JK x BTS Oneshots

Kidnapping and Rescue - Part 2 (Hopekook)

After the boys decided for a night out, Jhope decided to stay home and take care of a sick Jungkook, knowing he was too weak to either party or stay home alone. But, he was not the only one who knew about the maknae's condition. The night... was a pure horror movie.
Yet, Jhope he knew he was all that Jungkook had at that time. He was his only hope.

Again, mentioning, this is a scene of the new Hopekook book that I am working on to complete. Until then, consider this an insight. *winks*
Enjoy~

Hobi's POV:

The sound of muffled sobs and shifts made me open my eyes and look around, confused. My gaze immediately locked on the sweaty, trembling form of the younger. He was whimpering in his sleep. Clearly having a nightmare, a very bad one by the looks of it, as his members started kicking and his body twisting into my lap.

I reached my hand to touch him, knowing it was the best to wake him up.

"Kookie..." I shook his shoulder easily. He budged, grunting in his sleep. "Kook-ah. Wake up." I repeated, using more force on his shoulder.

"Mhh..." He grunted again, this time fluttering his eyes open, snapping my hand and pulling away violently.

I looked into his eyes, noticing the confusion and the fear into them. "Aysh, easy now." I crawled a bit closer to him, brushing my hand on his knee. His breaths were getting calmer and giving me a chance to get closer to him.

Although, he was still sobbing, I brushed the hair away from his forehead and tilted my head, placing a kiss on his lips, pulling away to whisper reassuring words.

"It's okay, bun. I'm here now. It was just a nightmare, okay? See? We're safe." I kept running my fingers through his locks, caressing his head and his cheek with the other hand.

He gave me a nod. "Mhm... I'm sorry." As he started rubbing his cheek against my chest, a slight form of embarrassment appeared on his now reddening cheeks. "I didn't mean to make a fuss..." It was so unlike him to be this shy, especially when we were alone. I knew it, thus my protective instincts kicked in.

"Don't say that. Come on, let's go home. I will make sure to give you sweet dreams from now on~" Leaving a wet kiss on his forehead, I trailed myself off him and slid my arms under his knees. With a strong pull, I got him to my chest and picked him up bridal-style. Not even a second passing, whilst he already tried to push me away, kicking his legs and trying to twist toward the ground.

"Naah! Put me down, Hobi-ah!" He squirmed in protest. "I can walk by myself!"

He was too loud, forcing me to growl at him and look down into his eyes, a frown forming on my face. "Shhh! Stop screaming!" I hissed in a whispery voice.

"Ugh! But put me down!" He tried to get away again, only to be locked into my arms and strongly pressed against my chest. "Hyung! Argh!" He kicked his legs with a sudden, violent move, lifting his mouth and sinking his teeth deep into my collarbone.

"Jesus Christ!" I yelled, moving my hands away from him, and rubbing the place... "Fuck- what's gone into you?!"

His body landed on the ground with a thud. I could see the dizziness he was in as he shook his head, rubbing it with a shaky hand. "Answer me, Jungkook!" I rushed my hands to grab his chin, forcing him to look at me.

"H-hyung... I was just-" He gulped. Shaking into my grasp and trying to pull away. He winced, squirming his legs and grabbing my arm between his own. "Stop it, Hobi-ah! It hurts!" He winced again, crying out and trying to pull my hand away, the rushed heavy breaths becoming quicker and quicker. "Hyung...!! H-hyu-... grh...!"