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Seokjin
Jin stirs when the mattress dips, groaning softly at the added weight. He can feel the arms tightening around his waist, dragging him back into a warm, broad chest.
"Jungkook."
Jungkook tenses when Jin mumbles his name. It's not as if they haven't been in this situation before. It's just that Jungkook is still nervous and unsure every single time he climbs into Jin's bunk. He relaxes slightly when Jin wriggles around to face him.
His eyes are drowsy with sleep and his skin is slightly flushed from the central heating. Jungkook shifts his eyes down to Jin's collar, drinking in the way the white t-shirt just slips off of his shoulder. If he were himself, he would've called it cute with a toothy smile across his face.
Jin sighs, sliding his fingers through Jungkook's hair. It's damp at the roots. Jungkook had another nightmare. He shuffles to the side, making room for Jungkook to crawl under the covers with him.
Jungkook hesitates for a moment before sliding in beside Jin, subjecting himself to roasting slowly under the heated blanket. Jin pulls his head to his chest, humming under his breath.
Gradually, Jungkook drifts between unconsciousness and awareness.
He hardly feels when Jin sweeps his bangs back to press a kiss against his clammy forehead.
He doesn't even remember when he fisted his hands in Jin's shirt either.
Yoongi
Yoongi hardly looks up from the tablet in front of him when the door opens with a slightly irritating squeak.
There are only a few people that ever bother him when he's in the zone. Jimin, whom Yoongi can't seem to actually get pissed at. Hoseok, when he decides Yoongi's silence is more companionable than Taehyung's screeching. Jin, when he demands that Yoongi go to sleep at a more acceptable hour.
Today, it's Jungkook. Which comes as a bit of a surprise to Yoongi. He plops himself into the office chair next to Yoongi's and spins, once, then twice. The sound of the wheels, spinning against the hardwood floor distracts Yoongi's train of thought.
The irritated sigh that leaves his mouth, stops Jungkook in his tracks. He's grinning as if he'd done it on purpose. He had. Yoongi's glare hardly deters their youngest, not when he can see all the affection behind it.
"What do you want, kookie?" Yoongi spits, shifting to check the digital clock in the lower right corner on his mac.
It's quiet another moment before Jungkook surprises Yoongi again. "Hyung, can I kiss you?"
Yoongi nearly bites his tongue off when he swivels the chair around, only to be met face-to-face with Jungkook. He can clearly see the flush in his cheeks and the misty look in his eyes. He tries not to glance at the slightly damp lips just a breath away from being pressed against his.
"Jungkook.." he takes a moment to wet his lips with his tongue, "...just once."
With his reluctant consent, Jungkook surges forward messily smashing his lips against Yoongi's. Yoongi presses his fingers into Jungkook's jaw holding him in place, his other hand tucked with Jungkook's.
He pulls away not a moment later, panting softly. Jungkook makes to follow but Yoongi just laughs gruffly. "Only once, remember?"
Jungkook nods, looking a little defeated but no less pleased.
It’s silent except for the methodical clack of the keys under Yoongi's delicate fingers.
Jungkook stays with his fingers wrapped up in Yoongi's.
Hoseok
Jungkook lies spread eagle in the middle of the practice room. The floor cools his back as his soaked shirt sticks to the surface. He groans softly and tilts his head to look at Hoseok who isn't in much better shape either.
Hoseok is spread out beside Jungkook, a fingertip away from touching hands. He huffs, glancing over at Jungkook. His signature smile stretches across his face as he rolls across the floor, making his usual odd noises.
He rolls right on top of Jungkook who threatens to throw him off, if only he had the extra energy.
"I'm your hope!" Hoseok coos as he settles himself on Jungkook's lap, fingers digging into his sides as he tickles him. Jungkooks squirms and wriggles, laughing until he's red and breathless. Hoseok attempts to catch his breath above him, sweat glistening on his forehead.
His eyes are dark, Jungkook can hardly distinguish the pupil from the iris.
He slumps onto the empty floor space beside Jungkook, curling up against his side.
The music is still blaring from the speakers and Jungkook's too sore to reach for his phone, so he lets it go, laying his head on the floor and closing his eyes.
Not a moment later, Hoseok is there, his lips smacking against Jungkook's cheek as he plants the kiss. Jungkook's nose wrinkles at the thought of salvia being on his cheek.
But it feels good all the same.
Namjoon
Jungkook doesn't think anything of it when Namjoon comes up behind him, wrapping him up in his arms. He's sleepy and they still have one more run through to go.
He leans his head back against Namjoon's shoulder, it shouldn't be as comfy as it is. He thinks he hears Taehyung and Hoseok discussing Pokemon while Jimin takes photos of a sleeping Yoongi. Jin is talking with the staff, asking questions and breaking hearts.
Jungkook thinks hours could have passed and he wouldn't have noticed or even minded but soon enough Namjoon is shaking him awake.
The cameras are set, the set built and dominating the stage. The faint mumbles of the crowd can be heard as they patiently await their idols.
He untangles himself from Namjoon, stretching with a whine. He blinks when he feels Namjoon's lips at his neck, but they're gone before he can really register it.
When he turns Namjoon is walking off to wake Yoongi, he's more likely to succeed than Jimin.
Jimin
Jungkook wants to be annoyed when Jimin lays all over him in the van but he can't not when Jimin looks so excited and happy.
It's not that Jungkook gets annoyed by happy people or anything, it's just Jimin's loud and Taehyung's loud too and that's just too much loud put together.
But now, Jimin's giving him this look. This look like he's ready to pounce on him if he made even the slightest move. It's kind of freaking Jungkook out to be honest.
"Jimin...don't." Jungkook whispers, eyeing the backs of their fellow member's heads.
The grin that grows on Jimin's face is purely devilish as he advances on the poor boy.
Jimin places his hands on both sides of Jungkook's face. Jungkook knows what's happening before it comes but that still doesn't make it any easier when he finds Jimin's tongue worming it's way into his mouth.
Jungkook goes slack, fighting against Jimin is a waste of energy. Plus, Jungkook doesn't particularly mind especially when Jimin's fingers fist in his hair with a mild tug. The groan he releases is kind of embarrassing and Jimin smirks against his mouth before pulling away.
Jungkook is flushed and his mouth feels slick. His lips will swell and redden from the abuse. Jimin turns away and gazes out of the window with a content smirk on his face.
Jungkook tries not to look anyone in the face when they arrive back at the dorm.
Taehyung
Jungkook doesn't know why he agreed to watch this show with Taehyung. Jungkook can't even remember who's supposed to be the protagonist. Taehyung seems interested though, if his laughs are anything to go by.
He sits, balancing a bowl of diced fruit on one knee. Jungkook had wanted to ask, "Why fruit?" but questioning Taehyung usually turned into questioning the universe.
Jungkook steals a piece of cantaloupe, earning a pout from taehyung.
"Jungkookie, you have juice on your chin," Taehyung mumbles, watching curiously as it drips from the corner of his mouth.
He leans forward licking the stray juice before Jungkook can use his sleeve to wipe it away.
"Hyung!" Jungkook whines, squirming away. Taehyung just grins before turning back to watch the tv, as if nothing strange had ever happened.
Or maybe, it just wasn't strange to Taehyung in the first place.
Taehyung's idea of a kiss is much less pleasant but it carries all the same feelings. He thinks.