In a world of past heartbreaks and shattered trust, Jungkook's walls stood tall, shielding him from further pain. Taehyung, a bright presence in his dark world, sought to erase the scars etched on Jungkook's fragile heart. Devoted to cherishing him...
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"Who?"
Jungkook mentally jumped at the other voice. He turned and sat. " What are you doing here?" He asked in a boring tone.
"None was home so I thought to have a meal with you." The other leaned on the door frame of his room. Having an apron on him was already showing that he was the one cooking.
"And how did you get in? As I remember closing the door." He raised his eyebrows and shook his head questionly.
"Yeah, you closed it but forgot to lock it." The other chuckled showing his gummy teeth.
"Yoon, hyungggg……"he facepalmed himself, falling back again at his clumsiness.
"Come on, kiddo! Let's eat. I'm starving." Yoongi said as he poke jungkook playfully who wasn't moving or showing any sign to obey the elder anytime soon.
"M nwo huwngrwy. You gwo." Jungkook's muffined in the pillow he climbed in. "I'm calling your mom then." Yoongi threatened jungkook like a kid but this trick still works as jungkook turned facing yoongi who kept his face straight but cracked internally.
"You dare not to." He eyed him up and down.
"Umm...I dare to." He picked his phone up teasing him. Jungkook crawled back to the edge again, eye narrowing on Yoongi who copied the expression.
In an attempt to stop Yoongi he stood up but trembled at his movement which had the older frowning.
"Come on hyung I'm not in a mood." He massaged his temple resting other hand on the curve of his waist.
"Sit." Yoongi pushed Jungkook on his bed and kneeled to grab his knee's cup. Jungkook hissed when the older gaze around his wound but kept quiet.
"You hurted really bad, didn't you?" He stood up with worried eyes. "No, it's not that bad. I'll be good by the morning."
Yoongi signed,"Ok, climb up. I'm bringing your food here." He turned heels but got stopped by Jungkook.
"I'm not sick,Yoon. You go, I'll be coming in a minute."
"Just listen to me, will ya?" Yoongi voices out in a low and firm tone and Jungkook took it as a clue to shut up.
Yoongi went downstairs to bring his and Jungkook's food. It was so obvious that his baby brother was feeling ill but still refused to admit it. Yoongi couldn't help but feel sad about it while placing the food on a tray. That beaming machine once was jungkook who would throw tantrums like the prince to his knight he was long gone.
The burning feeling inside of him was growing every minute. He laid on bed pulling the duvet on him and closed his eyes and waited for the older to arrive.
Yoongi came back with tray which a bowl of Kimchi Bokumbap and Bugo Gook. He put it on the side table. Before walking to the black haired boy under the sheets.
