Sirenic Menace

㉖You Are Made For Me

  
As Jungkook waited for his baby to come to him, he explored the house with his two hyungs, and they decided on their rooms, although they knew it was unfair without Yoongi.

His new room, which he obtained by calling dibs on the first spacious bedroom with a king-size bed they found, was proven an excellent choice since it also had an en-suite bathroom. He could immediately picture him and Taehyung tangled up in that cozy-looking bed, and his eagerness to meet him only deepened.

They soon realized that all rooms were more than decent in every way, so they knew Yoongi wouldn’t mind. Probably. The two differences between Jungkook’s room and the others were only the bathroom and the bed. They had double beds instead of king-size ones.

They also discovered that every closet was filled with summer clothes, and as Hyun Joon said, the kitchen was deliciously packed with food. That amazed them more than stumbling upon a room with a mountain of piled-up cash, to be honest. They figured Hyun Joon used this house as a hideout for his businesses’ money as well as an emergency hideout for the family.

Jungkook took a long, cooling shower and finally changed into short sweatpants and a t-shirt — an all-black outfit proper for summer. He dried the excessive dampness of his hair with his towel and let it naturally disarranged, then wore his slippers and headed back to the living room.

The sight he encountered stalled his quiet steps and struck his eyes with saddened softness. Namjoon and Seokjin were seated on the couch, lights dimmed and the TV turned on, with the latter’s head resting on his shoulder while he slept. Fuck, his heart ached for his Namjoon hyung. Although he never questioned him to find out, he knew Namjoon was in love with him. It was so obvious to all except Seokjin, apparently.

He observed the way Namjoon held him with the hesitant arm fastened loosely around his form and how he kept glancing down at his sleeping face. He pattered closer, making his presence known. “Joon,” he whispered. “You have to do something.”

Namjoon stiffened visibly, though he didn’t move. “What do you mean?”

“Talk to him.”

“About what?”

“Are you seriously asking me that while he’s sleeping in your hug?”

Namjoon’s jaw grew tight like his body as he darted him a glare. But all the annoyance for getting caught fizzled into scorching melancholy. “Drop it, Kook. It’s not gonna happen.”

“Obviously, if you don’t talk to him,” Jungkook sneered in a whisper. “That man has been with you since you were born. He deserves to know how you feel.”

“How do you know how I feel? I haven’t told... anyone.”

A delicate smile touched Jungkook’s lips. “I started noticing things after I met Taehyung. The way you look at him... The things you do for him... How you care about him. It’s different. You are different when it comes to Seokjin hyung. Like I am with Taehyung.”

“It took you long enough to figure it out, though.”

Jungkook huffed softly. “I never cared about affection and stuff. It’s hard to notice something you haven’t experienced. What you’re feeling for him for probably a long ass time is what I’m experiencing right now with Taehyung. And it feels so fucking good. So please talk to him.”

Namjoon’s eyes waltzed over Seokjin’s spectacular face with a notion of gloom. “We’ll see.” He remembered Seokjin telling him to wake him in case he fell asleep, but he tried to hinder that moment from coming with all his might. He didn’t want to part from his warmth. But fuck, he had to. And so he gently shook him as he called his name and smiled when the cute man grimaced.