in and kisses you for the first time.
I'm not dead! Here is the first part of a story I've been working on for a week. JinKook apparently own my brain.
tw: domestic violence, emotional abuse, food, vomiting, hospitals, surgery, medication/pills, blood, language, fist fight, mention of stitches, bruises, mentions of needles/IVs, respirator, police investigations, restraining orders, minor panic attack/anxiety, handcuffs and not in the fun way, jail, toothdamage, mentions of JKs mom dying of a terminal illness, broken bones, and catheters...
When Jungkook graduated college and got his first job as a photographer for a large events space in Seoul, he was beyond proud of himself. He’d grown up with just he and his mom until she’d died a week and a half after his eighteenth birthday, and he’d busted his ass to graduate with honors for both of his degrees, photography and marketing. After he was offered the job, he spent the next three weeks crashing on his best friend’s couch until he’d found a good apartment in his price range. He didn’t own much; he and Taehyung had been able to carry it up in one trip up the elevator before going to Ikea to get him his own bed, a sofa, and a computer desk so he could work from home on occasion. Taehyung had stayed to help him assemble the god-forsaken things and eat his weight in chimaek as payment but having his laughter bounce around the walls helped the apartment feel a little more like home.
Jungkook was quiet by nature and didn’t feel the need to surround himself with much noise. For the first few days, it seemed that his neighbors subscribed to the same philosophy. On his fourth night in his apartment, Jungkook laid awake in bed listening to the sound of one of the men in the apartment on the other side of the wall screaming at his boyfriend that he was a stupid whore and more than one dish shattering upon violent impact with the drywall. Even through the first man’s screaming and tossing of glassware, the only sound Jungkook ever heard from the man’s boyfriend was a few soft moans of pain. Jungkook tended to be a mostly non-confrontational man, but after 3 hours of the screaming, he began to wonder if he should call the police. By the time that he grabbed his phone off his bedside table, the fight seemed to have ended and Jungkook was able to drift off to a fitful sleep.
When his alarm went off the next morning, Jungkook drug himself to the bathroom and into the shower. His mind was racing as he couldn’t help but remember the night before, wondering if he’d done the right thing. He’d just stepped out of the spray and was toweling off when he heard the shower next door kick on. The apartments were apparently mirror images of one another, and he could hear the same soft voice who’d moaned in pain sobbing in the shower an apartment away from his own. His heart clenched, but he wasn’t sure if there was anything he could do to help the situation without making it so much worse.
He continued to be distracted by the memories of the night before as he took the train to the office then settled down with his travel mug of coffee to edit some of the photos he’d taken a few days prior during a formal event the company had sponsored. He kept pinching the inside of his arm, trying to refocus his mind in order to get the edits done on the photos, but he wasn’t very successful.
“Jungkook-ah, you okay? You’ve been staring holes in your laptop screen for 30 minutes now. It’s starting to freak me out because you aren’t blinking.”
Jungkook nearly fell out of his chair at the comment from his desk-mate, Yoongi. “Ah, Yoongi-hyung! I didn’t sleep very well last night, so I’m having issues focusing.”
“Sorry for startling you. Wanna talk about it?”
Would talking about it be violating the privacy of the couple next door? Maybe, but at the same time, Jungkook needed to decide what he’d do if it happened again.
“So, you know how I moved into the new apartment, hyung?” Jungkook paused for a moment to allow Yoongi to nod before continuing on. “I’ve been there 4 nights now and it’s been super quiet until last night. Last night, I could hear one of the men living next door screaming at the other. Like screaming profanities and glass breaking and the other man barely making a peep except to moan in pain. At first, I thought it was just a normal couple fight until I could hear the other man hurting and stuff. It lasted for 3 hours, and just as I had decided to call the police, it went quiet. I could hear the other man crying in the shower this morning. Hyung, what do I do if it happens again? And I keep thinking that I shouldn’t have waited so long to decide to do something.”
Yoongi’s mouth had moved from a soft smile to a hard angry frown the more Jungkook described the incident. “Jungkook-ah, I don’t want you to feel guilty about not getting involved and being unsure what to do. That’s a very difficult situation, but I think that the next time, it might be a good idea to call the police. They would be able to help the situation without you getting hurt. You could call anonymously so the people in the apartment won’t know that you were the one to call.”
Just hearing his Yoongi-hyung tell him that he shouldn’t feel guilty and building up a game plan made him feel much better. Even though he’d wasted half of his day, he was able to buckle down after the conversation and get enough work done to feel accomplished. He left the office at a decent 6 pm for a Thursday evening and picked up some takeout udon from his favorite noodle shop before heading home. When he stepped into the building, he noticed a tall man with the broadest shoulders he’d ever seen waiting on the elevator. The man’s hands were full of multiple reusable grocery bags, and he was having difficulty pressing the button to go up. Jungkook smiled softly then reached out and pressed the button for him. The man was wearing long sleeves and the biggest pair of sunglasses Jungkook had seen in a while, but the man’s hands were so full that Jungkook just assumed he wasn’t able to remove them yet.
The elevator arrived just after the man smiled slightly and offered up the softest “thank you” Jungkook had ever heard. Jungkook held the doors to make sure he was able to get in with all of his purchases before the doors closed, then pressed the button for the fifth floor. “What floor are you heading to? I can press the button for you since your hands are full,” Jungkook offered.
“Thank you so much, but I’m heading to the fifth floor too.”
They made small talk until the elevator arrived, where Jungkook assumed that they’d part ways, but he followed along in awe as the man stopped in front of the door right next to his own. The very apartment that had been on his mind most of the last 24 hours.
“Ah! Looks like we’re neighbors! I moved next door last weekend,” Jungkook mentioned as the man was struggling to get his keys out of his pocket amongst all the bags of groceries. “Would you like some help getting the door open?”
The man laughed softly. “That would actually be amazing. My name is Seokjin, by the way.”
“Jungkook.”
Seokjin had gotten most of the key ring out of his pocket, so Jungkook was able to take it the rest of the way without putting his hand in the stranger’s pocket. He slipped the keys out and chose the one that Seokjin instructed before unlocking the door. The lock had just clicked enough to turn the handle and crack the door open when a dark laughter echoed down the hall around them.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Seokjin playing the filthy whore as always,” a tall man growled from beside them.
“I live next door and his hands were full. I was just trying to help him, nothing more,” Jungkook replied cautiously before stepping toward his own door.
The man’s eyes narrowed, and he snarled at Jungkook before he shoved Seokjin through the door. Jungkook stood frozen in shock for a moment as a couple of glass jars in one of the bags Seokjin had been carrying shattered and his knees slammed against the entryway floor. The man tried to push the door closed but was unsuccessful, and Jungkook could hear the crack of a slap before the man started screaming that he knew Seokjin had been whoring around and he’d teach him a lesson he’d never forget. Something about the sound of the slap across Seokjin’s face and the clack of his sunglasses clattering into their wall snapped something in Jungkook. He pushed the door open to find the man standing above Seokjin, kicking him as hard as he could in the abdomen with the steel-toe of his work-boots. Jungkook’s mind shut off as he shoved the man to the ground and punched him over and over until the man stopped fighting back. He was still alive, just unconscious, but something dark in Jungkook wished the man were dead. Instead of finishing that thought and finishing off the man, Jungkook pulled out his phone and called emergency services. From where he was still kneeling above the man, Jungkook could see that Seokjin wasn’t moving, but he couldn’t tell if he was breathing.
Time seemed to trickle out like frozen molasses, and twenty minutes later, the police finally came. They took Jungkook’s statement and looking over Seokjin lying half dead on the floor and the blood on the man’s boots seemed to be enough for them to believe him. They handcuffed the man’s hands together and he started to come-to as the cuffs clinked closed. He immediately started screaming, “Let me go! I need to finish off that fucking slut on the floor!” It took three police officers to get him out of the apartment and down to their police car.
In the meantime, Jungkook watched from his knees as the paramedics cut off Seokjin’s shirt to try to help him. Jungkook felt physically sick at the volume of bruises in all shades of repair across his chest and abdomen, and the way Seokjin’s stomach was starting to swell brought a whole new wave of nausea. The paramedics lifted him off the floor onto a stretcher, and Jungkook choked on a sob when he saw bloody shards of shattered glass jars beneath him and spikes of some sticking out of his skin.
“Sir, you can ride with him in the ambulance if you want. We can work on your knuckles on the way,” one of the paramedic’s told him. Jungkook looked down at his own hands for the first time and saw the cracks in the bends of the fingers on his right hand from smashing into that asshole’s face. Blood was trickling down two of his fingers, and they were beginning to swell a little, but Jungkook thought the price was worth it. His left hand was beginning to bruise but wasn’t in bad shape considering. He’d known Seokjin less than an hour, but no one should be abused like that, and Jungkook was glad to have given his assailant even a miniscule taste of his own medicine. Jungkook honestly wished he’d taken his boxing lessons more seriously lately; he felt some satisfaction though when he saw a good-sized chunk of the man’s tooth when he grabbed his laptop bag where it had fallen during the scuffle. Seokjin’s keys were still hanging in the lock of the door, so once the paramedics had the stretcher out into the corridor, he locked the door and jogged down the hall to catch up.
The elevator was just big enough to hold the stretcher, the 2 paramedics, and Jungkook. The paramedic closest to the key pad inserted an emergency master key that allowed them to prevent the elevator from stopping until they reached the bottom floor. As soon as the doors slid open to the lobby, the paramedics maneuvered the stretcher out to the ambulance and loaded Seokjin in. One of them jetted around to the driver’s seat while the other helped Jungkook in and closed the doors. The sirens above their heads were blaring and Seokjin was fidgeting around at the noise. Jungkook grabbed his hand with his left hand while the paramedic began disinfecting and wrapping his right hand with gauze and tape. She had nearly finished when Seokjin stopped moving and turned a pasty white.
“He’s not breathing! Seokjin!” he cried, catching the attention of the medical professional.
She sprang into action, beginning CPR when she wasn’t able to find a pulse. She did several minutes worth of compressions before Jungkook heard a small sickening crack as one of Seokjin’s already damaged ribs snapped from the strain. Jungkook was horrified that she didn’t stop CPR immediately, but after a second snap, she was able to find a pulse just as they pulled in to the emergency room driveway. Jungkook held the partial wrappings around his own hand and leapt out of the ambulance to follow them into the main portion of the hospital. They were immediately swarmed by a massive team of doctors and nurses, one of them leading Jungkook off to a triage bay while they rushed Seokjin’s lifeless body through some giant swinging doors. Jungkook tried to pull away to follow Seokjin, but the male nurse who’d been assigned to him assured him that they’d keep him updated and take him to Seokjin’s room when they could.
“My name is Jimin, and I’m a nurse here. I know you’ve been through a lot, and you’re worried about your friend, but let us help him. The paramedics mentioned that your knuckles are a mess and need some attention, so can I take a look?”
Jungkook nodded, then allowed him to unwrap the bandage that had been started. His mind felt like it was full of static from the chaos of the evening. It was definitely not how he’d planned to spend his Thursday evening. He didn’t even know what had happened to the takeout he’d picked up on his way home. Jungkook’s mind was zipped into focus when Jimin dabbed an abrasion on his pointer finger with antiseptic and the sting shot through the static.
“Your first two fingers need some stitches. Just three or four each. Can you tell me more about what happened?” Jimin asked.
“Honestly, it’s crazy. I moved to a new apartment over the weekend. Last night, I heard the neighbors fighting, one of them screaming profanities and breaking dishes and punching the other. This afternoon, I met Seokjin in the elevator. He was carrying a bunch of groceries and was struggling to get the door open. When I unlocked his apartment door, his boyfriend came and shoved him in the apartment and started hitting and kicking him. So I tackled him to the ground in the entryway and punched him until he passed out so I could call for help. He came to when the police got there and threatened to kill Seokjin.”
Jimin soothed him as he gave him some local anesthetic and stitched the skin back together. His ring finger and pinky were both okay and just needed some antibiotic ointment and a bit of gauze. Once he was wrapped properly, Jimin led him through the halls to a small private waiting room.
“I’ll come back when we can take you to see Seokjin. They called his brother and he’s on his way here, so you will probably meet him. Is there anyone I can call for you?” Jimin asked.
“No, I’ll call my friend. I just don’t want to be alone.”
After Jimin left the room to go check on Seokjin, Jungkook took a deep breath before calling Taehyung. As soon as Tae answered the phone, Jungkook felt the adrenaline start to slow down enough to explain what happened and elicit a promise that he was on his way. It was only 8 pm, but Jungkook knew he wouldn’t be able to work the following day. The medication he was supposed to take for the stitches was already making him feel groggy, so he called his supervisor. Even though he’d only been at his job around a month, the staff were all tight-knit and close. He explained to Sejin-ssi what had happened and let him know that he’d work on the edits he had left over the weekend. He was sure he may have to speak with the police officers more about the incident as well.
Jungkook had just disconnected the call with his supervisor when Taehyung burst into the room. He had a bag of takeout in one hand and an overnight bag in the other that he plunked down at Jungkook’s feet and pulled him into a nearly bone-snapping hug. He only let go when Jungkook’s back popped.
“What the actual fuck were you thinking, Jeon Jungkook?” Taehyung snarled in worry.
“That Seokjin was going to die because I tried to help him.” Jungkook’s voice cracked on the last syllable and the last of the adrenaline drained out of his body. He slumped into Taehyung’s chest and cried out the amalgamation of emotion from the last few hours before he had calmed down enough to eat some of the budhae jjigae Taehyung had brought. He only ate about half before the waiting room door opened to reveal Jimin and a tall serious looking man.
“Jungkook, this is Namjoon. He’s Seokjin’s brother. He’s going to be waiting in here with you,” Jimin introduced them before leaving again.
Jungkook knew that he was in for a long night, and eventually talked Taehyung into leaving. Once he was gone, Jungkook curled up as tiny as he could in the chair he was in and covered his legs with the extra jacket Taehyung had packed for him.
“So…how do you know Seokjin?” Namjoon asked softly.
“I just moved in the apartment next door. I’ve lived there 5 days.”
The surprise that showed on Namjoon’s face was the only thing Jungkook needed to try to explain what happened. His conscience would not have allowed Seokjin to take a beating because Jungkook had tried to help. He was hurt, and as far as Jungkook was concerned, it was his fault that Seokjin was hurt.
“Whatever blame you are trying to swallow right now…don’t,” Namjoon stated. “I’ve been trying to get Seokjin to leave Kangdae for months now. I’d heard the things he’s said to him when we’ve talked on the phone, but Seokjin is so stubborn. I had no idea it had gotten so physical though.”
Jungkook choked up again before saying, “When they were prepping him to go in the ambulance, they cut his shirt off and he’s covered in yellow, green, and purple across his chest and stomach and sides. It made me wish I’d hit the fucker more. The stitches were worth knocking one of his teeth out though.”
They fell into silence after that, with Namjoon staring out the window while Jungkook stared at the wad of bandaging in his lap protecting his stitches. He’d always been a very non-violent person until pushed too hard. He couldn’t pinpoint what made him almost enjoy taking the situation into his own fists, but some primal protective instinct had fled to the forefront the moment Kangdae slapped Seokjin. After hearing that Kangdae had been abusing Seokjin for months, Jungkook felt validated in throwing a few punches.
Jungkook’s internal processor spun around the events of the evening, trying and failing to sort out how he truly felt about things. He dozed off sometime during his analysis, waking up to someone gently shaking him. His eyes popped open to Namjoon, hovering over him.
“The doctor is here to update us.”
That woke Jungkook faster than injecting espresso into his veins. He didn’t take the time to wonder why he was so invested in this whole situation. The doctor pulled out a file and showed them a scan of Seokjin’s abdomen, pointing out almost 13 fractures in his ribs and clavicles, all in various states of healing. Some of them were almost better, then there were 4 that looked freshly snapped. The doctor went on to explain that Seokjin had been beaten severely for months, but that if Jungkook hadn’t been there tonight, he’d have died. Kangdae’s steel-toe boots had ruptured Seokjin’s spleen and gallbladder, damaged his liver, and caused massive internal bleeding.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Jungkook murmured, and rushed across the room to vomit partially digested budhae jjigae into the small trash bin in the room.
The thought that someone was capable of causing that kind of damage to someone they were supposed to have loved mixed with the medication he’d taken to prevent infection in his stitches made him vomit a couple more times. When he was done, he brought the bin with him and apologized to the doctor and to Namjoon.
“It’s okay, Jungkook-ssi. You’ve had a very long evening. I’ll have Jimin bring you some medication for the nausea,” the doctor commented before continuing his discussion of the surgery Seokjin had undergone to repair all the damage. They had removed his gallbladder and spleen, then stitched up the lacerations in his liver and intestines. Depending on how he was doing, they would discuss next steps towards him going home.
“Seokjin-ssi is in critical, but stable condition. He will be spending the next few days in the ICU so that we can observe his progress and dress the surgical wounds. You can see him but just be aware that he is heavily sedated and attached to multiple monitors,” the doctor said.
Namjoon went first as the doctor wanted Jungkook to have some anti-nausea medication before moving around too much. Once he was able to take the medication and keep down some ginger ale, he’d be allowed to visit Seokjin too. Jimin came in with a tiny white pill in a medicine cup and an 8 oz tin of soda.
“Alright, Jungkook. Let this little white pill dissolve under your tongue. It will get into your system faster that way. It’s berry flavored, so hopefully it won’t taste too bad,” Jimin instructed.
He waited with Jungkook while he took the medication and allowed it to dissolve. After fifteen minutes had passed, he had Jungkook sip slowly at the ginger ale. It stayed down so Jimin changed the garbage bin liner to dispose of the one Jungkook had been sick into. Jungkook stayed sitting in the chair he’d been in most of the night with the small hospital trash bin tucked between his knees and took long, slow sips of ginger ale. He had drunk maybe a third of the tin when Namjoon came back into the waiting room. Namjoon’s face was pale and drawn when he sat down beside Jungkook.
“Jungkook, thank you for saving my brother. The doctor said you are the only reason he is alive. And even though he looks so bad right now, he’s going to be okay because of you,” Namjoon stuttered out through his tears. “Do you want to go see him?”
Jungkook couldn’t speak, so he nodded. He knew he wouldn’t be able to rest until he could see Seokjin with his own eyes. When he stood up, though, his knees nearly buckled, so Namjoon held to his arm and walked him to Seokjin’s ICU room. Namjoon helped him to sit in a chair at Seokjin’s bedside, and Jungkook’s eyes flitted over the frail, broken man lying in the bed. His hair lay limp over his forehead and an oxygen mask was strapped over his slightly puffy cheeks. Seokjin’s lips that had granted Jungkook soft smiles when they met at the elevator were now wrapped around the tube of a respirator to assist with his breathing. Due to the extent of his wounds and the staff’s needs to make sure that everything remained clean, he was covered in a sheet and the clasps of his hospital gown were partially undone revealing sickening shades of yellow and green from healing bruises. The only movement, besides soft controlled breaths, was his eyelids fluttering occasionally in the depth of dreams and medically induced sleep. Jungkook knew nothing about this man, but his heart screamed with empathy. He reached out and gently ran two fingers across the back of Seokjin’s hand. The fingers twitched slightly then returned to their immobile state.
Jungkook couldn’t help the tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry. Seokjin, I’m so sorry. I listened to him scream and fling glasses at you for hours last night. I should have called for help. I should have called for help before he could do this to you,” he sobbed.
Namjoon rubbed Jungkook’s back as he cried his apologies out for a while. They both stayed in the room until the nurses came in at 6:30 am to change Seokjin’s dressings. While they waited for the okay to go back in, Namjoon convinced Jungkook to call a taxi and head home to rest. They traded phone numbers before the taxi arrived and Namjoon promised to call him later with updates.
Jungkook got to his apartment with the bag that Taehyung had brought him tucked under one arm. He felt like his skin was saturated in the scent of hospital antiseptic, so he stripped down and took a shower, being careful not to get the gauze protecting the stitches too wet then fell into bed. The adrenaline crash from the night before and the effects of the anti-nausea medication dropped him into a heavy, dreamless sleep. He woke up around four hours later to sharp rapping at his door. Jungkook got up and grabbed a tee shirt out of a drawer before heading to his apartment door. He was still dragging the shirt over his head as he opened the door to come face to face with a pair of professionally dressed men.
“Can I help you?” Jungkook asked.
“Jeon Jungkook-ssi? My name is Detective Jung Hoseok and this is my partner, Detective Im Changkyun. We are wrapping up our investigation into the altercation that occurred between yourself, Lee Kangdae and Kim Seokjin last night. We’ve already spoken with the surgeons in charge of Seokjin-ssi’s care and gathered some details from the crime scene as described by the initial officers to the scene. We honestly just need to take your statement. Would it be alright if we come in?”
Jungkook had anticipated that something like this may need to be done so he brought the detectives into his living room and offered them cups of tea. They graciously accepted, so after brewing three cups, he sat down to speak with them.
Detective Im pulled out a small notepad from the breast pocket of his jacket. “Jungkook-ssi, would you mind describing what happened last night?”
Jungkook took a deep breath and a drawn-out sip of tea before describing the sounds he’d heard the night before the event, meeting Seokjin downstairs, offering to help, and Kangdae attacking Seokjin. The detectives pretty much let him talk straight through, only stopping him a few times to ask some clarifying questions. After about 35 minutes of discussing the events of the previous night, the detectives rose and thanked Jungkook for his time.
“Thank you so much, Jungkook-ssi. At this time, no charges are being brought against you as your actions were to help protect Seokjin-ssi,” Detective Im told him as Jungkook walked them to the door. “If any new questions arise, we will be in contact.”
“I do have one question before you leave if you don’t mind. Seokjin-ssi is going to be in the hospital for a while and won’t be in the shape to clean up the mess in the apartment. I grabbed his keys out of the door on the way to the hospital last night. Would it be okay if I go over and clean up the glass and stuff? I just don’t want to ruin the crime scene if you need anything else.”
Detective Jung smiled softly. “Thank you, Jungkook-ssi. The responding officers took photos before leaving last night with the suspect, so you should be fine to clean up the apartment. I’m sure Seokjin-ssi would appreciate that.”
Just as Jungkook was closing the front door behind the detectives, Jungkook’s phone started ringing. He jogged back through the apartment and snagged it off the bedside table to see a phone number he didn’t recognize on the caller ID.
“Hello?”
“Jungkook-ssi? This is Namjoon, Seokjin’s brother. I just wanted to call with some updates. The doctors want to take Seokjin off the respirator at dinner time and start to allow him to wake up. Would you like to be here when he wakes?”
Jungkook was slightly shocked that Namjoon would ask that, since he was essentially a stranger to his brother, but he was relieved all the same. “I’d really love to. I just spoke with the detectives that are investigating the case and they said it would be okay. Do you think Seokjin would mind if I go over to his apartment and just clean up the glass and things? I’d have to throw out the groceries he bought that were meant to be cold too.”
“I think he would appreciate that very much. Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for him. I really can’t express how grateful I am for you.”
After speaking for a few more minutes, Jungkook slipped on his sneakers and padded next door with the bundle of Seokjin’s keys. He stayed in his worn-out sweats so he could clean comfortably. He knew that Kangdae was still in jail and would be for a bit. He’d apparently been in such a rage that he wasn’t able to continue hurting Seokjin that he attempted to harm one of the arresting officers, so that sealed what remained of his fate. Seokjin would be eligible to request a restraining order for additional protection after he woke up, which wouldn’t help that much physically, but might help his peace of mind. Jungkook opened Seokjin’s apartment door as quietly as possible and sat down the bucket of cleaning supplies he’d brought from his own home. Upon entering the apartment, the first order of business was to sweep up the glass from the shattered jars and throw out the foods that had been left out. Luckily, there didn’t seem to be that much to throw out other than the container of beef for bulgogi that had already begun turning a sickly color and the lettuce for ssam. The bananas, apples, and pears inside the bags were still okay despite some slight bruising so Jungkook sat them on the kitchen counter and proceeded to mop up the blood that had scattered around from the wounds in Seokjin’s back and the smaller pool of blood where Jungkook had knocked out Kangdae’s tooth.
Jungkook cleaned the entryway to his own standards, including lining up their shoes in a neater stack on the shoe rack. Once he was satisfied with the cleanliness of the room, Jungkook gathered up his supplies and emptied the garbage bin liner before setting them in the hallway. He locked up Seokjin’s apartment and took off the trash before heading into his own and put away his cleaning supplies and showering. He rushed through getting dressed and grabbed his medication before stopping to pick up some fried chicken to share with Namjoon and heading off to the hospital. When he arrived, he was able to go straight up to Seokjin’s room, where Namjoon was dozing in the chair at Seokjin’s bedside. Seokjin didn’t seem to look any different from the night before, so Jungkook gently woke Namjoon to offer some dinner. They ate the chicken in no time and Namjoon excused himself to the restroom before the doctor came in. The doctor came in just as Namjoon returned, so he was able to be present.
“The respirator that Seokjin has been on was set to help him breathe only if he needed it and measured the number of respirations he was taking on his own. He was initiating most of the breaths he took over the course of the day today, so it is safe to go ahead and remove the respirator. I want to ask you to step into the hallway so we will have room to remove the tube that’s in his throat,” the doctor explained.
He and Namjoon complied, watching through a small observation window as they removed the long tube that had been seated in Seokjin’s lungs. While they waited, Jungkook told Namjoon about the conversation he’d had with Detective Im and Detective Jung and the things he’d done to straighten up the apartment.
“Oh, Namjoon-ssi! I should probably give you back Seokjin-ssi’s keys,” Jungkook said, beginning to dig around in his pocket for the small key ring with a cute alpaca cartoon character.
“Please, call me hyung. I can’t imagine being so formal with the man who saved my brother’s life. Also, please hang on to Seokjin’s keys. I’m a little forgetful and clumsy, so I’m afraid I’d lose them.” Namjoon reached out a finger and poked the small alpaca keychain. “He’ll have my head on a pike if he wakes up and finds out I lost RJ.”
When the doctor and nurses gave them the okay to go back in the room, they let them know that it may still be a few hours before the medication that had been keeping Seokjin asleep finished wearing off. They entered the room and talked quietly between themselves for a bit, but Jungkook could see the exhaustion from the last 24 hours settling weighty upon Namjoon’s shoulders. Jungkook just naturally allowed the conversation to trail off, then covered Namjoon up in one of the extra blankets the nurses had brough in for them. The room slowly filled with the white noise of Namjoon’s soft snores and the steady beeping of Seokjin’s heart monitor, both sounds soothing to Jungkook’s soul. He spent the next hour or so playing a quiet game on his phone and allowing both Kim brothers to rest and heal.
But mobile games can only keep your attention for so long, so Jungkook locked his phone and sat it on the overbed table beside him. He took a moment to really look over Seokjin lying in the hospital bed. He wasn’t sure why he had become so attached to this man, but he had. He reached out and delicately slid his hand under Seokjin’s battered one on the sheets, pressing them palm to palm and slowly rubbing his thumb in easy lopsided loops. Something about sitting here with Seokjin hand in hand soothed a shattered ache in Jungkook’s chest he didn’t even know was there, so he decided to hold on for a while. He leaned over to look closer at the streaks of tape holding the IV in Seokjin’s inert arm. It took him back to his mom being sick when he was a teen, sitting in drab hospital rooms holding her hand and singing lullabies to her to combat periods of terminal agitation. The memory sat so strong beneath his sternum that Jungkook didn’t notice that he’d started softly singing his mom’s favorite lullaby to Seokjin while he held his hand and stroked the pallid skin covering delicate bones, tracing the lines of Seokjin’s fingers down to where his fingertips grazed Jungkook’s inner wrist.
After finishing the first lullaby, his reverie broke a little and he lifted Seokjin’s arm off the bed as gently as he could to press his lips tenderly to the top of Seokjin’s wrist. If you asked Jungkook later, he would tell you it was like a fairy tale. The moment his lips brushed against Seokjin’s skin, Seokjin’s eyes fluttered open. He made a pained, confused sound as his eyelids flickered a few times before his eyes met Jungkook’s. Jungkook placed Seokjin’s wrist back down on the bed and hastened to slip his hand away. He moved to stand up and wake Namjoon, but a tiny squeak from Seokjin stopped him in his tracks.
“Don’t go.”
His voice was wrecked, but he was reaching for Jungkook with both hands. Jungkook could hear the panic beginning to set in on Seokjin’s part because the steady beep, beep, beep of his heart monitor’s rhythm began to beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep, so Jungkook dropped back into the chair he’d vacated and placed his hand back under Seokjin’s.
“I’m here, Seokjinnie. Take a slow breath for me, okay?” Jungkook tried to soothe the panic out of him before it got out of control. “I won’t leave you. I was just going to wake up Namjoon-hyung. He’s here too.”
Jungkook leaned over and pressed the big red button that would alert the nurse’s station that they needed help. They spoke through an intercom to ask if everything was okay, and he was able to let them know that Seokjin was awake. A nurse that Jungkook hadn’t met and Jimin both rushed into the room. The new nurse tried to shoo Jungkook away from the bed, but when he moved to comply, Seokjin began to thrash around the bed trying to get to him. It was as if Jungkook had become Seokjin’s lifeline in the last 24 hours and he wanted to have his hands on Jungkook at all times. To keep him calm, Jimin brought Jungkook to the head of the bed so that they could still examine him and make sure Seokjin hadn’t ripped any of his surgical staples loose in his frenzied reaching for his chosen object of comfort.
The commotion in the room finally woke Namjoon up from his nap and he smiled as he watched his brother cling to the arm of the man who’d saved him from months of abuse. It was nearly unbelievable to think that Jungkook had known Seokjin less than a week but had changed his life for the better in that short amount of time.
“Alright, Seokjin. My name is Jimin, and I’m the primary nurse in charge of your care. I’ll be here all night to help take care of you. You’ve been through a lot over the last day or so and we don’t want to overwhelm you, but I have a question or two, okay?” Jimin spoke soothingly to Seokjin as he adjusted the sheets covering the hospital bed. “Are you in pain?”
“Yeah. Hurts to breathe,” he croaked out.
“Okay. In just a minute, I’ll go get your pain medication. Your ribs are broken in a lot of places and you had a major surgery on your abdomen, so I need you to be as stationary as you can for a little while. You have around 17 staples across your stomach helping to keep your incision closed. If you move a lot, you might tear them loose. You also have a catheter. If you feel like you need to pee, go ahead. You won’t wet the bed.” Jimin continued explaining as he jotted down the different measurements showing on various monitors around the bed. After noting everything on a small scrap of paper and placing it into his pocket, Jimin grabbed a clean washcloth out of the closet and dampened it with warm water. “Seokjin, I’m just going to use this to wash your face a little. You’ve been asleep for a long time, so let’s wash some of the sleepy-time yuck off.”
“Kangdae?” Seokjin rasped.
Jungkook could see the fear in his eyes when the name slipped through his lips. He swallowed down the rage bubbling below the surface of his chest before finally answering.
“He’s in jail. I punched him a lot and called the police. He was screaming about killing you and fighting the officers when they dragged him out. He’s going to be in jail for a long time for what he’s done. And when he’s out, he won’t be allowed within 1000 feet of you,” Jungkook replied. “He can’t hurt you anymore, Seokjinnie.”
Seokjin visibly relaxed at the reassurance that Kangdae wouldn’t be allowed near him. Jungkook brushed his bangs out of his eyes, then ran his fingers through Seokjin’s hair to continue to soothe him. He kept it up for a few moments until Jimin came back to give Seokjin some pain medication in his IV and some antinausea medication by mouth. The tiny pill looked like the same one Jungkook had been given the night before, but Seokjin frowned at the flavor.
“Hate fake berry,” he grumbled before gulping down some water before Jimin forced him to slow down.
After Jimin got him settled and promised to come to check on Seokjin in an hour, Jungkook moved to the other side of the bed so that Namjoon could get closer. Seokjin still kept his hand in a death grip anytime he thought Jungkook was going to let go, but he did allow him to switch sides so Namjoon could sit in the chair by the bed. The respirator had caused his voice to sound so wrecked that Seokjin had been instructed not to speak to cause it more irritation, so he was forced to sit there and just listen.
“Jinnie-hyung, I can see it in your eyes that you are dying to apologize to me. I don’t want to hear any apologies from you. The only thing I want is for you to swear that you’ll never let another man treat you like Kangdae did and that if he comes around, you’ll call the police. That’s all I need,” Namjoon told him, eyes glazed with tears. “If Jungkook hadn’t been there and hadn’t intervened, you’d be gone. You are the only family I have left, Jinnie-hyung. I can’t bury you too.”
Jungkook wanted so badly to excuse himself and allow them to have this moment to themselves, but when he tried to step to the side, Seokjin’s eyes shot up to him with brows furrowed and he yanked his arm back towards him. For having just survived a major attack, Seokjin’s arms were apparently still strong because he nearly pulled Jungkook over the bed rails. Jungkook just squeezed his hand a little to let him know he wasn’t going and Seokjin looked back at Namjoon. Namjoon had tears streaking his cheeks as he cradled Seokjin’s other hand against his cheek for a moment before he lowered the bed rail to gently put his forehead on Seokjin’s sternum. Seokjin tangled his fingers in his brother’s hair and cradled him close, letting the building emotions drain from his own eyes. They stayed like this for a few moments, just soaking in the comfort of family, before they separated and Seokjin pressed a soft kiss to Namjoon’s forehead.
Namjoon honestly looked exhausted from crying and worrying, so Jungkook convinced him to go home and sleep in his own bed. It surprisingly took less convincing than Jungkook thought it would after Jungkook promised to stay the night with Seokjin. By this point, Seokjin’s pain medication seemed to have kicked in and his eyelids were beginning to droop. Jungkook suspected that he’d knock out the minute Namjoon was out the door, but he fought the medication to stay awake. Jimin came in to check his pain levels and to jot down his vital signs one more time before tucking him in for the night and encouraging him to sleep. He brought in a cot with an extra pillow and blanket for Jungkook, but Seokjin seemed loathe to let him go, so Jungkook took up his old stead in the chair at his bedside.
“Ongoo-ah,” Seokjin croaked out.
“You aren’t supposed to be talking, hyung. You heard Jimin,” Jungkook scolded.
Seokjin tried to give Jungkook a pouty face before giggling and patting the bed beside him. “Ongoo-ah, hug hyung.”
Jungkook tried to refuse, but when Seokjin tried to pull him into the bed on top of him, he gave up. He was terrified that all the tugging at his arm was causing more damage to Seokjin’s plethora of injuries, so Jungkook slid into the bed beside Seokjin as lightly as he could. As soon as he was on his side curled around the outline of Seokjin’s body, Seokjin snuggled in as close as he could get without moving from his back and rested his head against Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook wrapped his arm around Seokjin’s chest, trying to keep the weight off of him as much as possible. Seokjin kept running his slightly gnarled fingers over the bandages wrapped around Jungkook’s right hand.
“You got hurt because of me,” Seokjin whispered.
“I’d do it a thousand times over, hyung. Because Kangdae hurt you because of me,” Jungkook replied.
“Are you an angel, Ongoo-ah?” Seokjin slurred before drifting off to sleep.
Something in Jungkook’s chest flipped over at Seokjin’s sleepy dreamer’s words. He wasn’t sure how to respond to anything like that, so he just softly began to sing into Seokjin’s silky hair. He sang until he couldn’t remember the words or the melody anymore, then followed Seokjin into dreamland.
Jungkook woke up the next morning to the click of a photo being taken and a soft “ha ha” from Namjoon. He blinked rapidly, trying to remember where he was while protecting Seokjin still pressed against his chest asleep. When he realized what the clicking sound was after his brain had spent several minutes firing useless signals into the void, he frowned at Namjoon, then tried to extricate himself from Seokjin without waking him up. The moment he moved his arm from around Seokjin, he started to wiggle around to try to get closer to Jungkook. When Seokjin whined in pain a little from moving too much, Jungkook stopped trying to pull away and put his arm back.
“Seokjinnie has always been a light sleeper. Any sudden movement will wake him up. Sorry, Jungkook-ah. You’re probably going to be stuck there for a while,” Namjoon whispered, giggling gleefully at Jungkook’s confused expression.
A few moments later, a nurse came into the room to check on Seokjin. When she did, Jungkook had no choice but to get up because she needed to check over his incision. Seokjin was very displeased that his human security blanket had been removed from the bed and forced to leave the room. He glared at the poor nurse the entire examination and only cheered up a little when Jungkook was allowed back in the room with a light breakfast for him. He was only allowed to have slightly bland juk but it would been the first food he’d been allowed in nearly 2 days. He wanted to devour it but forced himself to eat much more slowly as it would be the first thing to enter his system since the attack and surgery. They were hoping that the juk wouldn’t cause too much pain or nausea. After eating, Seokjin wanted nothing more than to be allowed to shower, but even walking into the attached restroom for a sponge bath seemed like he had attempted to lift a car. Immediately after his sponge bath, his healing body demanded a nap.
He had fallen asleep gripping Jungkook’s hand, so when he woke up without him in the room, he nearly had a panic attack. Namjoon explained that Jungkook had simply gone home to freshen up and had only been gone about ten minutes, but Seokjin was nearly inconsolable the entire time he was gone. Seokjin felt like a puppy who had imprinted on someone not his owner the whole time Jungkook was away.
Jungkook had just unlocked the door to his apartment and started to step through the door when his text tone went off. It was a photo of Seokjin frowning at the camera with upset eyes and furrowed brows. Namjoon had captioned the photo, “Someone woke up grumpy without you. Please hurry back, Jungkook-ah.” Jungkook could see the fear that still reflected in Seokjin’s eyes, and it squeezed his heart that he felt that way. He took the fastest shower of his life and was still drying off when his phone rang again. Jungkook answered the phone, placing it on speakerphone so he could finish getting ready while talking.
“Hello?”
“Hey Jungkook-ah, it’s Yoongi-hyung. Sejin-hyung mentioned you were out on Friday due to an emergency, so I wanted to check-in on you.”
Yoongi was a great hyung, always looking out for him, so his concern made Jungkook smile. “Yeah, hyung. I’m okay. I was just getting ready so I could head back to the hospital.”
“The hospital?! Jungkook, I thought you said you were okay.”
“I am okay, hyung. Do you remember the neighbors we talked about on Thursday?”
Yoongi sighed deeply in relief before replying. “Yes, Jungkook-ah. What happened?”
“Well, when I got to my apartment building on Thursday, the neighbor who was being abused was at the elevator with about 4 bags of groceries. I helped him choose the buttons and things and we introduced ourselves. His name is Seokjin. His hands were so full of groceries that he was having trouble unlocking his door. So I took his key and unlocked the door for him and that’s when the asshole came home. I tried to explain that I was just helping him unlock the door, but he shoved Seokjin in their apartment and didn’t close the door all the way and I heard him slap Seokjin hard across the face. When I pushed the door open, the fucker was kicking him in the gut with steel-toes on. I beat his face in a little bit and called the police and paramedics. He got arrested and was screaming about killing ‘the fucking slut on the floor’ when they drug him out the door. Seokjin had to have surgery and has been clinging to me since he woke up. I just make him feel safe, so I’ve been going over a lot to keep him calm and prevent him from damaging his surgical incision,” Jungkook explained.
“Damn, Kook-ah. Have you eaten dinner yet?”
“No. I was just going to grab something on the way back to share with Seokjin’s brother. Seokjin is on a fairly strict diet right now since they had to stitch part of his intestines back together.”
Yoongi heaved another sigh through the phone. “I take it you’ve eaten takeout for every meal since Thursday.”
Before Jungkook could defend himself, Yoongi basically laid down the law that he’d be meeting him at the hospital with a homecooked meal for both Jungkook and Seokjin’s brother and he’d not take no for an answer. Yoongi’s elder brother was a fairly well-known chef in Seoul and Yoongi had been known to help out at his restaurant in emergencies; he was more than capable of whipping up an excellent meal. Jungkook finished dressing in his comfiest sweatsuit and packed a small overnight toiletry bag. Based on the way Seokjin reacted when he left, he may end up staying the night again. He’d have to break it to him that he had to go to work on Monday, but he figured they could discuss that later. He grabbed his keys and headed out with a plan to stop by a convenience store to grab some drinks for he and Namjoon and a coffee for Yoongi to thank him for making dinner.
He was almost to the hospital entrance when he saw a familiar shape in the window of a nearby toy shop. It was a stuffed animal that looked like the tiny alpaca keychain on Seokjin’s keys. He remembered that Namjoon had called it RJ. Jungkook stared in the window of the shop for another moment before deciding to buy it for Seokjin. Maybe being able to clutch onto a larger version of RJ would make things easier for Seokjin while he was at work.
“So…Seokjinnie…” Namjoon started, then trailed off, trying to decide how to bring up the conversation he wanted to have with his brother.
“Yes, Namjoonie?”
“What’s going on with you and Jungkook?”
Seokjin rapidly choked on the sip of water he’d just taken. Namjoon helped him lean forward a little and tapped his back a bit until he was able to cough up the water that had slipped down the wrong way.
“He just makes me feel safe, Joon. Nothing more, nothing less. The other neighbors on our floor have listened to Kangdae beat the ever-loving fuck out of me for six months and never did anything. Didn’t even file a noise complaint. Then Jungkook moves in like my own goddamn guardian angel and literally saves my life after knowing me for less than 10 minutes. I don’t want to get too deep about it, but when Jungkook is here, I’m less afraid that Kangdae is going to come through that door and finish what he started. I just want to be his friend and maybe one day I’ll be able to repay the kindness he’s shown me,” Seokjin fired back after regaining his ability to breathe.
“I didn’t mean to imply anything, Jinnie. I just wanted to make sure that you weren’t jumping in over your head into something you aren’t ready for.”
Before Seokjin could say anything else, there was a tap-tap-tap-tap on the door. Just a moment later, Jungkook popped his head in the door, and Seokjin blatantly ignored his heart skipping a beat at Jungkook’s bright bunny smile and floofy, freshly washed hair.
“Hi, hyungs! I’m back. I hope it’s okay that I brought my other hyung with me. He heard about our emergency and wanted to help by making dinner for us,” Jungkook explained happily as he opened the door wider then turned to take an insulated bag from a smaller man behind him. “This is—”
Namjoon interrupted before Jungkook could finish his sentence. “Yoongi?”
Yoongi’s head whipped up to face him before he whispered, “Joon…”
“Oh my god. It is you,” Namjoon said tearfully before grabbing Yoongi into a tight hug.
Jungkook looked between them, eyes wide and confused before Seokjin’s peals of laughter rang out. “Ah, Yoongichi. I’ve missed you.”
“Do you all…know each other?” Jungkook stuttered out.
“We grew up next door to each other in Daegu. When Yoongi and Jinnie did their mandatory service together, I was still in high school then went to college overseas. Sometime between my undergrad and serving my own military conscription, we lost touch. Then Jinnie took a job in London and the time zones wrecked their friendship too. I didn’t even know you were in Seoul,” Namjoon explained.
“Yeah. I moved to Seoul with my hyung about 3 years ago. When Appa died, he finally opened his restaurant and made it big as a hot shot chef. I work with Jungkookie for Sejin-hyung at Hybe. We are both events photographers.”
They took turns catching up on the missing years from their time together as Yoongi unpacked the three insulated totes he’d brought. He’d brought manduguk, fresh sticky rice, bowls of samgyeopsal and galbi, plus a plethora of banchan. Out of the final bag, he pulled a large bowl of juk he’d made for Seokjin and that they’d okayed with Jimin before bringing it in. They all ate and talked happily for a bit while Seokjin kept one hand on Jungkook at all times. After they’d eaten enough to nearly burst, Yoongi reached into the final bag and pulled out a surprise. He’d stopped at a bungeoppang stall near his apartment on the way and bought 4 of them, and he was so glad he had. It was worth it to watch Namjoon’s eyes light up when he was handed a red bean filled pastry. He’d brought a custard one for Seokjin, hoping that the milder flavor wouldn’t cause any issues, and Jimin had okayed it since he’d done okay with foods so far.
After finishing their dessert, Yoongi could see Seokjin struggling to stay awake. He had Jungkook’s left hand held fast between both of his own, occasionally dragging the tip of his finger over the bruises mottling Jungkook’s knuckles. Each time he did that, Yoongi watched him suck in a shuddery breath, probably mentally berating himself over the results of Jungkook’s rescue mission. Yoongi rose and packed up the dinner bowls and silverware, preparing to leave before Seokjin could sink any further into that pool of guilt and self-loathing.
“Hyung, would it be okay if I escorted you home?” Namjoon asked. Earlier in the evening, they’d discovered that Yoongi and Namjoon lived in the same neighborhood, literally 3 blocks from each other. It was a miracle they hadn’t run into each other before now.
“I’d really like that, Joon-ah.” Yoongi smiled at him before leaning over Seokjin to hug him and press a lingering kiss to his forehead. “I’m glad you are okay, my sweet, silly, Jinniya. Let Kook-ah watch out for you more often, eh?”
Yoongi ruffled Jungkook’s hair teasingly before gathering up the bags and leaving with Namjoon. Right after, Jimin came in to change the bandaging on Seokjin’s abdomen and to give him some medication. Jungkook stepped into the en-suite hospital bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face before bed. Seokjin protested a little less since Jungkook left the door open and Seokjin was able to see his face in the mirror while Jimin palpated the swelling in his achy abdomen and re-wrapped the bandages around his staples. Jungkook came out and put his toiletry bag in his backpack before pulling out the bag with the alpaca plushie in it. When Jimin left, Jungkook sat beside the bed and handed Seokjin the bag.
“Hyungie, I got you a little present. Before you open it, I just wanted to talk to you because I have to go back in to the office to work on Monday. I was hoping that this present might make that a bit easier for you,” Jungkook told him with an easy smile.
Seokjin reached into the bag and pulled out a soft, white plushie. “RJ! How did you know, Ongoo-ah?” (The nickname Seokjin had slurred out that first night he’d been awake had stuck and Jungkook would be lying if he said it didn’t make his heart feel like a puddle of goo every single time Seokjin used it.)
“He’s on your keyring. The one I opened the door with the night we met. They were still hanging in the door, and I locked your apartment before we came to the hospital. I tried to give the keys to Joonie-hyung, but he was scared he’d lose them. They are hanging on my key rack in my apartment. I’ll bring them back before you go home.”
“Joonie would loose his own head if it weren’t attached, so I’m glad he let you hold on to them. I’m sorry for being so needy. I’m sure it’s interfering with your life spending so much time with someone you barely know,” Seokjin started.
“Let me stop you right there, hyung. I had literally nothing to do this weekend. I was able to work on my edits while you napped in the afternoon, so it’s no big deal. I’ll go to the office on Monday, and come visit you afterward, okay? You’ve been through a lot of trauma, hyung, and if me being around makes you feel better, I’ll hang out. Besides, we’re slowly getting to know each other better.”
Before their conversation could continue, Seokjin yawned widely. “I haven’t slept more than an hour or two a night in months. If I got up to go to the bathroom, Kangdae would accuse me of trying to sneak out to meet someone and hit me, or if I made sounds in my sleep he’d shove me out of the bed. It’s like now that I’m safe, my body thinks I need to sleep 15 hours a day to try to catch up.”
Jungkook had to physically restrain himself from snarling about Kangdae’s behavior, but he realized that Seokjin needed soothing more than his righteous rage. Seokjin tugged on his hand a little, then patted the bed beside him.
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~summary: jungkook did something stupid. nothing new. but what jin has to do to fix it could shake up their pining relationship for good
~pairing: jin x jungkook
~prompts: 5: your silence is very loudly telling me that I’m right
& 31: it one hundred percent, probably, was
~word count: 1k
~fluff, first kiss, witch au/magic au
~rating: g
~warnings: very brief kiss while one party is incapacitated
~a/n: lilliaaa!! thank you so much for your request- we had a chat and you suggested something with jin as the pairing, and I went with jinkook in the end! my love of hurt/comfort is never far away and this is the result, I hope you enjoy it💜I've just about managed to stick to drabble length for this as well!!
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Seokjin’s rapidly pounding feet stopped dead at the doorway. Wide eyes quickly found the man inside, swaying as he gripped the shelving unit tightly with one hand, the other rummaging inside. Jin stared, dumbstruck, until another glass vial plummeted and shattered on the floor.
“Jungkook!” he exclaimed.
The boy in question turned, looking thoroughly disappointed in the jar that was now leaking its purple contents across the tiles. It was lucky Jin had started moving again. He reached the younger boy just as he stumbled backwards, hopelessly overbalanced.
“Careful!”
Catching Jungkook awkwardly around the torso, Jin was alarmed by the way the younger’s head lolled against him.
“What have you done this time? Something stupid, I bet,” he muttered, manoeuvring them well away from the glass shards littering the floor.
Jungkook only blinked, those doe eyes of his glistening.
Seokjin huffed.
“Your silence is very loudly telling me that I’m right.”
“Jin-hyung…”
Jin would be lying if he said Jungkook finally managing some words weren’t like tonic to his frantic heart.
“Yes, it’s me,” he consoled, finally plopping Kook down on a squishy armchair. The boy was heavy, but Jin was too concerned to stretch out his suffering arms, instead crouching and trying to catch Jungkook’s eyes.
“I thought you were just going to spend a peaceful day in the library learning some spells! What happened?”
But Jungkook had nothing helpful to offer in reply. Instead he insisted on staring into Jin’s eyes; rather distracting since he insisted on being so handsome. Scoffing, Jin reached out to grab Jungkook’s cheek, tapping gently to try and elicit some response.
No luck. Jungkook beamed like a child and clutched at the hand, snuggling against it.
Jin hadn’t the heart to pull away, but as he watched he couldn’t help but notice Jungkook’s eyelids sagging, head drooping even further onto his hand. Usually this cute sleepiness would be cause for Seokjin’s heart to do some impressive aerobics, but now it only sent him into panic. It was the middle of the day and something was wrong with his Jungkook.
Looking around, he tried valiantly to ignore the drag of Jungkook’s lips across his palm, and searched the room.
“What were you looking through the shelf for?” Jin asked, “that’s Hobi’s medicine store. What do you need?”
“Hmm. Tonic,” the younger murmured, seemingly only half-conscious. “Had three.”
“Three?!” Jin’s eyes popped from his head, “but they work on everything! Why do you need three?”
“Feel funny… sleepy…”
Staring in horror at Jungkook’s fluffy head as he curled into the armchair, Jin cursed under his breath.
“What have you done-?”
Jungkook had been in the library today. Usually that was a harmless activity, but there had been the odd incident of some of their coven members setting off spells by accident… It wouldn’t be the first time, but the way Jungkook was rapidly losing consciousness still struck a lead weight into Jin’s chest.
There must be a cure. Even if Hobi’s tonic hadn’t worked (and that normally evened out most jinxes) there must be something.
What if it was a curse?
Just as the horrifying thought struck Jin, a tug brought him tumbling against Jungkook’s chest. Even half-asleep, the guy was too strong for his own good.
For a futile second, Jin struggled against the grip. He had to find a way to fix this. But then Jungkook was hugging him tightly, pressing his face into the top of Jin’s head, and Jin was certain someone had lit a bundle of fireworks inside his chest.
Turning his head, Jin came face to face with Jungkook. As if he barely dared believe his own words, he whispered, “Jungkook… I’m going to kiss you.”
The younger stirred, eyes cracking open a fraction.
“Okay?” Jin rambled on, “I’m going to kiss you, that works on plenty of curses… except of course, if I’m not your-“
Not your true love.
The words choked in Jin’s throat, not brave enough to admit the worry out loud.
“Kook? Is that okay? I- I-“
Jin was grasping his jaw, desperate for a sign, but the boy was out of it.
“Please,” Jin whispered.
And then he moved.
Their lips pressed together, a fleeting moment before Jin was pulling away, not continuing for longer than necessary given Jungkook’s state. But all that ran through his frazzled mind was that feeling. He longed to do it again, when Jungkook was awake and well. To feel the same glorious sensation-
But Jungkook was still.
Frozen, Jin stared, every sense strained to detect the smallest indication it had worked.
A smile spread across Jungkook’s lips. Breath left Jin in a gust, dizzy with the weight of his relief. Those lips that had felt so good broke into a groggy grin. Jin wanted to taste them again so badly-
“It worked.”
Jungkook grinned in the face of Jin’s dazed expression.
“What?” Jin breathed.
“I wasn’t looking for a curse exactly, but… I wanted to find out if- if you liked me back…”
Jin gaped. Still wearing that radiant, innocent smile, Jungkook pushed himself forward on the chair.
Jin’s wish came true sooner than expected, their soft lips moulding together in bliss. Caving to his touch, Jin felt pure relief and elation flood his veins, indulging in his love who shuffled closer, pulling their bodies flush.
When at last their foreheads rested against each other, disbelieving smiles on their lips, Jin’s brain caught up with him. He pulled back, shooting a look at Jungkook.
“Wait, if you set off a curse, was the book okay? You know Namjoon would kill you.”
Jungkook grinned.
“It one hundred percent, probably, was.”
“Aish! You’ll be the death of me, brat!”
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summary: Seokjin’s plans are foiled by one (1) Jeon Jungkook.
pairing: seokjin x jungkook
wc: 620
genre: fluff, pg13
warning: some talk about making out and stripping
a/n: i just love jinkook squabbling
pt 4 of @btsghostiewritersnet drabble marathon. prompt used: Character A and Character B are both trying to break into the same place on the same night by accident, only to be chased by the police upon meeting and having to hide in a closet/cupboard/etc together until they leave.
Kim Seokjin is many things, but strong he is not. Jungkook’s firm chest. Is currently pressed against his own. In a dark closet. And Seokjin swears his mind is spinning after feeling Jungkook’s puffs of breath fan onto his cheek.
“How much longer do we have to—”
“Ssh! Shut up!”
Jungkook brings a finger to his lips and Seokjin swears if he didn’t care about being caught by the police, he would have bitten that darn finger right off. He’s not supposed to be here. Not in this closet. Not with Jungkook. If it weren’t for the fool standing but two centimeters away from him, Seokjin would be frolicking outside right now with the stolen jewels in his pockets.
In the darkened room, he sees Jungkook press his ear against the closet door. “Hey, Seokjin—”
“Excuse me. You do not have the right to call me by my name. It’s Jinsome to you.”
“Okay well, first of all, that’s a whack ass villain name and second of all, you can’t tell me what to do.” Before Seokjin can so much as gasp at the audacity, Jungkook carries on. “Look, if you want to make it out of here without getting arrested, you’ll do exactly as I say.”
“You want me to what?!”
“Look, it’s not a bad idea!”
“You-you just suggested we take our clothes off and start making out!”
Jungkook puts a finger up to his chin in thought. “Hmm… you’re right… Kissing you would be highly unpleasant, wouldn’t it. Okay, why don’t we just take our bodysuits off? Better that they think we’re just civilians looking for trouble.”
Jungkook’s head tilts towards the door and his eyes widen significantly. “Fuck. Hurry, take your suit off! I can hear them coming!”
“What about you?” Seokjin asks as he tugs at the elastic molded against his skin.
“Just take yours off first. There’s not enough room for the both of us to be moving around!”
Seokjin shrugs in agreement and unconsciously hands his bodysuit to Jungkook’s outstretched hand. He doesn’t miss the way the man leers at his body and he puffs up his chest with a smirk on his face. He didn’t work this hard on his hot bod to not be ogled at. Even if it is the pesky up-and-coming villain who’s doing the ogling.
“Well, damn,” Jungkook grins at him. “What a sight to behold… You know, I think I’ll hang onto these for now.”
He begins to step back towards the closet door. Seokjin’s hand snaps forward and grips Jungkook’s arm.
“What are you doing?” he hisses. “The police are still out there!”
“Oh, them? Hyung,” he chuckles, “you really are getting out of your element. If you’d paid less attention to me, you would have realized that there’s no one outside at all. It’s just you and me in this big empty building.”
He opens the door and snickers at the sight of Seokjin glowering, standing half naked in the middle of the closet. “You know, I’ve imagined you stripping for me many times before, but I never thought you’d strip so willingly for me in this dingy closet. Let’s do a raincheck on making out, hm?”
With a roar, Seokjin lunges at the infuriating man only to be stopped by a quickly shut door. He twists the door knob only to find that it’s been locked from the outside.
“Fuck!” He throws a fist at the door and forces himself to take in a deep breath. He swears on his pet goldfish’s grave that he’s going to get back at Jungkook. All in due time. In the meanwhile, he’s got to figure out how to get out of this closet and scurry on home.
♦ Summary: Jin and Jungkook watch a movie together after everyone else goes to sleep, but Jungkook can’t pay attention to anything but his hyung’s lips and what they might feel like on certain places of his body.
♦Rating: 18+ (M)
♦ Warnings: oral sex, anal fingering, mutual masturbation & masturbation, sex, just pure sex. Kind of dom!Jin and sub!kook, orgasm denial, edging, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, role playing, hyung kink??, just a bit of fluff at the end.
♦ Words: around 4k
Jungkook loved spending time with his oldest hyung, they sometimes fought and wrestled but it was always only out of pure love and playfulness. That was one thing the both of them had in common, their playfulness and sense of adventure.
For this week’s adventure, the both of them had agreed to watch a movie together after everyone else, one by one, had gone to bed or simply just went to their rooms.
It was quiet and dark in the house, all but for the lights and sounds of the movie.
Jungkook sat with a blanket draped over his lap right next to his hyung, but he wasn't looking at the screen.
For some reason Jungkook's eyes kept focusing on Jin's full lips and his slightly parted mouth. They looked like comfy pillows. Jungkook had always admired his hyung, everything he did, his charming good looks, but tonight his looks was all he could focus on. He wondered if it was because he was just disinterested in the movie Jin had picked or maybe it was that extra cup of coffee he had drank a little too late in the evening. Either way, he did everything in his power to try to simply just figure out what this movie was about.
Jungkook's mind continued to wander and stray further the more bored he got, tuning out the movie entirely and letting his head flood with thoughts of Seokjin right beside him. At first he wondered what his pillowy soft lips would feel like if Jungkook were to just poke at them. Soon the little thought snowballed into so much more, eventually leaving him wondering what they would feel like against his own. Still, this train of thought continued, especially the more he stole glances over at Jin. it got to the point where Jungkook was soon wondering how they would feel around his cock, how tight they could wrap, how well they could cushion his teeth as Seokjin took him into his warm mouth.
He shivered before shifting in his seat in a not so sly way to try to get his already out of control erection back under control, or at least from visibly popping straight up in his grey sweats.
Jungkook felt very nervous as if Seokjin somehow might be able to read his mind and find out he was thinking these kind of dirty thoughts about him, but Jin didn't even look at Jungkook still wriggling uncomfortably next to him. Jungkook focused back on the TV but he just couldn't make his mind stay on anything else now that wasn't the entirely beautiful but oblivious Jin right beside him.
Jungkook knew this wasn't right thinking about his hyung like this, they had know each other for so long and had been so close. He told himself it wasn't his fault that he had been too busy to get himself off for an entire week, and that's why his mind was doing this, thirsting after anyone who happened to get this close.
Jin stretched a little and let out a small groan and a yawn, it only made the younger’s cock harder and twitch more in his sweatpants. Jungkook’s mind strayed again to the fact he knew what Jin's grunts in bed would sound like. He never paid much attention when working out with him or at dance practice when Jin would let out a grunt, but now it was all Jungkook could hear in his head.
Out of the corner of his vision he could see Jin focused on the TV, having no idea what he was doing to Jungkook. He looked so concentrated that he probably wouldn't have even noticed if a train ran right through the room.
Jungkook's cock ached so badly that he could feel the large amount of sticky precum it was weeping onto his thigh. He wanted his hyung to touch him, but he knew he couldn't ask, it would freak him out, it would ruin their friendship forever, he would never talk to Jungkook again, he would yell at him, he would tell the others. There were just far too many things that he saw in his mind that could go wrong.
Briefly the younger one thought about just heading to the bathroom and taking care of himself, but his hard on wouldn't go away, especially not long enough to get up and walk right in front of Jin to go to the bathroom.
A desperate sigh of "Fuck" left Jungkook's mouth. He snapped his lips closed in panic knowing Jin had to hear him, he had to.
Seokjin didn't react. He continued to look at the screen.
Jungkook got an idea.
He sat back on the sofa and slid his hand under the blanket on his lap and into the waistband on his sweatpants pants. The moment Jungkook wrapped his hand around his needy cock he let out a small whimper of satisfaction, again that his hyung didn't seem to notice at all.
His pumps to his cock were slow and languid under the blanket just to make sure his hyung wouldn't notice. Even at the slow strangled pace he was moving he felt like he could cum at any second with his thoughts alone.
His mind had gone long past Seokjin touching him and accepted that at this point he would let Jin fuck his ass. He wanted it nice and rough, his hyung pounding into him until Jungkook was aching, moaning and messy with his own cum.
Jungkook was suddenly scrambling to stop himself from orgasming in his pants. If he came, it would be hard to hide, Seokjin would surely see the wet spot. He couldn't help himself though, in less than a minute of waiting for the feeling to go away, his hand was back on his cock. This time he felt more brave and worked himself a little faster. His eyes were shut as he concentrated on not making himself cum once again while also enjoying the feeling while his dirty thoughts played in his head.
"Jungkookie." The whisper made the youngest freeze and open his eyes, his still hand on his very rapidly softening dick. Fear engulfed his body as he saw Seokjin looking at him, right in his eyes. Seokjin's brows were furrowed together and the youngest immediately took that as a bad sign. The biggest internal panic that Jungkook had ever had was waging in his brain and body right now, and he had no idea what to do about it.
"As much as I'm enjoying your whimpering and seeing you get yourself off under the blanket, it's making me hard."
Jungkook's eyes went wide at his hyung words and he was about to apologize until he played the last few words back in his head again.
Seokjin had said he was hard. His hyung was hard because of the noises he had just been making. He felt Jin's words were so matter of fact and abrupt that it was hard to take in.
Jungkook's eyes flickered to where Jin was sitting criss-cross in his pajamas, but didn't see anything.
"Trust me, I am." His hyung whispered after seeing Jungkook's eyes searching for a tent.
"I-I-I'm sorry." Jungkook whispered, unable to think of anything else to say.
Seokjin scooted closer to the younger one and leaned into his ear, almost touching his skin with their softness Jungkook had been craving to feel.
"Do you want me to help you?"
Jin’s warm breath raised goosebumps on kook's skin as he wondered if he was just having some kind of horny dream.
Dream or not, Jungkook wanted it so badly, so he wordlessly nodded and removed his hand from his own pants.
He watched as Jin's arm snaked under the blankets, replacing his.
He sucked in a breath at the warm hand that was not his own, wrapped around him in a grip and way that was also not his own. The unfamiliar sensation of someone else not just touching his cock, but stroking it with intent, felt too good to be true.
"Ah hyung." Jungkook moaned before realizing maybe he should be helping him too. Jungkook’s hand that had reached for the elastic of Seokjin's light blue pajama pants was quickly swatted away.
"Don't worry about me right now." Jin declined.
Right now. Jungkook wondered if Seokjin had something else planned but he couldn't wonder too much because Seokjin's hand got faster, running all the way up to the tip of his cock touching the shaft. It felt unbelievable even without any sort of moisture to lessen the skin to skin friction.
"Hyung I'm going to cum, I'm so, so close." Jungkook's breath was ragged.
"Don't cum." The older boy replied despite how quickly his hand was fucking him.
"I-I-can't, oh fuck." Just as Jungkook's orgasm started to hit him, Seokjin's hand was off of him.
"No coming Jungkookie."
Jungkook felt agitated but it only lasted until Seokjin wrapped his hand back around Jungkook's dick again. Jungkook felt even more determined to cum now, he let his head fall back and let the whispers fall out of his mouth.
“What do you want to do Jungkook? Do you want your hyung to fuck you? Do you want to feel me inside of you?”
“Yes, yeah I want hyung to fill me up, I want hyung to use me to make him cum.”
“Do you really want that? Do you want to go to my room? Yoongi won't be back until morning, so we have the whole room to ourselves.”
Jin's offer sounded like it was meant to be, there was no way Jungkook could turn it down. Yet he still couldn't bring himself to talk from the utter shock of the situation, so again he just nodded.
Jin removed his hand from Jungkook's pants and stood, offering a hand down to the youngest. All Jungkook could now see was the large tent in Jin’s pajama pants that had made itself visible upon him standing.
“Did you think I lied to you about being turned on?” Jin teased “let's go.”
He took Jin's hand and interlaced his fingers with the oldest that led both of them hard into the hallway. If any of the other boys were to leave their rooms right now and see them both holding hands with hard dicks, there would be no way Jungkook could play it off as something friendly. Luckily for the both of them, they made it to Jin's room without a problem.
As the oldest closed and locked his bedroom door as kook examined all the figurines that lined the shelves on the wall above the oldest's bed. Jungkook had seen each one a million times before, some he had gifted to him himself. Jungkook took a deep breath as he realized that those were what he would probably be glancing at as his hyung fucked him.
“Jin” Jungkook's voice was timid and nervous.
“Hm?” the oldest asked as he sat on the edge of his bed, waiting.
“If- if we do this will things be alright… after? Will we still be close?” he was worried the question would put him off from wanting to do this, and Jungkook still very much wanted to do this.
“I don’t plan on making it weird… do you?”
“No.” Jungkook shook his head and went to sit by the older one. “I-what do we do now?” Jungkook was bad at these things and was worried that the moment had been lost.
“Well we can go on as we were… or I can continue to play the movie in here, and from there it can either be background noise or we can just watch it.”
“Okay.” Jungkook answered forgetting to pick an option “ the second one”
Jin grabbed the remote from his bedside table and flipped on the TV. He scooted back until his back laid against the headboard and motioned for Jungkook to come closer.
Jungkook scooted until he sat in the spot between his legs so he could lay against him.
The movie once again played but Jungkook found he was once again unable to pay attention, especially now that he could feel his hyung rock hard against his back.
Jungkook was much less afraid of his own words now that he knew Jin wanted this, it put him far more at ease.
"Hyung, please touch me again." Jungkook whined.
"Take your pants off."
Jungkook effortlessly tugged his sweatpants down and off, deciding the shirt should come with it too.
Behind him, Jin was removing clothes as well but the youngest didn't turn around to look, it was only when they both settled back into place that Jungkook felt Jim's warm, long, bare cock behind him.
There was the sound of a cap popping, but Jungkook thought nothing of it until Jin's lubed hand wrapped around his length.
The youngest let out a little pleasured groan and let his head fall back onto Jin's chest.
"Remember, don't cum. You can only cum after hyung is done playing with you and using you."
Jungkook let out another whimper, locking his jaw to muster any amount of self control he could as Jin's slick hand glided and pumped away at his cock until it was almost unbearable.
"Hyung-I- I need- I have to..." Seokjin's hand once again came to a stop making Jungkook feel so desperate. "Please please, let me cum. It feels too sensitive right now, I'm so close."
"What are you going to do for me?"
Jungkook turned around to face the oldest. He looked at Jin's long cock that could probably reach places inside Jungkook that he didn't even want to think about it. If Jungkook thought about Jin's cock splitting him open one more time, he knew it would him cum.
The younger wrapped his hand around the foreign cock just like he would his own, before lowering his mouth just over Seokjin's leaking head. He hesitated a moment to look up at his hyung's anticipating haze before it faltered.
"You don't have to." Jin offered.
"I want to." The youngest replied before taking just the tip into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it experimentally to see the reaction he earned.
Jin let out a howl of a moan that fed Jungkook to sink his mouth down deeper and bob his head faster. Jin squirmed at the sensation of Jungkook going at his cock with his hand and mouth, unrelenting with his speed.
"Tell me I'm doing good hyung." Jungkook lifted his mouth from jin just for a second to ask.
"So good. Your mouth feels so good." He moaned. "Such a good boy."
Jungkook was elated with the praise. He sank his hyung's cock into his throat so far that it caused him to tear up, especially when his hyung began to hungrily thrust upwards.
Jungkook pulled off of him to catch his breath once more but continued to pump him with his hand. He was just about to lower his watering mouth back onto Jin's dick when he was stopped.
"So good for me. All fours, ass up."
Jungkook scrambled up the bed to listen to his hyung who was now positioning himself behind him but taking his time for some reason. Jungkook heard the bottle of lube once more, but he still wanted for what felt like forever.
"Hyung, p-" He willed himself to speak through his nerves but his concerned hyung interrupted.
"Do you want to stop?"
Jungkook felt Jin rub slick fingers over his hole, he sucked I'm a breath of anticipation as a response.
"No, please no. I wanted to say, hyung, please fuck me." His plead was listened to in a way. He felt Jin's fingers press into him, slowly entering him. It felt uncomfortable but Jungkook waited and it got better as he got deeper and deeper.
Suddenly a wave of pure pleasure washed over Jungkook as Jin's fingers worked a spot inside of him.
"Oh God hyung, oh my god." Jungkook muttered as he pushed his ass back further onto the fingers of the man behind him.
"So needy trying to fuck yourself on my fingers like that." Jin almost purred out. Despite being called out, Jungkook didn't stop. Every time he rocked his body back and forth, Jin's fingers sent him closer and closer to his high.
The only thing that made Jungkook slow down was the ache of Jin stretching him further open by adding a third finger, but once adjusted, Jungkook was back to rocking himself into near oblivion, a nonstop moaning mess.
"Please touch my cock hyung, o-or let me touch my cock?" Jungkook stuttered out as he looked down to his cock that was dripping onto the sheets.
"No you'll cum." Jin replied firmly.
Jungkook let out a groan and let his chest collapse onto the bed, but left his ass in the air for Jin to fuck with his fingers.
All he could do was shut his eyes, let out shaky moans and try to hold in what he knew was inevitable. Jungkook was already so fucked out of his mind that his legs shook from over stimulation.
"Hyung, hyung I can't take it anymore, fuck me. Fuck me until I cum, just please let me cum.” Jungkook was almost in tears with frustration.
“Kookie, I told you, you don’t cum until I cum.”
“What can I do to make you cum? I'll do anything. Will you let me make you cum? Will you let me take care of you hyung?” Jungkook said and winced as Jin slowly pulled out his fingers from inside of him.
Jin didn't reply, but he laid down on the bed, grabbed the lube and began stroking himself, making sure that his entire length was coated for Jungkook who got the point.
The younger straddled the older’s hips as the older lined himself up to Jungkook’s entrance.
“Only take what you can, don’t hurt yourself, okay?” Jin directed with care but Jungkook was already sinking down on Jin's cock with no regard, just wanting to feel the high of getting to cum.
Jungkook let out a strangled moan as he filled himself up and stretched himself more with Seokjin’s cock, which was almost entirely now inside of him.
Jin's large hands settled above the maknae's hips to help Jungkook steady himself, but the he man was already bouncing on Jin’s dick.
“Oh god Jungkook, so good for hyung. Taking my dick so well.”
Jungkook just continued to moan and whimper without a real response, his brain couldn't function well enough to make his mouth work.
“What do you want me to do to you after I fill you up with cum? Huh Kook?”
“My dick, I want to feel your lips around my dick, I want to feel your mouth. Oh god I want to cum so badly.” he muttered the only thing he had been able to think about since they started the movie.
“Ah Kook, ah I’m so close.” Jin warned so Jungkook sped up even though he felt like he was going to burst at any moment. He looked down at Jin, his pillowy lips parted and breathing heavily.
“Cum inside of me hyung, I want it so badly, I’ve wanted it all night. Fuck your cum deep inside of me.”
Jungkook dirty talk seemed to do the trick. Jin sank his fingers into Jungkook's flesh as he came with a loud moan, holding him down onto his erupting and twitching dick that was pumping his seed into Jungkook. The maknae was barely hanging on, anything could've pushed him over the edge in this moment as he watched Jin’s face contort in bliss. The youngest swore he was about to cum, his own cock leaking and running down the shaft like a melting ice cream cone.
Jungkook sucked in a breath through his teeth as he lifted himself off of Jin.
“Lay down, I’ll take care of you.” Jin quickly got up, letting the other man lay down in his place.
Jungkook watched as Seokjin wrapped a hand around his length and looked him right in the eye. His soft lips brushed against the head of his cock, kissing it softly. If Jungkook wanted to he could cum right then and there all over Jin's pretty face, but instead Jungkook gripped the sheets to brace himself for his reward.
Seokjin licked from base to tip and smirked as the youngest let out a shaky breath.
"I've teased you enough." Jin decided before taking Jungkook into his mouth.
The sight and feel was as glorious as Jungkook expected, Jin's mouth working him as he stared up at him with devilish eyes that would've knocked the breath right out of Kook if he wasn't already panting up a storm.
Jin worked fast with intent, no more playing and teasing, and it was working.
"I'm going to cum." It had been no time at all, merely seconds. As much as Jungkook wanted this scene to last and have it burned into his mind forever, his body wasn't going to let him.
Jin's only reply was a moan that reverberated through Jungkook's aching and leaking cock.
Jungkook's fingers gripped the sheets harder as he bucked into Jin's mouth.
"Fuck fuck fuck." Jungkook repeated over and over as his mind melted and mingled with the high that washed over him. He came deeply into Jin's throat. It was almost too much, too long he laid there just wreathing under his intense orgasm that he didn't want to end.
When it was over Jungkook felt so drained but he didn't miss the sight of Jin swallowing down his cum and wiping his flushed red lips on the back of his arm.
"Hyung." Jungkook panted "Remember when I asked-" He tried to catch his breath "if things would be different? Well I kind of want them to be diff-"
He was cut off by Jun crawling up his body and kissing him hard, the first kiss of the night shared between them.
"You do this every time and it's so sweet. You ask me to be yours every week even when you know you already are. The game is over, you don't have to but you still do." Jin's smile was wide.
"Just making sure you still like me." Jungkook whispered and closed the distance between their lips again. Their kiss interrupted by a loud beating on the door making Jungkook jump and grab the comforter in surprise.
“Would you guys please knock it off?! you do this every Saturday when Yoongi is in the studio and we’re all sick of it!” Jungkook pouted at Jin beside him at the sound of Hoseok’s voice on the other side of the door.
“What’s going on?” a sleepy Jimin was heard from the other side as well.
“Jin and kook are fucking again.” Hoseok huffed.
“Oh.” Jimin replied before yelling “You guys said you'd let me join next time! I’m mad!”
“Go away!” Jin yelled back to them and it seemed to work. He turned back to his partner "I swear he doesn't understand that this is a real relationship and he's not invited."
"We do pretend like we're not in one every Saturday just so we can have hookup sex." Jungkook pointed out.
"Do you not like pretending with me?" The oldest furrowed his eyebrows in concern as Jungkook settled into the bed and took Jin’s hand in his hand.
"I love it. I love how nothing will ever be boring with you, and I love you." Jungkook assured his boyfriend, meaning every bit of the words he's said at least a thousand times before.
⤷ 1.2k follower event request: Seokjin x Jungkook + "Did you purposefully eat garlic to annoy me?” + Humor
⤷ anon said: Jinkook + c15 + humor please
⤷ word count: 737 words
⤷ a/n: Just something short and sweet! I hope you like it! (Also - happy birthday JK!!)
Seokjin wrinkles his nose as Jeongguk collapses down on the couch next to him, the youngest letting his head rest against the back of the couch as he tries to regulate his breathing. Jeongguk’s sunkissed skin is glistening with sweat, and his long hair plastered to the sides of his face. He obviously did one of the more intense workouts on their program, but even the heavy smell of sweat can’t mask the scent Jeongguk is obviously trying to cover up.
Seokjin scoffs, his nose turning up in disgust as he scoots himself further down the couch, putting as much distance between himself and Jeongguk as possible. Jeongguk’s lips quirk as he watches him move out of the corner of his eye, trying his best to school is face back into exhaustion when Seokjin turns to watch him warily. Jeongguk makes a show of letting out a deep tired sigh as he pushes himself back up, making sure that it looks like his legs wobble before he promptly throws himself on top of Seokjin. Seokjin lets out a surprised oof as a body suddenly pushes him down against the plush couch, his book clattering to the floor as he reaches up to steady Jeongguk’s waist.
“Jeongguk, get off,” Seokjin groans. Jeongguk shakes his head with a laugh as he pushes his hands under Seokjin’s back, plastering himself against the his body. “No,” He grins, his nose scrunching up in a way that threatens to steal Seokjin’s breath away. “I’m very comfortable here,” He adds.
“Well I’m not, you’re not as tiny as you once were Guk,” Seokjin huffs. Jeongguk tilts his head, his voice teasing as he says, “You weren’t complaining about that yesterday hyung.” Seokjin sputters in response; the tip of his ears growing red under the younger’s heavy stare. It’s already been a year, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to get used to this – the fact that Jeongguk is his.
Jeongguk lets out a small giggle at the dumbfounded expression on his hyung’s face, and Seokjin once again wrinkles his nose in displeasure as Jeongguk’s breath fans over his skin. “Did you purposefully eat garlic to annoy me? You know I’m allergic!”
Jeongguk knows how much he hates the smell of garlic, how he can’t eat it –
His thoughts stutter as Jeongguk leans in closer, a blinding smile on his lips as he says, “Then hyung, this will be a kiss of death.” Seokjin’s hold around the tiny waist in his hands tightens as Jeongguk’s lips press against his, his eyes fluttering shut as he feels the soft fullness moving against his own. Jeongguk pulls back just as Seokjin tries to deepen it, the quick but firm kiss leaving Seokjin chasing after Jeongguk’s mouth for more.
Jeongguk has slipped his hands away from Seokjin’s back to rest them besides his head, effectively caging him in as he peers down at him. Seokjin can recognize that smug look anywhere – the one that Jeongguk gets whenever he has something Seokjin wants, and he’s going to make him work for it. Yesterday it was the last pack of ramen, today; it’s apparently Jeongguk’s lips. But, Seokjin knows how to crack that confidence clean in two. So he clears his throat, gives Jeongguk’s waist a squeeze and says, “Thank you Guk, death has never tasted so sweet.”
The effect is simultaneous – Jeongguk’s face crumbling in disbelief as he lets out a disappointed groan, trying to wriggle himself out of Seokjin’s hold despite the arms keeping him in place.
“Hyung, why–“ He sighs.
“This is your fault Guk, you set me up,” Seokjin snorts. “You know I can’t help myself when you make it so easy.” If there’s ever an opportunity for Seokjin to whip out a cheesy line or two, he doesn’t hesitate to take it. He supposes that why he fits so well with Jeongguk, considering the younger somehow always manages to find a way to annoy him with garlic.
Jeongguk shakes his head, half-annoyed and half-amused as Seokjin finally lets him climb off the couch. “Now go take a shower, you stink,” Seokjin slaps his thigh playfully as he scoops up his discarded book from the floor. Jeongguk rolls his eyes despite the smile on his face, another giggle falling from his lips as Seokjin yells, “And brush your teeth!”
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Summary; Jeon Jungkook has three questions for the Gods of crushes and one-sided love.
One, what are you supposed to do when your crush sees you like their younger brother?
Two, what are you supposed to do when your crush who sees you like their brother kisses you?
Three, what are you supposed to do when your crush who sees you like their brother is drunk when they kiss you?
“Is it ready yet?” the boy sitting at the kitchen table eagerly asked for the fifth time that day, his eyes sparkling with childlike impatience. Jin chuckled, taking a moment to ruffle Jungkook’s dark, licorice strands before slipping on a pair of powder pink oven mitts. To which Kookie respectfully cringed.
“Does it have to be pink?”
“It matches my hair.”
And with that Jin removed the baked treat from the oven, a wave of heat sweeping over the older boy. Closing the oven with a toss of his hip, he placed the tray on the counter behind the table, Kookie craning his neck to see the finished product.
“Can I have some now?”
Jin grinned, removing his mitts as he spoke over his shoulder;
“Not yet. Let it cool down first, then I’ll serve you a piece.”
Jin couldn’t see Jungkook, but he was 100% sure the boy was currently pouting.
After what felt like ten thousand years of waiting for the young boy, Jin finally grabbed a knife from the cupboard and cut the strawberry cheesecake poke cake into squares. He could hear the sound of whipped cream being sprayed, and see the older boy open a small container of fresh strawberries.
Strawberries were Jungkook’s favourite.
Turning around with a waiter’s practiced smile on his face, Jin set the decorative plate down in front of the boy, who gazed at the small cake with wonder.
“It’s beautiful…” he whispered, and the older boy took a seat as he stole a chuckle to himself. Jungkook was about to pick up the delicate fork accompanying the dish, but Jin stopped him, his smile somehow seeming more teasing than friendly…
Cutting a piece off with the side of the fork, Jin lifted the delicacy up and tilted his head to side, his pink-lemonade hair falling gently against his cheeks; “Say ‘ah’ Kookie.”
The dark haired boy blushed fiercely, outrage flickering across his shocked face.
“Wh-what’s with that! I’m not a child hyung!” he angrily complained.
“If you don’t, I’ll have to eat this cake all by myself~”
Kookie’s pout (along with the red on his cheeks) intensified, adverting his gaze from the pink haired menace. He didn’t say anything, but reluctantly opened his mouth for the older boy.
Grinning in triumph, Jin fed Kookie the slice of cake, marveling at the satisfied expression glazing his companion’s features, his attempt to hide it failing miserably.
“So, how is it?”
“Delicious~” Kookie hummed, happily taking another bite from the second slice offered to him.
“Ah, you have some whipped cream on your face.”
“Eh? Where?”
Just as Kookie was about to wipe his mouth with the edge of his sleeve, Jin’s lips were pressed against the corner of his mouth, his tongue darting out to lap up the soft, sugary substance. His lips captured Kookie’s in a deep, heated kiss, the younger boy writhing at the sudden pleasure. Finally releasing his lips, Jungkook gasped for air, his eyes flying to Jin’s for an answer.
Jin simply dragged his thumb over his bottom lip, before tasting the leftover flavour on his finger. Glancing up at the dumbfounded boy, he smiled again, imitating Junkook’s satisfied expression when he had a taste of the cake.
“It’s sweet.”
Jin wondered which was redder. The bright shade of the strawberries on the cake, or the furious blush that had settled over Kookie’s flushed cheeks. One thing was sure though…
