so far away | yoonkook

night : 30

sweat builds on his forehead and between his shoulder blades. he feels beads rolling down his spine and disappearing into the denim clung around his waist.

"we can go again if you want." jungkook has a hand on his hip and the other trapped firmly in his grip.

the kid has his head bowed, still staring at his bare feet. he's done this during the whole duration of their practice, taking precaution by watching his steps just so he knew whose limbs were in what way. he didn't like making mistakes so he did his best to catch on even if it wasn't his interest.

yoongi's shorter than him. he's gotten too used to their dynamics to find anything embarrassing anymore.

jungkook doesn't even mind that even as his height was unfitted for the demure, he had taken the female role. yoongi took to leading him through it anyways. he had to take the initiative, of course, and jungkook gladly followed with every swing and sway and spin and step.

"d'you 'ver get that feelin' when you're tired and your skin prickles awkwardly, the bones supportin' your back rattle, 'nd your limbs wobble, and yer eyesight flickers, and your head spins 'cause I think I'm havin' that right now." yoongi takes time blinking, his lids heavy, words slurred, mind drunk on sleep deprivation.

"what time is it 'nyway? four am? five? is it daybreak already? did we even make it through all the figures? are my lower limbs still intact? where's namj-oon? did 'e get into uni? jungkook, where's my blanket? jungkook, are ya there?" yoongi's dipping from side to side, forwards and backwards and the only thing keeping him in place is jungkook's hand on his hip.

"I'm here, hyung." he assures before a soft laugh escapes him, eyes coming to a slight crinkle as he stares at yoongi under the dimly lit spotlight. jungkook likes to think that the small space was their stage. they were the focus of the show. yoongi was the lead and he was the main supporting character.

it's gotten a bit late. neither of them had even noticed how quickly the hour hands ticked by, leaving them both in awe having that the last time they recall checking the clock, they're pretty sure it was only eleven-forty.

jungkook got home earlier than usual. yoongi ended up grinning like a dork once they met at the front porch before the lights in the mini park were shut off. he's glad he even caught sight of the smile on jungkook's lips when he met eyes with his hyung.

right now, yoongi could barely keep himself awake, his lids hooding over his vision and him struggling to lift them up as he's escorted into the guest bedroom.

"I need a huggle."

"what's a huggle, hyung?"

"hug 'nd snuggle's baby."

"I can give you a huggle."

"I hope to christ you can."

"do you want one now?"

"I want one now."

"okay." jungkook pushes the door open with his foot, yoongi stumbling under him when he guides him through the room.