You Can Only Hurt Me Once [NamKook]

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I woke up with Namjoon Hyung hovering over me and blowing in my face.

I scrunched up my nose and pushed against his shoulders. "Gross, Hyung! Did you even brush your teeth?!"

He chuckled then rolled to the side, "Not yet."

I grumbled and rolled over to snuggle into him. He started petting my hair and I was almost asleep again when he spoke.

"Kook, you need to eat breakfast. You fell asleep before dinner last night."

I smiled and nuzzled against his stomach. "Bring me breakfast in bed."

"Ha! No."

"Why not?" I whined.

"Because Tae will whine about not getting special treatment, too. Besides, you haven't left this room in...eighteen hours? Twenty? You need to see everyone. They said you holed up all day yesterday."

"Well," I grumbled and rolled to face Taehyung's side of the room.

"Well?" He asked, moving with me and wrapping an arm around my waist.

"I was waiting for you. You took forever getting home." I pouted.

He chuckled and I felt his thumb slowly moving over my shirt. "But you know I'll always come back."

"I know that. B... Bangtan's our home. You always come home. But that still doesn't make me worry less."

"Why are you worried?" He laughed, "We've been to America and come back plenty of times."

"I...I don't know."

"Jungkook, you do know. Otherwise you wouldn't have brought it up."

I sighed and started picking at his sheets. I stopped though, once I felt him leaving short kisses on my back.

He pulled me closer and kissed the back of my neck, then rest his forehead against my head.

I sighed in relief then closed my eyes. "What if...when you go to America...since you can speak English and...you get along with everyone. What if you find a deal...better than Bangtan? What happens to us?"

He hummed and moved his hand farther up my belly. "Nothing like that will ever happen. I promise. No matter how well I speak English or how well I get along with people, Bangtan is still my family. I can't abandon my family."

His embrace tightened and I was thankful for that. I needed the comfort.

I stole Jin hyung's usual seat between Joon-hyung and Hobi-hyung. He didn't seem to mind since he took my seat without a word. Maybe he knew?

Well, it was obvious. But...we hadn't told anyone we were dating yet. So...maybe he just picked up on how I distanced myself without Joon-hyung.

I know it's not good, but I couldn't help it. I went to him time and time again whenever my heart was being ripped out of my chest.

He put it back and bandaged me up and let me sleep next to him, like a dad whose kid had a nightmare.

At this point, I was a little cautious around Jimin-hyung. It was much better than before, though. I didn't mind talking to him anymore because I knew Joon-hyung was there for me if I needed to run to him. I knew he'd hold me and let me talk.

And oh was he a good listener. It made me so happy every time I was upset that I didn't have to repeat myself at all.

Jin-hyung is caring as all get-out, but sometimes he has trouble understanding when I mutter or mumble about uncomfortable subjects. I hated having to repeat whatever it was that I'd said.

But, with Joon-hyung, he'll get right in my face and zero in on my voice. No matter my volume he'd always understand me and always comfort me in the best possible way.

And I loved it.

I love feeling heard.

"Jungkook," Namjoon-hyung rolled to his side and his hand rested on my stomach. "If you keep sleeping here, your bed is gonna get lonely."

I pouted. "Do you not want me here tonight?"

"No, I just... I don't know. I like the cuddles, but not having room hurts my back in the mornings."

I looked back to my phone then set it on his nightstand. I turned onto my side then wrapped myself around him, pulling him close. "One more night," I whispered.

He reached up to pet my hair. "Okay, one more night."

Two days passed and I was exhausted. I physically couldn't sleep without Joon-hyung. I'd gotten too used to his warmth and his arm hugging me close. I got used to his fingers curling in my shirt.

In my own bed, I had none of that. I was colder and lonelier. There was no one to kiss the back of my neck and no one to rub my belly. I was...lost without him.

How did I become so addicted so quick? Was it just his charm? Or one of my character flaws?

Whatever it was, it sucked. Because I knew the moment I fell asleep while recording my part, everyone would be concerned and I'd have to spill the whole can of beans.

When I opened my eyes, Hoseok-hyung flung himself at me and hugged me as best he could.

I was on one of the couches in Yoongi-hyung's Genius space.

"Aigoo, Jungkook, you're okay! What happened?! Are you hungry?!"

I let out a soft laugh and reached up to pat his head, "I'm fine Hyung. Really. Just tired."

"What? Haven't you been sleeping well?"

I sighed and he pulled back to see my face. "No...I can't sleep at all lately."

He frowned. "Why do you think that is?"

I rolled to my side and closed my eyes. "Don't laugh at me, okay?"

"Okay. I won't."

I gave myself a second to gather my courage. "I can't sleep by myself anymore. Ever since I went to Namjoon-hyung for comfort, I got...I don't know...attached?"

He smiled at that then screeched before he squeezed my cheeks. "You're so cute, Jungkookie."

I rolled my eyes, but smiled all the same.

He pulled away and let out a breath before he pushed his hair from his eyes. "Well, I could go get Joon. But, in all honesty, he needs to work on the big end of DNA. He's close to getting it down."

I nodded. "Let him practice. I'll...take a nap, I guess.