The South Korean boy band sat on the dinning room floor, eagerly stuffing their faces into Jin's homemade food.
The eldest smiled as he ate a few portions off his plate. He looked around to notice that Jimin wasn't there with them.
And he had a good guess as to why.
"Jungkook-ah?" He called out to the youngest. The younger boy looked up with his cheeks stuffed with food and in some ways, it was cute.
Stifling a laugh, Jin put down his utensils and placed a hand onto Jungkook's arm. "Go check up on your Jimin-hyung, okay?" He asked, Jungkook nodding and proceeded to get up.
The youngest of the group walked through the halls, the noises of hunger slowly fading away.
As he passed by, he heard a sob. One coming from the bathroom. Jungkook's lips pursed into a frown.
He softly knocked on the wooden surface and heard the crying forcefully halt, along with quick shuffling and a cough.
Jungkook's frown deepened.
"C-Come in!" Was the nervous response. Jungkook bit his lip and turned the knob and was greeted with a puffy eyed Jimin.
After a moment of silence, Jungkook closed the door behind him and softly said "Jin-hyung told me to go look for you." He explained, fiddling with the edges of his sleeves.
Jimin nodded and sniffled, occasionally rubbing his arm.
"Hyung." Mumbled Jungkook.
"Yeah?"
"I know you want to cry. Come here, please."
And Jimin did just that. He stumbled over to the youngest and wrapped his arms around Jungkook, the other doing the same.
Jimin sobbed, he screamed and hiccuped. He fisted the cloth of Jungkook's shirt while the younger patted his hyung's back softly.
"Hyung?"
"Yeah?"
"You're beautiful."
And Jimin cried. Those words, to others it might not seem like much. But to Jimin, it meant the entire world to him.
It was funny. On camera, Jungkook seemed much like a brat to him.
But off camera, he was endearing. He was caring and all of his elders knew that. The rest of the world might've not, but they knew.
And they all cherished it.
Jimin's crying continued on, they continuously subsiding, Jungkook was still patient.
He knew what it was like, how troublesome and mind completely fucking it was.
And he gave Jimin time. Which was desperately needed. Slowly, Jimin stopped crying and pulled away to wipe his tears.
A small kiss was placed onto Jimin's temple and the receiver smiled.
"Thank you." He managed out, his voice was hoarse and heavy. Jungkook smiled back.
"Anything."
I actually fucking hate this one, but im too lazy to re write it sooo yeah
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Fiksi PenggemarIn which I write random shorts (short series) of BTS, involving angst and fluff. THIS STORY IS DISCONTINUED. Cover Edit by Me!