Love Maze | BTS 8TH Member

I'm Fine

Arin was a cuddler, especially in sleep. She loved hugging a pillow as she floated through dreamland. But this morning, when she squeezed her pillow, it squeaked. She opened her eyes in confusion to see that she was, in fact, not hugging a pillow; instead, it was Jungkook in her arms. She loosened her grip on him, apologising to the maknae multiple times.

"It's okay, noona—I told you, I'm fine," Jungkook reassured her, his doe eyes holding hers captive, a hint of red tinting his cheeks.

"Are you sure you're not hurt anywhere, Kook?" she asked worriedly as she sat up, searching the younger boy in front of her for any injuries. "I mean, I did hold you too tight."

Jungkook opened his mouth to refute her statement when Hoseok exclaimed from the other bed. "Hold you tight!"

The two stared at him in sleepy confusion. "What?" Arin asked.

"Oh my god, it's perfect. Wait...hold you tight?" Hoseok muttered to himself, shaking his head. "Hold you too tight? Hold me too tight?" A gasp left his lips. "Hold me tight! Got it!"

Jungkook and Arin looked at each other, communicating their perplexity through their eyes before witnessing an overjoyed Hoseok jump off his bed and run out the room.

Taehyung whined from the bed Hoseok was occupying earlier, his hands searching for something to hold in his sleep before latching onto a pillow and pulling it close. He was a cuddler too. "Mmm," he hummed, satisfied with the fulfillment of his need to cling.

Jungkook giggled, getting off the bed to disappear into the bathroom. Arin glanced at the closed curtains, her gaze clouded by the remnants of sleep on her face. It wasn't dawn yet, but the group knew better than to waste their time on sleep. Although, the younger members were an exception to that.

Arin groaned, stretching her hands above her head and after a few satisfying popping sounds, they fell back in her lap, and she got off the bed. The bathroom in this hotel room was taken by Jungkook, so she trotted in the hallway to the room beside, hoping their bathroom would be unoccupied.

Opening the door cautiously, she tiptoed in. Hoseok was mumbling excitedly to Yoongi, who was already up (or maybe, he hadn't slept at all—he did that often). The pale skinned man glanced at Arin's sleepy figure, his dark brown eyes lingering on her messy hair and small pout. He chuckled quietly to himself before falling back into his conversation with Hoseok.

"Where's Jimin?" Arin asked. She hadn't seen him in either of the rooms, though she was sure he slept in this room last night.

Yoongi looked up again, locking his gaze with hers. "He went to practice."

"This early in the morning?"

"Mhm."

Arin mumbled an 'okay' before she broke the intense eye contact, her gaze falling onto the other bed where Seokjin was deeply asleep, his limbs bent in weird angles. His pajama shirt had ridden up, revealing his smooth torso. Arin blushed slightly at the sight of her best friend before noting that Namjoon was nowhere to be found. She figured he was using the bathroom. Groaning, she settled on the edge of Seokjin's bed, facing the closed door to the bathroom, as she waited for the leader to come out.

The clock ticked.

One minute. She bounced her foot against the floor.

Two minutes.

Three minutes. She fidgeted her fingers.

Four minutes.

Five minutes. Namjoon still didn't come out of the bathroom.