The Six Times Jungkook Takes Care of His Hyungs

Jin

1. Jin

It's 4 am in the morning and Jin is in the BigHit practice room, sweat beading his forehead, the music from their latest MV Dope blaring from the speakers. His panting is prominent as he slumps against the large expanse of mirror, his shoulders heaving in and out as his empty water bottle is tossed nonchalantly to the side.

It's not good enough.

Jin turns slightly to the side, his breathing still uneven as he glances at his form in the mirror, looking all pink and flushed from the continuous 2-hour dance practice.

2 nearly useless, fruitless hours of trying to will his awkward limbs into performing the complex movements for Dope's live performance.

It wasn't as if Jin couldn't get it right. It wasn't that particularly difficult (in comparison to Danger anyway – that was a pain in the to execute) to learn anyway. It was just...

Jin scares himself when he laughs pathetically at the memory of last night's practice. He remembers how he was so confused while everyone else managed to keep up with the choreography just swell. Even Namjoon and Yoongi seemed to be doing fine. Special mention went to their resident choreo leader Hobi for executing the dance almost perfectly and to Jungkook for learning it the fastest.

Perks of being young, Jin's laughter breaks into a sad smile.

Sometimes he resents their youth.

He knows he's getting older and that he's not progressing as much as he likes to admit. He watches the maknae line, full of energy, dance to their heart's content - while he's on the sidelines, an awkward mess and an even more awkward personality. He sees their group's main rappers getting more exposure, what with their mixtapes coming out and their album's Cyphers getting good criticism.

So what was he doing? Staying home and playing eomma to his hardworking dongsaeng?

Jin snorts. Not that far off from the truth, honestly. What with Namjoon's responsibilities as BTS's leader, Yoongi's obsession with work and sleep, Hobi's need for acceptance from the fans, Taehyung's misinformed stupidity, Jimin's body insecurities and Jungkook's image as the Golden Maknae - they all needed the occasional mothering.

They were a mess, Jin contemplates. A very attractive, extremely insane, hot mess.

Tch.

He can't help but tear up suddenly at the thought of the other members in his messed up group. His family. The people who have teased and pissed him off for all these years and throughout all of them supported him the through and through. Awkwardness and all.

His brothers.

He suddenly feels dizzy when he tries to stand up, and just kind of gives up and lays back restlessly against the mirror. He feels a wave of haziness wash over him and his eyes fluttering close. His legs are numbed with ache.

Punks...

"..."

" - yung ."

" - ake up ."

"...Wake up, Jin-hyung."

An agonized groan escapes the eldest hyung's mouth as his body aches from the stiffness in his muscles. He prys his eyes open, light streaming into his half-opened lids as he tries to swat away whoever was rubbing his shoulder.

"Hyung, you'll catch a cold if you sleep here."

Jin blinks wearily at his surroundings.

He does not expect a bright-eyed Jeon Jungkook all up in his face with a flask in his hand.