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(FLUFF X JUNGKOOK) Tired?

Yoongi stumbled through the dorm's front door late at night on a Friday evening - well, effectively really early on a Saturday morning seeing as it was coming on 3am. Yoongi knew he should've come back from the studio sooner, and he was 100% certain that Jin would have him by his neck once he entered their shared room, but he had finally managed to finish writing something, and was now more than content to have the weekend off to celebrate. Jin's scolding would have to be tolerated.

What Yoongi didn't expect was to find the Maknae of the group stumbling over the couch when he opened the door. Was he drunk? Had he been doing drugs? "Yoongiiii!" Jungkook slurred, ambling his way over. "Yah, that's hyung to you... what are you doing up this late anyway? Are you drunk or something kid?" Yoongi asked while shaking the young boy - though he'd never admit it - out of worry. "What? No I'm just tired... I had to practice the choreography... I nearly passed out on the s-stairs" he chuckled giddily.

"Alright... I think you need to get to bed" Yoongi sighed, so much for going straight to bed himself. "Will you help me, Yoongi Hyung? I'm so tiredddd" Jungkook whined. Usually, Yoongi would have told him to get lost, but that sad look in his exhausted dongsang's eyes unwillingly pulled at his heartstrings. After all, Yoongi is not completely made of steel. "Come on then, lets wash up" he smiled, guiding Jungkook to one of their bathrooms.

"Hyunggggg~" Jungkook whined, "Not working" he flapped his arms around pathetically; toothbrush in one hand with an empty toothpaste tube in his other. Yoongi didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or groan, he'd never had to deal with such a grumpy, dysfunctional Jungkook before. "Here, use mine kid, that's empty" he sighed, squeezing a blob of his own toothpaste onto his blue toothbrush. "Why would someone put an empty toothpaste tube back in the cupboard?" Jungkook slurred, toothbrush now in his mouth. "I don't know, Kook" Yoongi shrugged, spitting into the sink before rinsing his mouth out with a strong mouthwash.

"The world would be a much better place if people didn't do such selfish, mean things like this. I would feel so sad if I had no other toothpaste, why wouldn't they tell me they need to buy more? This is what's going to cause world war three, these small problems cause big problems" Jungkook mumbled sleepily yet assertively; as if he had just discovered the secret to world peace. Yoongi had to stifle a grin at how serious the younger looked once he began staring at his reflection to brush each individual tooth in his jaw. "Here, let me, you're making a mess" Yoongi grunted, swiping Jungkook's lip and chin with his fingertip before wiping the excess toothpaste onto the nearest towel.

"Open up" he smiled, it felt like he was babysitting a small child. Though, Jungkook was not being his usually manly self since he obediently parted his lips at the same time he rubbed his sleepy eyes. Yoongi gently scrubbed at the younger's jealously straight teeth, grinning slightly as he made sure to whiten his two bunny teeth that stuck out slightly at the front. Yoongi briefly remembered when Jungkook had first joined the dorm and used to complain about wanting to have 'manly' teeth - even he couldn't deny that his front teeth made him look adorable. "Spit" he instructed, taking the brush out of his mouth before guiding it back inside to clean them for a little longer, particularly at the back. When he was satisfied with his work, Yoongi rinsed off the brush and put it back in the cupboard as Jungkook gargled his mouth out with some tap water. Figuring it would be alright for him to skip mouthwash this one time, Yoongi then threw a washcloth into the sink.

"Jin Hyung with scold you if you get eyeliner on your pillow, just scrub off your makeup alright?" Jungkook whined at that, putting soap onto the cloth as if it was the most demanding task ever. Yoongi couldn't say he didn't understand though, for some reason their manager thought it was necessary to wear heavy makeup for the radio show they had done that morning. He didn't mind the makeup, but cleaning your face of it afterwards was always a pain.

"Done" the child exclaimed, patting his face dry with the nearest towel. "Alright, good. Let's get you to bed then" Yoongi breathed, glad that he could finally rest after such a tiring day; of course he's always willing to look after his band members, but at 3 o' clock in the morning when just walking around was tiring enough? Yoongi could only take so much. That's why he made a very audible groan when Jungkook would not leave to go to his bedroom. "What's wrong now, Kookie? I'm sure Jhope and Jimin are fast asleep, just go in, grab some pj's and go to bed". "But... can't I just sleep with you, Hyung?" Jungkook asked so innocently that Yoongi didn't know whether he was being serious or not. "What... uh, why?" he deadpanned, his hand frozen on the door handle to his dorm room. "My bed will be cold... and, you looked after me so well,  I want to pay you back". Is this kid being serious? Trying to pay me back by disturbing my sleep even more? I don't think so, Yoongi thought, wondering why Jungkook was being like this, he didn't usually show much affection towards him.

"You've been stressed lately, Hyung. Now that we have the weekend off, I wanted to see if cuddling you would help calm you..." Jungkook mumbled, and Yoongi didn't know whether to believe his ears or not - thought the hot blush on his cheeks told him otherwise. "Ugh.. fine, but please don't keep me up" he exhaled deeply, shushing the younger since he knew Jin would be fast asleep. Yoongi quietly made his way to the bed, where he grabbed the pair of warm, soft pyjamas he had slipped under his pillow the previous morning. Aware that Jungkook was still behind him, Yoongi quickly slipped off all his clothes in order to step into his nightwear - it was dark enough anyway, and he could easily clean up his clothes tomorrow. Yoongi just couldn't sleep with his underwear on, it was far too constricting, plus he was still wearing pyjama pants. Jungkook, however, gingerly made his way under Yoongi's bed sheets after just slipping off his excess clothes - leaving himself in a white vest and pair of boxers.

Yoongi gently made his way into the bed also; almost moaning at the feeling of such warm, silk-smooth bed sheets surrounding him. "C'mere" he chuckled lowly as Jungkook lay there like a lost sheep. The two eventually ended up in each others arms, Jungkook spooning the elder with his arms held securely around his stomach. Yoongi had been a little hesitant at first, but Jungkook insisted that he was stupid to hate his stomach, latching his legs around Yoongi's thighs so that he couldn't move. Jungkook then giggled when Yoongi whined, stoking his hair gently to get him to relax more in his embrace.

Yoongi's eyes were slipping shut, his body switching off as he just about registered Jungkook laying a soft kiss on his shoulder. "Night night Hyung, thank you for taking care of me" Jungkook slurred tiredly, cuddling into his elder's warmth. "Anytime, Kookie. Good night" he smiled, drifting off into one of the best nights sleeps he'd had in such a long time.

They both managed to stay in their peaceful slumber until 2pm - Jin had finally had enough of the pair and decided that they had to eat or they would starve. Jungkook was quickly woken up by a very cheery Jin, offering him breakfast in bed, to which he denied, saying he'd be up to grab something to eat in a minute. Yoongi gradually awoke also, snuggling into Jungkook's side, "We should go eat before Jin kills us" Jungkook laughed, hauling Yoongi up and handing him the robe off the back of the door to keep warm.

"Oh look, the two lovebirds are up" Hoseok smirked cheekily, Jimin similarly showing the biggest shit-faced grin Jungkook had ever seen. "What? Just because you didn't get to have a personal 'Jungkook hot water bottle' last night" Yoongi stick his tongue out, still too tired to deal with his dongsang's teasing. He wasn't planning on complaining about the free, warm cuddles he had gotten the delight of having. Who would?