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Jungkook was exhausted, it had been the longest week of his life. Their comeback had finally arrived, Jungkook was sure it was going to be the death of them. His hyungs had been freaking out all week, Yoongi hadn’t left his studio for longer than an hour ever since he properly started working on the new tracks for their comeback.
Namjoon had been in a similar state, spending his time running back and from the dance practice room and his studio like he was on fire and the only way to calm the flames was to be productive; dancing until he almost collapsed and then rushing to the studio to crank out a few measly lines of lyrics or a melody that rushed to him at the most inconvenient moment.
Whenever Jungkook got a free moment to himself, he would just observe them.
He noticed how when his two hyungs would look to each other for help on songs, they would also look to the rest of the members for support. He noticed the little things, how Yoongi would ask Hoseok for help on lines he was unsure about. Hoseok would read the lines while Yoongi watched on with anxiety and a furrow between his brows, Hoseok would look away from Yoongi’s scrawled writing, stars in his eyes. Stars which no one else but Jungkook had the time to notice. Maybe even Yoongi didnt notice them, Jungkook wouldn’t know, he’s barely had time to speak to either of them this week. Only watch from the other side of the dance studio or when he delivered food to their studios from Seokjin’s orders.
Jungkook had missed seeing them at their dorm, he’s missed Yoongi’s quiet presence and his not quite so hidden smile when Hoseok and Taehyung are up to something mischievous during their short breaks at the dance studio.
When Yoongi shows his work to Hoseok, anxious heart in his throat, Sometimes Jungkook will see his hyungs make eye contact and a few simple words from Hoseok will put Yoongi’s panicked heart at peace, at least for the next few hours. Jungkook’s hyungs are not always perfect, he knows this, but it’s in these little moments that he sees the beauty of their friendship. He’s sees the connection between them, how even though he may be the youngest and the other members have years of experience above him, Jungkook loves them all for who they are. He loves how they come together as one family despite everything they’ve all been through.
Namjoon is in a similar state, he too is in constant panic mode about their comeback, however this comeback Namjoon has become hell bent on becoming a better dancer. Jungkook doesn’t know what’s changed or what became different in the older’s mind for this comeback but he sees his determination. He sees how he spends almost more time on dancing and at the dance studio with the other members than writing and producing songs which up until now had been his main job in Jungkook’s eyes. Jungkook thinks maybe this change in heart is to do with Seokjin. The youngest member is sure he overheard some sort of rivalry between them the other week. Something about whoever improves their dancing the most for this comeback will have some sort of reward? He isn’t sure. Jungkook has come to the conclusion that it’s best to just wait and see.
The other members have not been in much of a better state really. Taehyung has been pretty much completely M.I.A. Jungkook swears the only time he has seen him during the past week is when Taehyung wanted to ask Jungkook about his missing pair of socks. They were Gucci he said. Jungkook didn’t even know it was possible to buy Gucci socks...
Jungkook misses his hyungs.
But most of all, he misses Jimin.
Jungkook can’t say he’s seen Jimin much. It’s really starting to get on his nerves. He’s missed seeing the squishiest cheeks and adorable eye smile of the other member. He vows that whenever he next gets to see jimin at his own leisurely pace, he’s going to enjoy it to its full potential. No distracting members. No need to practice choreography or his lines of a song; just himself, enjoying the company of his favourite hyung. The only distraction been his softest thoughts about Jimin’s small hands and his soft smile.
Between the panicking at dance practice, each respective studio and back at the dorm, Jungkook has had almost zero time to himself. No time to relax, sit down and play games or watch TV (or think about Jimin’s smile). He was getting to his wits end.
And now, they had finally had their comeback, between rushing from music show to concert, Jungkook had barely had time to even sleep. Just a few more days... a few more days and then he can finally have a break. In a few more days he can finally go to the dorm with his other members, his family, they can sit around, eat good food (courtesy of Seokjin of course), and finally catch up on sleep.
Jungkook is looking forward to his bed, he can’t wait to just put his silkiest pair of pyjamas on and just sleep with the comfort of knowing that Jimin is asleep just feet away in his own bed. In the past week, Jungkook has become all too aware of Jimin. Between having no time to himself and struggling to get a decent nights sleep, Jungkook has noticed how wound-up his hyung has become, almost no time for laughing or smiling and has even refrained from jokes between the members. Jungkook has started to notice the bags developing under his hyung’s eyes. He’s noticed how whenever he finally gets time to sleep, Jimin is nowhere to be seen.
The 5 days pass by in a flash, each stage has come and gone, and now it’s finally time to relax.
Jungkook is in their waiting room at the last show of their comeback. They had just won for the fifth time that week and Jungkook is planning on getting home, back to their dorm with this post win high in tact. The youngest member knows that as soon as the excitement is gone, every single one of his hyungs as well as himself will be drained.
Yoongi was the first to go. Completely predictable. Jungkook can see him at the other side of the waiting room, fast asleep in Hoseok’s lap who looks like he’s ready to burst. His head is delicately resting on Hoseok’s thigh, both of his hands and knees curled up to his chest. Hoseok has placed one of his hands in Yoongi’s hair, his fingers absentmindedly running through the strands, his other hand on the opposite thigh to where Yoongi’s head is placed, his fingers are tapping away insistently, almost some sort of way to release the energy that’s brimming inside of him. Jungkook can tell even from the other side of the room that Hoseok is dying to get up and jump around with Tae and Jimin, and yet he stays there with Yoongi on his lap. Nothing but a smile on his face and warmth in his heart.
Jungkook looks up to where Tae and Jimin are standing, Jimin has the biggest smile on his face that Jungkook has seen all week. He can practically feel the warmth radiating off him and into his tired heart. Taehyung is jumping around, excitement over taking his features, Jungkook watches as the younger of the two throws his arms around Jimin’s middle and lifts him into the air with a little twirl for flair. For a moment, Jungkook supposes it’s quite a feat with Taehyung’s thin arms. And then the jealousy starts to set in. Jungkook sees as Jimin looks euphoric, arms in the air, his prettiest eye smile directed at Taehyung. Jungkook can’t help but wish he was in Taehyung’s place, his stronger arms around Jimin’s middle, maybe even place his hands under Jimin’s thick thighs while Jimin smiles at only him and laughs that twinkling sound.
Jungkook snaps out of his thoughts when Jimin’s face comes into view, his squishy hands and chubby fingers only a few inches from his face. A moment of panicking spreads over him, where the fuck had those thoughts come from? it’s been a long week, he really needs to put his mind back into check Jungkook supposes. Jungkook forgets those self berating thoughts as soon as he looks up from where he’s sitting on the white sofa in the deserted corner of the waiting room, Jimin is right in front of his face, smiling right at Jungkook’s face with a hand extended towards him.
“What is it hyung?” Jungkook is mildly confused. The car isn’t supposed to be ready to leave for at least another 10 minutes since the last time he checked.
“The car is here Jungkookie, come on already” Jimin whines at him. What does he mean the car is here? Jungkook is sure he heard the manager say it was going to be a while yet...
“Just take my hand already Jungkookie, we’ve already been waiting for 15 minutes, everyone will leave without us” Jimin says, a pout on his lips.
15 minutes? Surely he couldn’t have been day dreaming that long. This must be a joke right?
Nevertheless, Jungkook takes Jimin’s hand and Jimin struggles to pull Jungkook to his feet. The post concert high had started to wear off and Jungkook feels like his bones have become lead. Dread settling into his muscles.
The journey to their dorm is thankfully quick. The members falling asleep all over eachother on the way. Yoongi and Hoseok sit up front, Yoongi snuggled into Hoseok’s neck. From where Jungkook is sitting, it looks like Yoongi wanted to burrow into Hoseok’s chest during his sleep, the seat belt thankfully stopping him from the horror of Jungkook seeing his hyungs’ PDA. Jungkook can see that Hoseok has an arm wrapped around Yoongi’s shoulders, Yoongi’s arms carefully wrapped into the front of Hoseok’s coat and his face smushed into the side of Hoseok’s neck like he just wants to absorb all of his warmth. Jungkook hates to admit it but they’re absolutely adorable and he’s just a little bit jealous.
In the seats in front of him, Jungkook can see Taehyung in the middle seat, Namjoon to his right and Jin to his left. The three are practically morphed together at this point, arms and legs all tangled together, their heads leaning together in the middle.
Beside himself is Jimin. Jimin is sprawled across the seat next to his own, his head regrettably leaning against the car window. Jungkook can just see the cold seeping from the window into Jimin’s skin and he desperately wants to make Jimin happy and warm and comfortable. It hurts Jungkook to see his hyung sleeping like that, he just wants him to finally sleep in his own bed back at the dorm like Jungkook has been waiting for the past week. He silently wishes for the driver to hurry up and get them back to the dorm already.
When they finally arrive, the members are forced awake with a grudge, this doesn’t last long as soon as they realise where they are with the promise of their own warm comfortable beds to sleep in.
Jimin is still half asleep when he’s dragged out of the back of the car by his hand in Jungkook’s warmer one. Jimin looks so small and adorable, it hurts Jungkook’s heart so much that he can’t help but offer to piggy back him the rest of the way to bed.
As soon as he gets into their dorm, the other members disappear out of sight within seconds, throwing their shoes off at the door and forcing themselves the last few steps to their beds.
Jungkook tries to take a little longer with handling his own shoes, he carefully balances on one foot, Jimin still precariously placed on his back. The younger struggles to grab his shoe from his foot but in the end just decides to put Jimin down on the step near the front door. He proceeds to take his own shoes off as well as Jimin’s when the older makes no move to take them off himself.
Jungkook places the shoes neatly by the door and when he looks back he sees Jimin’s feet, in Jungkook’s eyes, they’re probably the most adorable things he’s ever seen. He’s wearing fluffy white socks and his feet just look so tiny that Jungkook almost squeals.
He looks up to see Jimin looking at him with half-lidded eyes.
“What are you doing? Just take me to bed already, I’m so tired” Jimin whines. With a roll of his eyes and a look at Jimin’s grabby hands, Jungkook pulls him up one last time to take him to their shared bedroom.
Jungkook throws him on his own bed, surely Jimin can put on his own pyjamas and get into bed right? Jungkook just wants to go to sleep already, it’s been such a long day and he is so tired. He turns away from Jimin and struggles to rip his skinny jeans from his legs. He feels like his legs have been strangled all day, the rough material cutting off any blood flow.
Jungkook is just too tired to even try to find some pyjamas to wear, he hasn’t had time to tidy their joint room in days, clothes lay all over the floor, the room looking like a complete mess. But that’s just a problem for another day. In just his t-shirt and boxers, Jungkook makes his way to their bathroom which is joint to their bedroom, like an ensuite but no where near as big as what they see in the fancy hotels they visit when on tour. He quickly brushes his teeth and makes his way to his bed. Jungkook Is planning on sleeping for at least the next 24 hours. He almost stops dead in his tracks when he notices Jimin standing near the foot of Jungkook’s own bed, wearing a pair of baggy cotton pyjamas that he looks like he stole from some sappy middle aged character out of a drama.
“Aren’t you going to sleep hyung?” Jungkook asks him, the concern lacing into his words. Jungkook just wants to sleep, why is Jimin stood there and not in his own bed?
Jimin pauses, “yeah... it’s just...” Jimin looks up at Jungkook, Jungkook can see a sort of sadness in his eyes. His lips set in a firm pout.
“Do you want to get in my bed?” Jungkook offers. Jungkook supposes the post concert sadness is finally settling in for Jimin, all of the members have experienced this at some point. When you’re just so happy and excited after a concert that when you finally come back down its like everything seems just a little less bright in comparison.
However, no matter how much Jungkook hates how he feels a while after a concert, he is almost giddy at the prospect of finally getting to sleep near Jimin again after craving it for so long. His bones almost ache with the need to hold his hyung in his arms.
“Yes please, I just don’t think I want to be alone right now” Jimin says.
“I’ve wanted to sleep in my own bed all week but it just doesn’t seen as appealing now...” Jimin trails off.
That’s all Jungkook needs to know really. He grabs Jimin’s wrist and pulls him over to the side of his bed, pulling up the edge of the cover.
“Just get in then hyung”
Jimin practically falls forward face first into Jungkook’s pile of pillows. Jungkook awkwardly slips into the bed after him.
Even though Jungkook loves sleeping in the same bed as Jimin, he can’t help but still feel awkward, ever since the first time it happened when they were still trainees and Jimin slipped into his bed one night while Jungkook was asleep. The boy was homesick and Jungkook did everything he could to make him feel better, whispering words of encouragement and creating their own little secrets and inside jokes all night. Jimin and Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh and feel proud at the confusion on the other members faces whenever they bust out one of their old inside jokes.
Jungkook loves sleeping in the same bed as Jimin but whenever Jimin burrows into his side or wraps his arms around Jungkook’s then smaller frame, Jungkook always feels embarrassed at the little flutter his heart does every single time without fail.
Jungkook is dragged out of his thoughts when Jimin turns in his bed to throw an arm over Jungkook’s waist. It’s been too long since Jimin slept in his bed Jungkook supposes. The bed no longer smells like Jimin’s Strawberry shampoo but now just like Jungkook’s own lame body wash . The weight of Jimin’s arm is comfortable across his waist and Jungkook wastes no time curling into Jimin’s body heat and soaking it up, throwing his own arm other Jimin’s waist as well. Chest to chest and the most comfortable both boys have been all week.
Jungkook lifts a leg and places it over the top of one of Jimin’s, hooking his foot around Jimin’s ankle to pull his leg between both of his own. Jungkook can feel with his feet that Jimin is still wearing the fluffy socks from earlier and he uses that to his own advantage of warming up his own cold feet. Jimin huffs at this, the cold of Jungkook’s feet soaking through the socks to Jimin’s own. Even in the darkness, Jungkook can still see that Jimin is smiling, his hyung doesn’t truly mind.
“Goodnight Jimin” Jungkook is content for the first time in a while, wrapped up in his hyung's warmth and the smell of his hair and feel of his soft body against his own exhausted one. Jungkook feels like he could lay like this for the rest of his life. He wants to stay in this moment forever.
“Goodnight Jungkook” comes Jimin’s muffled reply.