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Jungkook walks past Yoongi's bedroom door, finger pressing over the button on his dark phone to light up the home screen only to huff at the time
"Hyung's still not home" he rambles softly to himself before walking past once more, freezing, head turning to allow his gaze to linger on the door of the empty room. Arm reaching out without his knowledge until his warm flesh, meets with the crisp cold of the metal door knob. His two large front teeth bite down unto his pink lips, and then he's inside, fingertips trailing the neatly made bed. His heart hammering away as if he's in the midst of being a naughty pubescent boy in the middle of the night, when in fact no one would actually blink an eye to his presence in his hyung's bedroom, maybe raise a brow.
The mantra in his head on repeat to full him into believing he's only looking for the extra blanket Yoongi has for the winter because spring is here but a relapse happened this night and it's unchararistically cold. The closest is open and his eyes can't help but flit from clothing to clothing hanging up rather than the top shelf where his excuse is being stored. Fingers touch once more without his permission let alone Yoongi's permission and a wave crashes through his stomach of discomfort, a sigh that sounds awfully like loneliness and I-miss-you's.
It's not surprising really that a familiar plaid shirt he had said "That looks good on you hyung" is sliding off a hanger and onto his body. No surprise that he's taken a step into the closet crouched down until he's sitting, leaning his head back against the wall while the smell of his hyungs wafts over him, embraces him in the form of soft yellow, black and white fabric against his skin. Eyes closing as he welcomes the darkness he hadn't bothered to interrupt upon first breaking into this room, like a thief.
A poor thief... A sad thief that loses himself in the comfort of his hyungs warm embrace, breath rising and falling out of him in the pattern of sleep. His hyung's quiet voice entering his slumber,
"Jungkook-ah... Baby.. "
A gentle smile spreading across his face at the words and burrows deeper into the warmth that licked at his skin and he wouldn't recognize until the morning after that someone had carried him from the closet to tuck him in his bed, leaving him with the one scent that always kept him serene, the scent of... Home.