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Yoongi breathed out a sigh, the fifth one in the past two minutes, his eyes closing in frustration as he tapped his fingers against his keyboard. This paper was hard enough to be written without the distraction of his inconsiderate roommate blasting music in the other room. It wasn’t even good music either, from what Yoongi could hear, the beats seemingly too loud over the soothing violins and piano while a female voice belted out muffled lyrics soulfully. He couldn’t fucking concentrate and he wanted this damn paper done tonight.
He’d already tried yelling at Jungkook at the top of his lungs, testing just how far he could stretch his low voice, but the younger boy hadn’t responded at all. He supposed he was being ignored which was a very likely possibility considering how impudent his roommate could be sometimes. So, with an angry huff, he pushed back against his desk until he was standing and practically stomped his way across the hall.
Yoongi was set on giving the brat a piece of his mind but when he threw the door to Jungkook’s room open, the scene he was met with made him stop rather abruptly. Jungkook lay on the floor on top of all of his pillows along with his life sized plush of Scooby Doo, long limbs wrapped around the toy as he cried into the pillow half his face was buried in. It looked as if the pillows were thrown on the floor carelessly, but definitely with purpose, like Jungkook was sure there was where he’d end up.
After staring at Jungkook, who hadn’t moved in the past minute he’d been standing there, Yoongi took in the music that was now infinitely louder in his ears. It was a love song in all its glory, the lyrics as flowery and dreamy as they were wistful. In all honesty, Yoongi didn’t know what to do. His hand was gripping the doorknob and his eyes were darting all over the room as he tried to understand what the hell was going on. Before he could think any further, however, Jungkook raised his head and caught Yoongi’s gaze with his teary one, and Yoongi was rushing over to kneel on one of the pillows that rested next to the boy. His hands hovered over Jungkook uncertainly after he’d effectively lowered the music from the remote lying near his legs.
“Y-Yah, what’s wrong?” Yoongi asked quickly. Jungkook was staring up at him with watery eyes and a mouth that was in a perfectly curved, trembling frown. It was almost comical but Yoongi didn’t dare laugh for fear of even more tears.
“Hyung! I’m so lonely!” Jungkook cried, his hands leaving the stuffed toy to try to grab at Yoongi instead. Before the bewildered boy could even reply with his always ready, stuttered question of what the fuck he was talking about, Jungkook continued. “Why doesn’t anyone love me?”
Shit. Definitely shit. This was not a situation Yoongi knew how to handle. He silently prayed for Jimin to come thrashing through the apartment to spare him from having to deal with a too-emotional Jungkook because Lord knows he did not know what the fuck he was supposed to do, especially in terms of comfort.
He gripped Jungkook by the shoulders and continued to look down at the terribly saddened puppy expression that was being directed in full force at him. “B-But, Jungkookie, I...love you…” He supposed he could’ve made it sound better, less like a question, but hey, he was trying here.
Jungkook paused mid-sob and sniffled rather loudly, saying then, “You love me, hyungie?”
“Uh...yeah, of course I do. Maybe not...in that way...fully but…” Yoongi silently cursed his sudden inability to speak but it was to be expected when his tough little egg of a Jungkook was crying because of his lacking love life.
Jungkook was then burrowing his head into the side of Yoongi’s stomach and continuing with his sobbing, most likely getting tears and slobber stained into the gray shirt that covered Yoongi’s body. “Aw, hyungie, I love you, too!” His words were muffled and slurred, sounding like a cross between a seven year old and a drunkard while his arms tightened around his hips.
Yoongi assumed the blubbering would end soon, so he just sighed and slumped over Jungkook’s form protectively, running his fingers through soft, midnight-black hair in what he hoped was a soothing action. His mind drifted back to his essay as he glanced out the open door into his own room with longing eyes. It was imperative that he finish that stupid paper tonight so he could be free tomorrow and actually catch up on some sleep, but for now, he decided, Jungkook was more important. His gaze flickered back down to the tall boy that was then half wrapped around him and chuckled when he saw that the stuttering pants were calming down to make room for the peaceful breaths of sleep. Moments later, even though he knew Jungkook was fast asleep and probably dreaming of being in love, Yoongi stayed stroking his hair for a little while with a tiny smile on his lips. He would get to the paper eventually, he thought, it wasn’t that hard a subject anyway.