We Run Around With Monsters Under Our Feet [m.y+j.h]

4. THE LAST SUPPER

White light pierced through the curtain skimming every surface and creating little paths where more sunshine seeped through. Jungkook was the first to stir awake, stretching his limbs as far out as possible in the small space. Glancing over towards Hoseok he admired how the boys dark eyelashes fell softly against his cheeks. How his mouth was slightly parted and his face was squished against his arms lying underneath him. His hair was strewn against the pillow, exposing his forehead. The smooth skin of his uncovered forehead was creased in thick worried lines that met in unshapely patterns between his eyebrows.

Carefully, Jungkook swept his thumb across the lines, ridding them,dragging his cool hand down Hoseok's cheek and to the top of his neck, his index finger lightly grazing his jawline.

"Hobi? It's time to wake up. Hobi?" He murmured softly his voice barely a vibration in the peaceful room. If Jungkook could have it his way, he'd let Hoseok sleep in for the whole day, until his birthday passed and he would miss having to go out and die. It was childish really as he knew full well that if Hoseok wasn't out of bed the Serenity Seekers would barge in at full force, grabbing and cursing at Hoseok until he was dragged by the handcuffs around his wrists out of the house. As much as Jungkook didn't want Hoseok to die, he couldn't bear the thought of him being treated badly.

Slowly, Hoseok began to stir. Mumbling incoherent phrases under his breath that made the younger unsure if he was actually supposed to be listening. His eyelashes fluttered delicately, indecisive if he should wake or just cuddle back into bed and sleep. A groan rumbled its way through Hoseok's chest as he stretched his arms over his head, careful not to hit the other. "Ah, good morning, Kook."

Jungkook went to reply but his words got caught behind this lump in his throat. It was choking him, the fear of losing his friend, blocking off any sense of strength he could've had. All he wanted to do was cry out, scream from the top of his lungs that he wasn't okay with any of this and he couldn't just let Hoseok die. The younger's eyes grow wide as he looks toward his friend, his whole form shaking as he makes eye contact. Such youth in his eyes. All Jungkook wanted was to not know what was happening. If he didn't know and Hoseok just went, maybe he could accept it- there was nothing he'd have been able to do. But he does know and the fact he can't do anything is mocking him in the depths of his heart, pulling on individual heart strings and playing him like a fool.

"Oh, Kookie. Again? I'm sorry. I don't want this either." As quick as could be, the elder swooped in, wrapping his arms tightly around Jungkook's waist. Cradling his friend in his arms, his hands patting rhythmically at his back, "I know this is hard for you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." And he just kept mumbling that phrase. Two words rolling off his tongue, encompassing itself around the males and it was a safe place. Jungkook sniffed, he hated how Hoseok was apologising as if he could've done something about this, how he was blaming himself.

"Stop. Stop. Why are you apologising?" He pushed meekly at Hoseok's chest and wiping at his eyes with the hem of his white shirt.

"Well why are you crying?" Hoseok retaliated, keeping his hand resting on the younger's bicep.

The weeping boy stilled. Thinking intently, pouting sadly. He had no legitimate answer apart from one. "Because I'm going to miss you."

"But I'm still here."

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The two boys got changed not long after the floods of tears. Jungkook was internally beating himself up, feeling stupid at crying when the words his friend spoke weren't even meant to make him cry. He hated how he was weak. He wanted to be strong like Hoseok. Hobi was the one dying yet as he washed his face next to Jungkook who was brushing his hair, he was still smiling.

The youngest was clad in a pair of black jeans that he left at Hoseok's house several months ago and a plain grey distressed sweater he stole out of his friends wardrobe. The victim of the stolen clothes dressed in an old graphic t-shirt he was sure that he binned several years ago. The pattern faded into a mixture of pastel blue and hints of green.

The two boys made their way downstairs. Being greeted at the table by Hoseok's family, who all stood up and went to hug their hero. Jungkook watched as his mother, father, sister all hugged his friend with all their might. All muttering a 'happy birthday'. Jungkook stayed where he was, stuck by Hoseok's side. Every now and then he'd get nudged by a hand as a family member unwrapped themselves from the boys body.

On the table were large stacks of pancakes. Flopping over here and there like an intense game of jenga that nobody could actually win. An assortment of syrups and spreads all ready to be topped on to the savoury treat.

Hoseok sat next to his father, who was head of the table. Jungkook sitting in the seat directly next to Hobi. A loud scrape echoed across the dining room as Jungkook pulled his chair that tiny bit closer to his friend. He hoped it wasn't weird, but it was hurting his brain if he was anything further than an arms distance away from the elder.

"Thank you for the food Mum, it looks really good" Hoseok beamed, filling his plate with three pancakes.

"Your sister helped me make them." The two women of the house exchange happy glances.

"Thank you, both of you, it's a really nice thing for you to have done" Hoseok looked over to Jungkook who was carefully squeezing lemon juice over his pancake.

"Yes thank you for the food." Jungkook smiled softly making quick eye contact with Hoseok's family. It was frustrating, everywhere he looked he could see Hoseok. Each member had a feature that Jungkook had grown to know on Hoseok's face.

They ate in silence.

Breakfast was soon finished with. The time ticked ten thirty by the time they finished. Hoseok went upstairs with Jungkook in tow. Flopping on to his back on the screwed up bed sheets.

"Jungkook?" The younger perked up, turning his attention on to his friend- although his mind was already swarmed with thoughts that only included Hoseok. "You haven't wished me a happy birthday yet."

"Oh, well then happy birthday, Hoseok."

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Woooo i got round to uploading again 👀

Baso another chapter of emotional Jungkook 🤷‍♀️

I've written another chapter and I can't wait for you all to read it hehehe

Ta-ta for now
-K x