It was the middle of the freaking night. "Who in their right mind was up at this ungodly hour using a blender?? " Hoesok wondered. He sat up in his dark room, looking around to see that Jimin's bunk was empty. Sensing that he had found the culprit that disturbed him from his peaceful sleep, he sat up groggily, pushing the blankets off his legs. He stumbled his way towards the kitchen where a small light lit up Jimin's figure.
"What are you doing?" Hoesok asked. Jimin squeaked and jumped at his words. "Hyung! You scared me!" Jimin said in a squeaky voice. "I can tell" Hoesok replied, chuckling lightly at the younger's reaction.
"I couldn't sleep" Jimin said shyly. "I usually make myself something sweet to eat when I have nightmares or can't sleep. I forgot how loud our blender is". Hoesok looked at Jimin with concern, noticing that the younger's eyes were slightly puffy, as if from crying.
"Did you have a nightmare, sweetie?" Hoesok asked him sweetly. Jimin looked down, eyes cloudy and nodded. "I don't want to talk about it" the younger said softly. "That's okay, we don't have to" Hoesok said, smiling sweetly at the other.
Hoesok stepped towards Jimin and pulled him into a comforting hug. He was still warm from his bed, while Jimin's cool skin suggested that he had been alone in the half-dark of the kitchen for a long while. Hoesok could feel Jimin's slightly laboured breathing and slight shivering against him. He gently removed Jimin's arms from around him, and before the younger could object, he dashed into the living room to grab the softest blanket he could find.
When he returned, he found Jimin sitting on one of the kitchen stools, trying to rub warmth back into his tabktop clad arms. No wonder the boy was so cold, he was dressed only in a tanktop a pair of mesh gym shorts.
Approaching the younger, Hoesok wrapped the shivering boy tightly in the soft blanket. Sniffling, Jimin looked up sweetly at the other. "Thanks hyung" he said, flashing a small smile. "Let's get you that milkshake, shall we?" Hoesok said, with a grin. Jimin nodded, and made to get up from his stool."That's alright Jiminie, I'll get it for you" Hoesok said cheerily. Jimin blushed fiercely at the nickname and sat back down.
The older moved to the half finished milkshake on the counter. Pulling a spoon out from a nearby drawer, he stirred the mixture in the blender until it was frothy, not wanting to use the blender for fear of waking the others. Then, he poured the drink into a large glass and turned around, just catching Jimin staring at his back with an expression Hoesok couldn't quite place.
"Here you are, Jiminie" Hoesok said gently. Jimin took the glass, wincing slightly at the feel of the cold glass against his fingers.
"Well, listen, I'm really tired so I think I'm gonna-" Hoesok started.
"No!! Hyung!" Jimin cried, eyes filling with tears, looking lonley and afraid. "Please don't go, please don't leave me, please-"
"Hey, hey" Hoesok said, trying to undo his words that made Jimin so upset. "I'll stay, it's okay, I'm right here." He said, moving closer to the younger, putting a hand on the other's shoulder. "Let's go lie down on the couch though, hyung's tired".
"Okay, thank you." Jimin said shakily, smiling tiredly. Slowly, the two moved towards the living room, Jimin seeming to have the need to cling onto Hoesok's hand the whole way there. Once they got there, Hoesok flopped onto the couch, spreading his body out horizontally and spreading his arms and legs to make space for Jimin to lie in between them.
Jimin set his glass down on the coffee table and clambered onto Hoesok, lying down so his back was to Hoesok's chest, and his butt was pressed into his crotch. He spread the blanket over both of their bodies, and Hoesok wrapped his arms around Jimin's tummy, holding the younger's small body close to his. Jimin mumbled a soft "thanks again, hyung", and before either of them knew it, they were asleep
