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“Aish Tae!!” Jungkook yelled in laughter.
“Sorry Kookie,” Taehyung said with a smirk on his face.
It was currently 4:16 pm and the BTS members were done for the day. Seokjin and Hoseok had gone out grocery shopping because the members barely had anything in their fridge. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook were playing some new video game. And Yoongi and Namjoon, well, they were doing something too… probably listening to music. Everything going pretty peacefully. The schedule for the boys had been packed all week so they all needed to just relax a little bit.
“Don’t worry Kookie! I’ll revenge you!” the red-haired boy led out as he desperately tried to kill his chingu in the game. It didn’t work, and he let out a yell in frustration
“I’m so bad at this, I’ll never be as good as you two,” he complained and pouted.
“Don’t say that Chimchim! You’re still learning,” Tae comforted “let’s play one more round!”
“Tae is right!” Jungkook agreed “you guys can just continue playing, I will just go to the toilet real’ quick,” he said and disappeared out of the room. After doing his business at the toilet, the maknae went to get a drink in the kitchen. And there he stood for a moment thinking about, whether to get soda or water. He quickly decided to go with water since there wasn’t much soda left and it had basically been him who had taken it all, so for once he would be the kind one who let the others have some.
On his way back to the room he clumsily managed to trip over literally nothing and fell. On his way down, he hit the side of his face on the chest of drawers they had standing. The glass he had in his hand flew across the room and shattered leaving the floor wet by the water. Jungkook himself landed on the floor with a thump, and a little, surprised moan came out between his lips. It took the young boy a moment to process what had just happened. Then the held a hand up to the left side of his face. Ouch. That really hurt. And it was defiantly going to leave a nasty bruise that was going to annoy the makeup-noonas a lot. He looked over at the shattered glass on the floor just a bit ahead of him. He should probably clean it up before he would get in trouble.
“You okay?! I heard a loud noise,” the leader poked out his head from the doorway.
“Yeah, I’m fine Hyung. I just tripped and hit my cheek on the chest of drawers.” The younger boy said, trying to ease the concern. “And I accidentally dropped a glass… It broke…” He looked down in guilt. “I-I didn’t mean to… It was just an accident” he let out in defense, thinking that he might get scolded for it. Jungkook attempted to get up when he felt liquid under his hand.
“shit! Buddy, you’re bleeding!” the rapper let out in worry when seeing blood running down his dongsaeng cheek from beneath his hand. “Did you cut yourself on the glass?” Namjoon crouched down beside the maknae to take a better look at his injury. It was a cut beside his eye stretching down to his cheekbone. It wasn’t big. But he wouldn’t call it small either. He had managed to keep it mostly out of his face and mostly on the side, which was great because that meant it wouldn’t be that noticeable when it had healed.
Jungkook thought about it a little bit, being slightly distracted by the blood on his hand. “N-no... I think it’s from hitting the drawer...” He replied “The corner is quite sharp… Do you think you can you get me a bandage, Hyung?” he asked looking innocent at his elder. It didn’t really hurt anymore. In fact, it felt kind of numb around the area.
“Hmm... Kookie,” Namjoon gave a wry smile in concern. “I’m sorry, but I think that needs a little more than a bandage.”
Jungkook felt his heart skip a beat “Wha-what do you mean?”
Namjoon put a hand on his back and rubbed it gently to comfort. “It’s a really deep cut you’ve gotten yourself there… I think it will need stitches” he said in his calm yet serious voice.
Fuck. Jungkook didn’t like the sound of that. It’s not like he was scared of the doctor or anything… But needles. Needles wasn’t his thing. He remembers crying as a kid when they had to get flu shots. Not his proudest moments. It’s a bit different nowadays. He didn’t cry anymore. But the fear of needles was indeed still big. Maybe not big enough for him to freak out and panic, but definitely big enough to him feeling uncomfortable with just thinking about a needle sewing his cheek together.
“YOONGI-HYUNG!” Namjoon yelled.
Jungkook flinched in surprise by the older boy suddenly yelling. Blood was still running down his cheeks and neck, probably making it look way worse than it was.
“What’s wro- oh fuck.” Yoongi left the room again but came back within seconds with some paper towels on his hand. “What the hell happened here!?” He rushed down beside the two and pressed the paper against Jungkook’s wound, making him whimper softly. “Sorry,” The blonde man sympathized.
“Hyung! It’s really not that bad, I just need a bandage,” the young boy looked at Namjoon and protested, having not even seen the injury yet.
“He tripped and got cut on the sharp corner of the chest of drawers,” Namjoon said, completely ignoring Jungkook’s protest. “Isn’t it pretty deep? Don’t you think it is going to need stitches? Can you drive us to the ER? Should we text Jin-hyung?” He bombarded with questions, slowly starting to panic by the amount of blood coming out of his dongsaeng’s face.
“Namjoon, calm down,”
“I am calm,”
“Then act like it,” Yoongi snapped.
The younger rapper tried not to get too offended by that. He was certain that Yoongi was at least just as worried as himself.
Jungkook just sat there, Still kinda in shock over the whole event. He looked a bit terrified on his hyungs.
Yoongi sighed. “Namjoon is right, kiddo. That’s gonna need at least a few stitches,” He gave the maknae a serious look. Signaling that this was not up for discussion whether he liked it or not.
Not knowing what to say, Jungkook just nodded, he didn’t trust his voice. He Knew that it wouldn’t be bad to get stitches and he Knew that it was going to be okay. He just didn’t feel good about, and he would try his best to hide it and not let his hyungs know how he feels. If there’s anything he hates, it’s showing weakness in front of his hyungs.
“Joonie, go tell Jimin and Tae what’s going on. I’ll-“ He glanced at Jungkook who was covered in blood, down his cheek, neck and his hand. He looked like someone straight out of a horror movie. “I’ll go clean him up,” he continued “come with me Kookie,”
xxx
Namjoon slowly opened the door to the room where the two 95’liner were loudly playing video games. The mood was cheerful, and the rapper could hear both of them laughing to the game, having fun. They must not have heard a thing from outside the room.
“Yo, Jungkookie! You really took your sweet time” Jimin said, then looked back to see that it was not the maknae but their leader who had entered the room. “Huh? Oh, Hyung! I’m sorry, we expected Jungkook. He left a little while ago to go to the bathroom,”
“Is he still out there? He must have an upset stomach,” Taehyung concluded.
Namjoon sat there for a little bit, thinking about how to tell them that they were going to the hospital with Jungkook. But no matter what words he used he couldn’t get it to sound right in his head. Whatever. He should just tell them straight.
“That’s actually why I came… He tripped, and cut his cheek… Yoongi-hyung and I are going to take him to the ER for stitches,”
“...What?” Jimin asked, “Are you for real?” Both Jimin’s and Taehyung’s eyes widened, and the mood in the room got quiet and uncomfortable.
“Yeah...” The oldest of the tree looked down sighing quietly. “But don’t worry,” he forced a smile. “He’s going to be alright. I promise. It’s just a few stitches,” He comforted.
“I’ll go with you then!” Jimin said.
“Me too,” Taehyung agreed.
“No, I’m sorry but that’s not gonna happen. The fewer people the better. You know how Jungkook gets. I would have taken him by myself, but I need Yoongi-hyung to drive.”
“But- but that’s not fair,”
“I know it’s not, TaeTae… But this is how it’s gonna be, Okay?” Namjoon said, gently squeezing Taehyung’s shoulder. “I need you guys to do us a favor. Kookie dropped a glass with water on the floor when he tripped. Could one of you clean it up for him, please?”
“yes, of course,” Jimin pouted, clearly upset about not being allowed to come with them to the hospital.
“Thank you, guys,” Namjoon stood up and walked towards the door. “Oh! And please tell Hoseok and Jinnie-hyung about what has happened when they get home. I’ll make sure to keep you updated.” He promised and disappeared out of the door.
When he came out to Yoongi and their injured maknae, Jungkook was no longer covered in blood. His injury was covered with a cotton pad, held in place by his hand. The older rapper had done a great job cleaning him up. Although he was looking rather pale for Namjoon’s liking. So he went to the fridge and grabbed Capri Sonne then handed it to Jungkook. “Here, drink this, buddy,”
“Are we ready to go?” The leader asked and looked at his fellow bandmates.
“Yup,” Yoongi replied, taking on a jacket. Jungkook just nodded.
The three of them went to the car and drove away to the hospital. On the way, Namjoon decided to call manager Sejin to tell him what had happened. It was a promise the boy group had made with the company. If anyone got sick or injured, even if there were no schedules, they still had to contact at least one of the managers and inform them, so they knew about it.
“Yes,” … “Nah, you don’t need to. I think we can manage by ourselves,” … “Yeah,” … “No, he isn’t, he is being tough,” … “Okay, I’ll call you later when we’re home,” … “Yeah, bye,” The leader hung up the phone with the manager
Namjoon looked over at Jungkook. Yoongi was driving and Namjoon had chosen to sit in the back seat together with Jungkook, just in case something happened, and he needed help. But right now, he was just looking out the window at all the cars, shops, buildings, the people walking, everything they were driving by. The rapper was a bit concerned, (of course, he was. They were on their way to the freaking hospital with their 17-year-old maknae!) Jungkook didn’t look quite himself. Somehow, he was just different. Different in a way Namjoon couldn’t pinpoint.
“You alright, Jungkook-ah?” Namjoon asked as he put a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder to get his attention.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” He replied shakenly. It wasn’t entirely the truth, but it wasn’t really a lie either. In his entire time as a trainee and an idol, the maknae had never been sick or injured before. Sure, he had had colds and sore throats. And yes, there was that one time where he had eaten something bad and threw up. But nothing had been serious enough for them to go to the Hospital. Jungkook was a strong and healthy boy, and showing weakness was a defeat. For some weird reason, he wished his mom was there. Or his dad. It’s not that he didn’t trust his Hyungs, he really does. But in situations like this, he would almost rather go alone. The closer they got to the hospital the harder it became to hide his nervousness.
“It’s alright if you’re not feeling okay about getting stitches, Kookie. We can understand how it might feel. But we’re gonna be right there beside you, okay buddy? Before you know it, it will be all done,” Namjoon stepped his personal boundaries to say that and comfort Jungkook. It was clear by how his reaction at the dorm and how he quite he currently was, that he was scared.
“Hyung. I told you, I’m fine!” he humpfed a little annoyed. This was exactly what Jungkook didn’t want to happen. God, he hated being babied. He hated it so much. Why couldn’t they just be chill and not say anything? Jungkook knew he could handle it. They just needed to shut the fuck up not baby him. It made him feel even weaker and embarrassed.
xxx
“We’re here,” Yoongi announced, and went out of the car together with his two fellow bandmates and went inside the ER where they had to fill out some papers. Jungkook was still pressing the cotton pad towards his wound. He hated the antiseptic smell of the hospital or whatever it was. It made him feel bad. A little girl was sitting on her mom’s lap, holding a stuffed bunny. She was crying. Jungkook didn’t know why, but he assumed that it was from an injury or because she was scared, but it made him feel uncomfortable.
After what felt like forever, a nurse came to show them to a room and assured them that the doctor would come shortly. Jungkook jumped up to sit on the examination couch and Yoongi and Namjoon seated themselves in two chairs beside it.
Jungkook felt restless. He didn’t want to be there. He didn’t want to have stitches. He didn’t want to show weakness towards his hyungs. God, he wished he could turn back time. Yoongi and Namjoon where discussing something about personal info at hospitals, Jungkook didn’t listen. He swung his legs back and forth due to boredom and nervousness. He looked around in the room and some of the tools that were laying in the table. A stethoscope, and other tools that he didn’t know the names of.
Jungkook’s thoughts and his hyung’s conversation got interrupted by the doctor entering the room. It was a tall, handsome man that reminded Jungkook a bit of their manager. “Good afternoon, Jungkook. My name is Doctor Yoon and I’m the one who’s going to be treating you today.”
The boys greeted the doctor back. His voice was warm and cheerful, which made Jungkook loosen up a bit in his tense body. “Alright, Kiddo. Let’s take a look, shall we,” Doctor Yoon spoke, removing the maknae’s hand and the cotton pad. “Don’t worry I won’t do anything yet, I’m only going to examine it a bit,” He reassured and smiled.
The cut wasn’t bleeding much anymore, and on one end the area it had started to bruise. Doctor Yoon gently pressed the wound together with his fingers.
“Yes, this will come together nicely,” He promised, “Now tell me, how did you get hurt?” He guided Jungkook’s hand to put the cotton pad back over the wound.
“He tripped and hit his head on the corner of a chest of drawers we have at our dorm. It must apparently be pretty sharp,” Namjoon replied before Jungkook even got the chance to, which led Jungkook to give him a judgy look.
Doctor Yoon nodded, “Okay, Jungkook. I’m gonna do some tests on you. It’s protocol. We have to do it when someone has hit their head,” the doctor announced and pulled a medical penlight out of his chest pocket in his doctor coat
“O-okay, sir” Jungkook replied nervously, still just sitting on the examination couch.
Next, the doctor was shining light into Jungkook’s eyes. “Mhm,” he mumbled concentrated. “Now try to follow the light with just your eyes.” He then requested
The singer did as he was told, but his mind was off. What if he didn’t do it good enough, what if something was wrong, what if he had to stay at the hospital, what if-
“Okay, that looks all good.” Doctor Yoon announced and turned off his penlight. Phew
“Have you felt any nausea?” He continued
“No, Sir. Not at all,”
“Do you remember the accident, and what you were doing before the accident?
“Yes, Sir, I went to get something to drink,”
“do you remember what you got for dinner yesterday?”
“I-I don’t think we ate dinner yesterday,”
The doctor looked at Namjoon and Yoongi for confirmation.
“Our schedule was really packed yesterday so we ate a late lunch and didn’t get dinner” Namjoon pointed out.
“Alrighty, that went just fine. There’s no sign of a concussion.” Yoon announced. The hyungs sighed in relief. “Now we just have to get you stitched back together and you’ll be able to go home,” he chipped, but then saw Jungkook’s sad expression. “The way we’ll do it is that I’ll numb you, so you won’t feel a thing” He smiled, but it didn’t make the singer feel any better. Damn. He really had to get stitches… He had hoped that he would get told that he didn’t and that his hyungs just were overreacting. But no. He really had to. It was really happening. He could feel his stomach turn by the thought of it. He didn’t even know why he was so scared. He had legit been cut, a sharp corner cutting his cheek open. Yet, he feared a tiny needle that probably wasn’t going to hurt even half as much as the cut itself had. Gosh… it was so stupid. Yet he couldn’t do anything to stop the feeling.
“If you can lie down for me, then we’ll begin” the doctor proposed and turned around to get the Syringe ready with the numbing mass for Jungkook.
“Will it hurt?” Jungkook asked quiet and shaky as he laid down on the examination couch but instantly regretted it. He didn’t think. The words had just subconsciously left his mouth.
The two rappers who was sitting on the chairs right beside him looked a bit shocked. Neither of them would have thought that Jungkook actually would ask that, but also a bit relieved that he was finally opening up about being nervous.
The doctor looked at him and smiled comfortingly. “It won’t hurt bad, but I won’t lie to you. It is a shot. And it is going to sting and burn a little bit… It will only be for a short moment though, I promise.”
The maknae didn’t seem satisfied with that answer. Namjoon put a hand on his thigh to calm him down.
“Jungkook-ah, don’t worry we won’t tell the others if you cry,” Yoongi said Jokingly in an attempt to lighten up the mood a bit. Jungkook didn’t take it as a joke, he really just wanted cry and scream and do everything he could to avoid it.
Then Doctor Yoon turned around and Jungkook saw the needle in his hands and whimpered in shock. Jesus fucking Christ. That was a big needle. Way bigger than he had imagined. He felt his heart pounding at a rapid speed. He had chills all the way down to his feet. This REALLY sucked. He felt Namjoon’s hand on his thigh squeeze a bit and rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.
It was painful for Yoongi to watch his dongsaeng being panicked. He really wished the cut had been somewhere else, like his arm or his foot so he could tell Jungkook to look at him while he got the shots, but no no no it had to be in his face. “Just close your eyes buddy and it will be over soon.” It was the only thing he could think of for Jungkook not to see the shots coming.
“Actually,” The doctor interrupted the moment. “Do you see the red X above you in the ceiling?” They all looked up, and just as told, there was an X painted with a vibrant red color, “You see, if you have closed eyes you are very likely to squeeze them together and that will be a bit inconvenient for me, considering the placement of your cut. I would much rather if you could try and focus on the X, and I would like you to squeeze your hyung’s hand of it hurt,” he looked at Yoongi who nodded and without hesitation grabbed the youngers hand surprisingly for Jungkook, he knew his hyung never liked skinship much.
Jungkook tried his best to relax. He really did, but it was difficult. Really difficult, actually. Way more than it should be. Yoongi’s hand felt warm and gentle in his. He didn’t want to look at them, so he just stared at the X in the ceiling like told, but he knew that both of them was looking at him. He could feel it.
“Okay, Jungkook. Just take a deep breath for me,” Doctor Yoon coached and put a hand on his chin to keep him from moving.
“Nng..!” Jungkook whined as the needle went through his slightly bruised skin and he subconsciously squeezed Yoongi’s hand. After the pinch, he didn’t feel much. Then it started to burn as the medication got injected into his skin. The doctor pulled out the needle and injected it again at a different place around the cut. “…ahg..” he moaned and bent the leg that Namjoon didn’t have is hand on a bit. He could see the syringe in the corner of his eyes, even though he was staring at the ceiling. His eyes were glassy, and he tried hard not to let tears run down his cheeks.
Yoongi put his free hand on Jungkook’s upper arm and rubbed it soothing, to easy his tense body and make him relax. “You’re doing great buddy! It’s almost done, just keep taking deep breaths,” he encouraged.
Jungkook tried to take deep stable breaths, he really did. But his exhales came out shakingly. This was so embarrassing, he just wanted it to end.
“Mhm, just one more poke and I’m done” The doctor added.
Almost done. Almost done. Almost done. Just endure it for a little longer, Jungkook kept saying to himself in his head. He wasn’t sure if he could keep up with it much longer.
“that’s it!” the doctor pulled out the needle. “That was the worst part, I promise. Now we just need to let the medicine work for 5-10 minutes and I’ll get back and we’ll get you stitched back together” He smiled and went out the door.
Jungkook sighed in relief and loosened his death grip around Yoongi’s hand, although Yoongi didn’t let go. “Did it hurt, buddy?” he asked in an attempt to make the maknae talk a bit about.
“…Mm,” Jungkook nodded and looked embarrassed. The thing Jungkook feared the most had happened, he had looked weak in front of his hyungs. “I’m sorry” he apologized.
“What? What are you sorry about?!” Namjoon blurted out confused.
“Acting like a child… Being scared of a stupid needle.” Jungkook pouted upset at himself. Why did he have to be so scared, and why needles. He was barely afraid of anything so why did it have to be needles.
“No buddy, what do you mean? you did really good.” Yoongi comforted
“Yoongi is right, you did exactly what you were told to. Being scared is not a taboo” Namjoon looked Jungkook serious in the eyes. “If you had made a scene and refused to cooperate, then I might have called you out for behaving childishly. But that wasn’t what happened. You were really mature, you didn’t say anything to it… I’m not even sure I could have kept such a straight face when getting that many shots. Really you should be proud of yourself, there’s nothing to be sorry about. At all.” Namjoon said seriously in an attempt to cheer up Jungkook. But he wasn’t lying, he was incredibly proud of his dongsaeng for being so brave when he was scared, it hurt him to see him being so hard on himself.
Jungkook acknowledges what Namjoon told him but still looked down in shame. Yoongi changed the subject and started to talk about a funny moment he had had with Jin and Taehyung the day before. And Jungkook started to cheer up slightly.
Namjoon had totally forgotten about giving updates to the others, heck, to be honest, he had completely forgotten his phone even excised. He pulled it out of his pocket to check but was surprised by the small number of notifications. As a leader and just an idol in general, Namjoon always got a lot of messages and emails. But only one of the members had contacted him.
[5:10 pm, from Hoseok] - ‘Hey, I hear that our baby boy had to go to the hospital?! How is he doing?’
Namjoon smirked a bit by the message
[5:23 pm, to Hoseok] - ‘Hey Hobi, our baby boy is being a big tough boy today :) Tell the others that it won’t be long before we come home’
He secretly took a picture of Yoongi and Jungkook without any of them noticing and sent it to his fellow 94’liner together with the message. Yoongi was still holding Jungkook’s hand, and even though the maknae was smiling over the story that his hyung was telling, you could still sense the fear and concern in his eyes.
After a few minutes, Doctor Yoon came back in and greeted the boys again, then found a stitching kit to finish off the work. “It’s gone completely numb by now, right?” he asked still smiling and cheerful and put pressure around the wound.
“Yeah, I can’t feel anything in around that area.”
“Great, that means it’s working” He sat down beside the teenager “just relax and take deep breaths, just like before. It’s not going to hurt anymore” He promised when he saw the still slightly concerned look on his face. It was obvious to anyone that he was still uncomfortable.
The following went without much drama. Jungkook stayed very calm the entire time but Yoongi still held his hand and both him and Namjoon murmured encouraging words to him. Approximately 10-15 minutes later they were on their way out after Jungkook got stitched together and the doctor told them how he should take care of his stitches, as well as giving them a folder with the information.
Namjoon got into the car as well as the others and fastened his seatbelt, he was again sitting in the back seat together with their youngest. “Anything you want on the way home? Something to drink? Ice cream?” he asked.
“Stop babying me hyung, I’m 17,” He snapped back annoyed. “Besides, it’s late. I’m sure Jin-hyung is making dinner.”
“How about we buy a cake for later and use Jungkook getting stitches as an excuse?” Yoongi smirked.
“Great Idea, hyung! What do you say, Jungkook-ah? Doesn’t cake sound good?” The younger rapper looked almost begging at Jungkook.
The singer sighed. “Fine then.” but he couldn’t help but smile at his hyungs eager attempt to get cake.
xxx
After a quick stop to buy the cake, the trio arrived at the dorm. Namjoon opened the door and before they were even able to announce that they were home, they were immediately greeted with Seokjin.
“Aigoo, Jungkookie. Let me see your scar, did, it hurt?!” He looked concerned and cupped his Dongsaeng’s chin to take a better look
“Eh… A little bit” he said quietly.
“Oh really? Did you cry?” Jimin, who had now entered the room together with Hoseok and Taehyung, asked.
“Nope,” Namjoon answered for Jungkook. “He did so well! He’s a much tougher kid than we think.” He grinned and swung his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder.
“O! What’s that?” Taehyung pointed at the box that Yoongi was holding.
“We promised Kookie that we would buy a cake for after dinner if he did good,” Namjoon lied and all three of them smirked.
“Ah, nice job Jungkook-ah” Hoseok cheered, “you got us cake!”
“You’re really lucky, Kookie,” Taehyung said, and the rest of them looked confused at him. Jungkook certainly didn’t feel very lucky, having to go with two of his respected hyungs to the hospital because he tripped over his own stupid feet. It was safe to say that it wasn’t the best day of his life. “The cut is barely over a centimeter away from his eyes” Tae continued. “Imagine if you had hit your eye on the corner” He looked at the others who looked terrified. Jungkook did not want to imagine that. He got chills just by thinking about it.
“Tae, don’t say stuff like that,” Yoongi said disgusted.
“Haha, sorry.” he laughed it off.
“Guys…?” Jungkook looked down ashamed.
“What’s up Jungkook?” Hoseok looked concerned at the maknae who suddenly looked embarrassed. “Anything wrong?”
“I… I’m really sorry about the glass,” Jungkook apologized. “I promise it won’t happen again…” he continued to look down, He was younger than his bandmates by several years. Now not only had he had to go to the hospital, but he had also broken a glass and made the others have to clean up for his mess for him. He hated being a bother for his members, and he wanted to be responsible and mature.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Yoongi questioned.
“It’s just a glass buddy, it’s nothing special,” Jin added
“Yeah, we’re just happy you didn’t get more hurt than you did,” Jimin punched his shoulder lightly and smiled.
“Really...?” Jungkook looked up at his hyungs with big puppy eyes
“Yes, really,” Hoseok assured and put a comforting hand on Jungkook’s back. “We can always get a new glass, but we can’t get a new Kookie.”
Namjoon gently pulled Seokjin a bit away from the group, “I think he’s a bit tired, it has been a really exhausting and stressful day for him.
“You’re probably right,” Jin agreed. “Hoseok showed me the picture from the hospital. He was scared, wasn’t he? He looked at the leader
“He was. But he didn’t complain a single time, he did just as he was told. I’m so proud of him”
“Ah, of course! He’s our golden Maknae after all.”
The oldest turned back to the others who were still talking, “Jungkook-ah, why don’t you go rest a bit. The dinner will be done shortly” He said.
The rest of the night went with a lot of laughter and loud mood as usual, after dinner they ate the cake that Jungkook, Namjoon, and Yoongi had picked out and they all went to rest and do their own stuff just like any other night.