My Hyung, My Love. [Completed]

JK

"Hyung, why do you look so sad? Is everything ok?"

"Everything is okay, JK. Don't worry. Have you eaten? Go have dinner. Quick; before Jin hyung nags at you."

I nodded and walked away, but something about Namjoon hyung was bugging me. He looked displaced, and something was definitely on his mind, but he was refusing to share. I told Jin hyung I would come eat after a shower. I went to shower and was going towards the kitchen when I heard Jin hyung and Namjoon hyung talking.

"Did you tell them?"

"Of course not. It will bring down their morale for sure. Thankfully its all in English so it's on me to translate. What they don't know, doesn't hurt them."

I heard Jin hyung sigh. I was determined to find out what was the comments about. It must have been comments by some people who didn't like us. I went to my room and sat down, taking out my phone to look at the latest comments under our video. It was all in English. I tried to copy and paste the comments to get it translated and I realized how mean everyone was being.

I continued reading the comments and was completely immersed in them, not knowing that time had passed. Suddenly I heard a voice call out to me.

"Weren't you supposed to eat? What are you doing, JK?'

I stood up abruptly hearing Namjoon hyung. I hid my phone behind my back but he saw my eyes and knew something was wrong. I had started tearing up involuntarily whilst reading the comments and didn't realize it.

"Why do you look so sad? Tell hyung, JK. Are you ok?"

I kept quiet, not wanting to say a word. But Namjoon hyung was persistent and kept asking. I finally took my phone out and he saw the comments. His eyes flashed with an unspeakable emotion.

"Don't read all that, JK. It's all good. Later hyung will translate for you ok?"

"And make it sound all good? I translated the comments hyung. I read what they are saying..."

Namjoon hyung fell quiet at ghat. He walked towards me but I took a step back, clearly hurting over these mean people. I dropped my phone on my bed and went out to dinner before he could say anything else. Dinner was just me, Hobi hyung, Jin hyung and Namjoon hyung. I ate quietly. The older boys looked amongst themselves but didn't say anything.

Once dinner was over, I offered to wash dishes so that everyone can rest. Jin thanked me and went off. Hobi hyung just hugged me softly and went off to game. I didn't hear Namjoon hyung but figured he had left. But a little while later, as I was washing the dishes, he came and stood next to me.

"Do you know why I always translate the comments?"

I just looked at him, eyes full of tears and lips quivering.

"Because I never want to see this look on you as much as possible if I can help it. I know you know there are haters too but as much as possible, I want to cushion it for all of you. That's why I always translate and alter it abit. Your hard work and efforts shouldn't be determined by a few detractors. And I hate seeing this look on you. I hate seeing you sad Kookie."

I just looked up at hyung and leaned my head on his shoulder. He held onto me tightly and just kissed the top of my head.

"I'm here for you, ok?"

I nodded. He told me to go on and that he would finish the rest of the dishes. I was hesitant to let him be alone but he said it would be fine. I nodded and walked off, almost reaching the hall when I heard a crash. I turned around, and Namjoon hyung looked mortified, having dropped a freshly washed plate. I laughed as I went up to him, steering him away. I told him to go and sit with Hobi hyung before he broke more plates. He laughed awkwardly as he nodded and left.

I cleaned up the mess on the floor and the dishes, sustaining a small cut on my fingers just as I was wrapping things up. I grimaced as I ran the bleeding finger under the tap.

Just then, Namjoon hyung came in, asking me if I was done. I nodded absently as I was focused on my injury. He came over and realized I was hurt. He quickly took the first aid kit out and came over to me, dragging me to the table. He took out a plaster and placed it over the wound, asking me if I was OK. I nodded, pouting softly at him, asking him to kiss the wound.

Namjoon hyung just laughed at me as he kissed the tip of my finger. I smiled at him as he ruffled my hair and went to keep the kit away. I just continued sitting down, laying my head on the table and just looked at him, this sweet Hyung of mine who's always looking out for everyone else.

Everyone else but himself. Who was looking after him?