I have a word! Tender for sugakookie. If that's taken, then I want Silent. And if that's taken then I pick Doll :)
“Okay we’re taking a break,” Yoongi says. He puts the camera down and sighs as he moves toward Jungkook.
“I’m fine,” Jungkook says through gritted teeth. It’s his I’m not actually fine but please treat me like a cat and ignore this problem tone. Yoongi never listens. “Don’t.”
“Shh, shut up, move your hand.” Yoongi pushes Jungkook’s hand out of the way, takes a peek at the area of Jungkook’s side, near his back, that he’d been holding on to.
They’ve been doing these investigations for nearly two years now. Two years without incident, or at least nothing stronger than the occasional touch to the back of the neck. Never in all this time had either of them been actually, seriously hurt.
Except now, as Yoongi watches, the skin of Jungkook’s side starts to bruise and discolor. It looks gross. It looks painful.
Yoongi frowns and touches the bruise, which sends Jungkook jerking away from his fingertips so fast Jungkook winds up hurting himself more, sucking air through his teeth before groaning.
“Don’t,” Jungkook says quietly. Yoongi reaches toward the tender skin and watches Jungkook shirk away.
“Hello?” The crackle of the walkie-talkie has them both spooked, jumping a little before calming down enough to register that it’s just Seokjin. “Everything okay? The camera went dark.”
“Everything’s fine,” Jungkook says loudly. The look he gives stops Yoongi from refuting, but not from giving Jungkook a glare that he hopes is visible in the near-blackness.
“Okay…” Seokjin sounds skeptical. Or convinced the cameras are off for makeout reasons just because of that one time… “Well. Downstairs cameras are still rolling, audio’s still live, so…I’m just gonna go ahead and kill your mics and you two…do whatever.”
“Yeah.” Yoongi puts the walkie-talkie down and sets a firm gaze on Jungkook, sitting in a chair and leaned forward with his head tucked between his knees. “Jungkook. We need to just leave.”
“I’m fine.” He’s in pain. His voice is strained and Yoongi’s pretty sure he’s trying not to cry. Yoongi sighs and sits but lets it go at that.
Every few seconds, the silence around them is disrupted by a quiet sniffle, and Yoongi tries really really hard to ignore it and not push Jungkook to just quit. He sighs, reaches over to Jungkook to give his thigh a few reassuring strokes.
“I’m gonna have to tell Tae you got your ass kicked by a doll,” Yoongi comments. “He’s never gonna let you live that down. I mean a doll, Kook–”
“Shut up,” Jungkook laughs some before sniffling again. “Okay…We should keep going. I don’t want to sit in here with that doll anymore.”
Yoongi glances to the bed on the other side of the room, to the porcelain doll propped against pillows. He swears those little glass eyes are watching him.
“Yeah…Yeah let’s just call Jin.” Yoongi stands, holds his hands out to Jungkook as he positions himself in front. “Sure you wanna keep going? That bruise looked pretty bad.”
From behind him, the bed creaks as if someone sat down on it. He watches Jungkook peer around him, watches Jungkook’s eyes widen. The distinct sound of porcelain clicking together, of the doll being jostled around, fills the air.
“You know, on second thought, I think we can just wrap up now,” Jungkook mutters before taking Yoongi’s hands.
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