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Jimin has a habit of brushing Jungkook’s hair out of his face on stage. The fans brush it off as a stage act to make the crowd excited (it works). But the other members know that it’s just them, it’s just the way they are. The small gestures, the hugs, the snuggling, the laying on each other. That’s just how they are.
Jimin finds Jungkook sitting in the dark dining room, head in his hands, near two in the morning, “Jungkook? Is something wrong?”
Jungkook tenses and looks up slowly, “Jimin. Hey. I’m fine, just stressed about the new choreography. I can seem to get the last section on beat.”
“Were you up trying all night?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” Jungkook answers. Jimin sighs, pulling a chair up right beside him and reaching out to brush hair away from Jungkook’s eyes.
“Staying up late and practicing isn’t good, you need sleep to save energy,” he leaves his hand resting on his cheek, and Jungkook leans into it.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he tries again, quieter this time, resting his eyes.
Jimin stands and pulls at Jungkook’s arm, “Come on, we can share my bed,” the younger of the two looks up at him with a spark behind his eye and Jimin smiles, pulling him off the chair and to his room. Jimin sits on the edge of his bed, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist, pulling him down into his lap softly, nestling his face into the nape of the maknae’s neck, “I’m tired.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, I woke up on my own anyway. I’m glad I found you,” his breathing catches on and Jungkook’s matches it, “Tell me when you’re stressed like this again, from now on, okay? I’m always here for you.”
Jungkook leans his head back and tilts it slightly to rest their heads slotted against each other, sighing out a deep breath, “I know. Thank you, Jimin-sii,” he says the last syllable with an air of tease, and Jimin pokes him in the side while he yawns, “You should sleep.”
“Only if you do.”
“I’ll try,” Jungkook agrees, leaning back to press Jimin onto the mattress, the latter groaning when he pulls out of his grasp to rotate him before laying in the bed beside him and allowing Jimin to wrap himself up around him again. Jimin’s face is against Jungkook’s shoulder, their fronts pressed together. Jungkook rests his chin above the older mans head, while his fingers lace through his hair. The arms around his waist are comforting, and Jimin manages to kick the blanket over the two of them without moving.
“Goodnight, ‘kookie,” Jimin whispers.
“Goodnight, Jimin-sii.”