late night.

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hi everyone! this is my first time in the fandom and writing sugakookie! (and also it's my first time writing in english because i'm italian asdfghjkl so i hope i didn't do any big mistake?)
Hope you enjoy it :)  
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Yoonkook week, day one: first.
first time yoongi comforted jungkook.

it was late night and yoongi couldn't sleep. it became a spontaneous thing to do by now maybe caused by the stress of his thoughts about their debut (when will they debut? will they debut?).

the tick-tock's of the clock resonated in that small bedroom together with namjoon's snoring making the young boy feel sick. he wasn't having it.

yoongi got up from his bed and headed to the balcony to breath some fresh air and get his thoughts clear. or that was what he wanted to do. instead he heard strange noises from the kitchen and went there.

he surely wasn't expecting to see this: jungkook was whimpering, sniffing and trembling under the kitchen table. a mess coming to life.

yoongi's heart hurt at the view.

"jungkook?" he said with a sweet and worried voice.

jungkook jumped a little for the surprise. immediately his big blurred eyes found yoongi's. jungkook tried to wipe his tears away before speaking: "h-hyung?"

his voice was small and it only made feel yoongi more concerned. "hey kid, what's wrong?"

the other shifted under the kitchen table. "it's nothing, hyung."

he was still sniffing.

"are you sure?" yoongi asked, voice warm. he didn't want to force the younger to talk about his problem if he didn't want to.

jungkook bit his bottom lip, thinking. "i just... miss my family." he lowered his head so he didn't have to look at yoongi. he felt stupid.

yoongi's face softened.

he sat down next to jungkook under the table. gosh, it was so uncomfortable! how can jungkook even sleep there?

"jungkook-ah" the younger startled a little "look at me, please."

jungkook raised his head, slowly, and yoongi could see his face clearer.

jungkook's eyes were puffy, his nose and his cheeks rosy. he looked tired like he had cried for hours. had he?

"today is my brother's birthday" oh, so that's it yoongi thought "usually we go out, eat some samgyeopsal and when we come back home our mom would cook us hoddeok. dad always takes a day break from work to stay at home with us. i miss that" jungkook said smiling softly at the memory but soon his smile left his face "but we can't do this anymore."

yoongi saw new tears falling down.

"i mean, i knew it when i had decided to do this life that i wouldn't see my family every day or that i couldn't do what many kids of my age do...but i still miss those things." jungkook started sobbing and yoongi couldn't take it.

he put an arm over the maknae's shoulders and let jungkook's body lay on his side receiving a small gasp from him.

yoongi moved his hand up and down jungkook's spine slowly, with care "it's okay 'guk, even if you already knew it, it's okay to miss someone or something." his voice was smooth and it felt like he was whispering in jungkook's ear. the younger shivered at the sensation.

"are you cold?" yoongi asked looking at him with those eyes that made jungkook go all dizzy.

"n-no, 'm fine" jungkook gulped "i was just thinking..." he looked down, embarrassed "does hyung miss someone or something too?"

yoongi face softened but his body got still. "i do."

jungkook nodded. it's obvious that he doesn't want to tell you, you aren't that important, jungkook! gosh, why do you ask such stupid things?

"—i miss my old brown piano a lot."

jungkook looked at him, surprised. "really?"

jungkook's eyes were so big, so wide, and he looked so hopeful that yoongi answer sounded more sincere than he'd like to.

"yeah, really" and it was the truth "i know it's kinda stupid because i still play the piano in the studio but i can't help it." as saying so he remembered every few memories with his piano, his first love: the way he touched it, the clear and tender sound it made, all the warm it gave to yoongi even when anything wasn't alright and he felt desperate, it was always by his side.

"it's not stupid..." jungkook laid his head on yoongi's knee "i understand what do you mean and it's not stupid, believe me." he frowned like he was thinking hard at something.

yoongi didn't know why but he was feeling... happy ? he felt warmth flooding inside his entire body. he kind of blushed too but wouldn't admit it.

the house seemed empty, not even a sound could be heard (maybe only jungkook's heartbeat). the atmosphere felt so intimate, just the two of them. the most introvert amoung the others were now confiding to each other.

yoongi's hand left jungkook's spine to start playing with his fluffy hair. the boy under him sighed contently, body pressed against yoongi's.

"hyung, i'm tired." his voice was sleepy and his eyes were closing.

"are you going to sleep here? really?" the other chuckled.

jungkook only found his way deeper in yoongi's arms, shifting and whining a little. The two of them seemed to be hugging.

yoongi's smile was big and fond staring at the younger boy. "night 'guk."

"night yoongi-hyung, love you."

"love you too."

when the other members found them still sleeping under the kitchen table they said nothing (oh well jimin just took some photos meanwhile the others were all giggling and telling how cute they looked) leaving the two boys resting some more in each others arms.

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thank you for reading! <3
i didn't write anything for the others days of the yoonkook week :c so yeah, this is the only thing i got unfortunatley...

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