COMMISSIONS OPEN | Kim Seokjin deserves more love and fanfictions. So here we are: a collection of Paid Commissions for our Seokjinnie. Summary of each one shot is on the first chapter.
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"Jin hyung!"
The members came home to Jungkook's scream that matched the frantic look in his eyes, the youngest of them looking wildly around the room as he picked up each cushion with a contrasting gentleness.
"Kook-ah?" The boy turned at the call of their leader, finding five of his hyungs in the doorway. Only five of them.
"I lost Jin hyung" he looked close to tears, face pink and lips turned down in a frown, "He- I swear I put him on the cotton mat before going to change! But now I cannot find him anywhere..."
The rappers turned into various shades of worry and dread the more Jungkook spoke but what Jungkook's eyes were the 95 liners; how one looked amused while the other guilty.
"Ah, Kookie—"
"I'm going to pour ketchup on your white jacket", he warned with an accusing finger pointed at the dancer. Jimin laughed, a soft little thing that they all knew meant I might have fucked up.
"He said he liked the shampoo I used today!" granted, Seokjin said that after Jimin hadn't been able to control his squeal and woke up the tiny thing.
Really, could he be blamed for losing all sense of control and maturity when their hyung was concerned?
No, the answer was no. Don't even try to argue.
"You!" Jungkook voice did the funny thing where it started as a scream but upon quick realization that there was a little sleeping moth in the room, turned soft. He marched up to his cheater hyung and gently took the bucket cap off.
And there he was, nestled in the soft black hair, clutching almost cutely at two strands, white wings blanketing the small body was his Jin hyung.
His Jin hyung that he had been looking for three fucking hours.
"I'm going to do something worse than ketchup", Jungkook hissed, warning not really hitting Jimin when he instantly cooed at their sleeping hyung.
Jungkook reached out with his index finger, carefully sneaking under the powdery wings to rub against the small face that peaked out. Seokjin shifted, tiny nose scrunching before he scooted forward.
Taehyung made a cooing noise and Jimin side eyed him, not daring to move his head, "What is hyung doing?"
Their beloved Jin hyung was, for the lack of better word, was cuddling Jungkook's finger.
"I'm gonna die", Taehyung spoke a little too dramatically but Jimin didn't question that he would actually faint when it came to Seokjin.
Jungkook was frozen in his place though he was sure his beating heart could be heard from a mile away. His hyung was rubbing his cheek against the pad of his finger, tiny arms curling around until his finger became Seokjin's own warm body pillow
