Kookie. It was a name that he hung onto for dear life. He clawed at the older man's arms, screaming at the top of his little lungs, fingernails tarnished with skin and blood.
"Daddy- Daddy please!" The young boy cried out, using all his strength to get the attention of his father.
"Please daddy, leave kookie alone! I'll do anything, just please! Da-"
"Daddy!"
Yoongi gasped as his eyes flew open, a sob ready to burst from his throat. He silently cried to himself as the red silk sheets stuck to his pale sweat slicked skin. Jungkook sleepily slammed the door open, hooded eyes wondering around the room in panic before his attention was fully focused on the sobbing bundle of warmth under silk sheets. He sighed out, running a hand through his perfectly messy hair before sitting next to the crying boy. At first, he simply patted the boy's back which lead to louder sobs echoing off the walls.
With another sigh, he laid down next to the othet and pulled the other to him, wrapping an arm securely over his waist and the other under the pastel haired boy's head, long fingers twirling Yoongi's soft locks.
Yoongi moved into the warmth, face snuggled into the young adult's chest, breathing in the faint but familiar scent of brown sugar and vanilla.
Slowly, the boy fell asleep but not without thanking the other, mind already clouded with sleep.
But the thanks which was supposed to be soft and welcoming became something that confused the other. Words drifted into his ears and now swam into his brain and filling his mind.
"Thank you, kookie."
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Im so sorry for not updating for a while but ive been working on another book that i have yet to decide to publish 😩👌
Hope this will keep everyone satisfied for a bit since ill be updating soon!
-agust
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Forlorn | Yoon.Kook
Hayran KurguForlorn was a word that described Jungkook perfectly, a unique word that rolled off anyone's tongue when someone were to describe him. He was Forlorn, without the one who he used to call Mini Mimi. Sequel to Mini Mimi ©cherryyoonki
