Song of the soul

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A gentle hand caresses my cheek, and I slowly stir awake, a heaviness in my body and mind that makes it hard to open my eyes right away.

I grunt a little as lips press against my forehead, one peck after the next, it's easy to tell that the attack won't end until I wake up. I try to move away from it, but hands keep my face still and I can only endure this invasion of kisses as I lay on the bed.

My face feels so puffy, my eyes swollen and my throat sore. At first, I can't recall why, the previous night a blur of emotions and images. And then I remember why. The night that took our parents, Jungkook's arms as he hugged me strongly, the pain that made me cry until I fell asleep.

It was real... not just a nightmare. It was really real.

I slowly open my eyes, tears already running free down my cheeks and over the hands carefully holding them.

Jungkook gazes at me with heartbreak in his deep frown, thumbs on a hunt to catch all of the them as his eyes glisten with sadness. He could barely sleep last night. Hugging me was all he could do to avoid sobbing into the darkness of his and Namjoon's bedroom.

"My sweet bubs, Namjoon tried his best to make us breakfast this morning. Why don't you eat with us while it's still warm? I'd really like to see you eat something, even if it's hard" he asks softly, his fingers always cradling my face in his warmth as he attempts a small smile.

If Namjoon tried to cook when he sucks at it... then I'm going to make sure he didn't do it for nothing. I sniffle before nodding my head at my twin, and he helps me up into a seated position. It feels like all my muscles have worked out for hours yesterday, my entire body hurts.

"It's not poisonous, right?" I can't help but ask, and to that, Jungkook lets out a small chuckle, another kiss to my head before he starts combing my hair with his fingers.

"It's not poisonous, I promise. I tested everything before coming to get you. It's a little burnt on the sides, but it tastes like love, a whole lot of love" he answers warmly, and I hum with another nod of the head, that does sound like Namjoon's cooking.

He slowly pulls me out of their bed until I make it to my feet, then guides me out of the room to join Namjoon in the kitchen. That's when I accidentally trip on the pyjama pants he made me wear for the night, his arms holding me still as my toes slide on the soft fabric.

The pants are so long that we had to roll up the legs last night, but they must have gotten undone while I slept. Jungkook notices too and sighs before making me sit on the edge of the bed again so he can fix that for me. He knees in front of me, fingers moving with practice ease as he makes sure they won't drop again. No one's getting hurt this morning, not on his watch.

I observe silently as he carefully rolls the fabric, this time going as far as to make a knot to stretch the fabric tight. He stands back up once done, hands reaching out to lift me up so we can join Namjoon in the dining room, where he can be seen setting the table with filled plates of food.

Upon seeing me in Jungkook's oversized clothes, eyes and nose red with my lips a little pouty, the man can't help himself when he puts the utensils aside to come hug me tightly, a hug my brother joins with a contented sigh.

My heart feels just as empty and lacking as before I went to sleep, it feels like I lost half of my soul last night. The only reason why I still have the other half is because Jungkook is with me.

"Hey there pumpkin" Namjoon murmurs softly. He sounds tired too, and it hits me then that maybe I am the only one who managed to sleep despite everything. I don't remember falling asleep, I was gone as soon as my head touched the pillow.