~𝓞𝓾𝓻𝓼~ BTSxJK

~Chapter 22~ Cuddle session

Jungkook loved cuddles.

He had always loved the feeling of feeling warm and safe. Unfortunately, instead of having a family who could give him the cuddles he deserved, he got a shitty family that could care less about his entire existence.

But now, now he made a new family, a family who gives him all the cuddles he wanted and sometimes a sweet little kiss too which would always leave him flushed.

It was fact set in stone and all the members both knew and loved it.

They did sometimes tease him about it, for all his charm and interactive personality, Jungkook was incredibly shy, especially when it came to asking for things for himself and the other six were never going to deprive their youngest of anything. Jungkook was their baby, deserving of all the love and affection he craved and they would happily burn down the world for him if that was what he wanted. (or kill)

Jimin was the one he approached the most often, maybe because his fellow member had as deep an appreciation for skinship as he did. From their bedrooms to the living room of their gigantic apartment to when they sat down to meals- a rare occurrence, courtesy of their hectic schedules- it wasn't unusual to find Jungkook clinging to his fellow Busan member which he later found out like a koala, one of Jimin's hand carding his fingers through Jungkook's hair while he methodically ate or worked around the youngest's cuddling. 

Jimin's hugs were pure comfort, his arms holding Jungkook tightly as the youngest lay in between his legs or sat on his lap, making himself as small as he possibly could, burying his head in Jimin's shoulder while the elder whispered sweet words to him, giving him the gentle and genuine praise his heart craved. If Jungkook ever questioned himself or felt undeserving of everything he had in life, Jimin was always there with a smile and hug, promising him that he did deserve everything he had and more, peppering him with soft kisses before telling him how proud he was of him. 

Taehyung's cuddles were slightly different and Jungkook usually demanded them in the morning before breakfast whenever they were afforded the luxury of sleeping in, waking up a whole two hours earlier just so he could sneak into the elder's room and snuggle up to him in bed. Taehyung was used to these early morning cuddles, even though he had a ton of questions the first time it had happened, and usually greeted Jungkook with a sleepy smile and open arms, allowing the youngest to burrow in and they'd fall asleep again, Jungkook usually curled into the older. 

Taehyung's touch was reassuring, There was something soothing about the way Taehyung held him, each movement of his body automatically tailored to calm the pounding anxiety laced in each beat of Jungkook's heart and remove him from the vice-like grip panic had on him. There was an unspoken promise in the way Taehyung's long fingers traced each of his tattoos as his other hand rubbed soothing circles into Jungkook's back, easing out the stress of the day.

With Hoseok, Jungkook usually went to him for comfort and cheering up cuddles. The member who had certainly earned his title of 'sunshine' always manages to infuse his hugs with his signature cheer and Jungkook was always grateful to his hyung for the sinewy arms that held him close until the doubt in his mind faded and his heart didn't hurt so much from not being able to do better.

Hoseok never asked questions either, knowing it was better to let Jungkook heal with his cuddles, humming under his breath so the silence didn't grow too intimidating for the maknae who was already feeling low. It would be a good hour or two before Jungkook would speak but Hoseok never rushed him, ready with a 'can do' attitude and a smile so bright that it couldn't fail to make Jungkook feel better.

Seokjin's cuddles were all his sweet, precious love in its most tangible form. Thanks to his lack of self-confidence, Jungkook often woke up crying and shivering from nightmares he sometimes got about his family abusing and insulting him again. It was then that he'd get out of bed, holding his newly gifted Cooky pillow closely and pad down the corridor to Seokjin's room, sniffling, tears gleaming on his lash line and his bottom lip sticking out.