Baby: Prologue✅ (Jin Centric)| By Dew

Chapter 1

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Seokjin sat still on his bed, soft breeze was flowing through the open window, the atmosphere outside beautiful and calm, completely different from how he was feeling. He had already cried the night before, the bangs under his eyes and an aching head were his proof, but today... today everything felt so numb. It was as if he was not even present there, his mind detached from his body and his heart felt so heavy.

It was moments like these Seokjin wished he was not the eldest. He wanted to be cuddled, to be cooed over and loved like a baby, but being the eldest hyung of BTS, he did not have those luxuries. Yes his members truly loved him, but who would want to baby their elder? Their elder who was so weak that he cannot even handle a few bruises and harsh comments.

He rubbed his face, his eyes felt too dry and itchy but he did not have the energy to move. The beep of his phone attracted his attention, hoping that his members were concerned as he did not cook them breakfast like everyday, but turned out it was just a message from his friend.

Stupid, why would they even care about it? They love me but I've been nothing but a burden recently...

Words laced with poison was going throw his mind, making his heart ache. He wanted to cry, to let his emotions out, but it was as if he was frozen, the pain still there but no way to let it out, to scream.

He should have felt scared but this numbness made him feel at ease, the sharp thorns of the poisoned words still pricking his heart, but at least his body was relaxed.

Looking back at the clock he realized that he should probably get up as it was time for their practice but it was as if he did not cared about anything. He should be angry at himself for not caring about his boys when they were working so hard but he... he was helpless, he really cannot feel anything.

The gravity of the situation started sinking in when Seokjin realized that he cannot move his body, cannot even fall back on his sheets. He was starting to panic, his throat choking up and breathing was getting difficult, but just then the door opened to reveal the eldest rapper of BTS.

Yoongi, despite looking cold, was actually very perspective and when he came to living room to not find his hyung in his cute pink apron asking them to go for their breakfast, he was concerned. Of course Seokjin could have been too tired to cook but something was not right and he could feel it. So when everyone decided to leave without Seokjin, thinking that he probably needs time by himself, Yoongi stayed behind to go inspect his hyung. What he saw in his hyung's room made his heart clench.

Seokjin was sitting in his too big sweater, head bowed and shoulders sacked. The rays of sun seemed to illuminate everything, even the sadness that was looming over his hyung. The tanned skin of his neck looked too pale and thin, the shoulders shaking slightly and hands clenched in little fists. Seokjin seemed to be frozen in his spot so Yoongi silently padded across the room...

And immediately fell to his knees.

"Hyung! Hyung what- are you okay? You are shaking! Hyung wait I will-"

"Yoongi", that soft voice, that broken, weak and out of breath soft voice was what stopped Yoongi from going to his bandmates. "Yoongi, I- I cannot move."

A single ripple went through his hyung's heaving body and Yoongi went on his knees again, gently using his hand to see Seokjin's downcast face.

Pale colour was present where it was tanned, pink skin and below the precious eyes of his hyung's there were black circles. The eyes themselves seemed to have lost the shine and innocence, replaced with the unknown nothingness which shook Yoongi to his core.

His hyung was breaking.

Yoongi spent no time in engulfing the taller man in a hug, the waist he held when cuddling his roommate was thinner, the bones of his hips much more prominent. Seokjin's body went lax in his hold and he looked down to see the brown eyes closed, tears leaking, frown marring his forehead and he was panting to get air in his lungs. He gently put down Seokjin on the bed, shifting his light body to cuddle him properly. He could hear sobs now but at least Seokjin was not unresponsive anymore. He gently ran his hands through the messy blonde locks, lips set tight but his words were soft.

"You're okay hyung, you're good. Just breathe in and out... yes just like that. Don't worry I'm here, you are not alone, you are not in danger. I will always be here hyung, always here for you", Seokjin took a deep breath and Yoongi rubbed his back, placing light kisses on his head.

"I'm so-sorry", Seokjin whispered, so low that Yoongi would have missed if his ear was not right next to Seokjin's mouth.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, you're a beautiful human. I love you so much hyung, your youngers love you so much", Yoongi cooed but frowned when Seokjin lightly hit his chest, his sobs turning into whines.

"Don't, don't wanna be hy-hyung", Seokjin spoke, hiccuping. Yoongi's hand stopped for a moment to understand his words but it was enough to scare Seokjin.

"I'm so sorry for be-being a useless, weak hyung! Ple-please don't, don't hate me, please!" his hyung was crying loudly, body shaking from his sobs and Yoongi immediately started shushing him, rubbing his head, back, anything he can reach to calm him.

"I don't hate you, no one hates you. You are very strong, very strong and very talented... baby", Yoongi whispered that last word, feeling unsure of using such word for his elder but it seemed to do the trick as Seokjin stopped shaking violently, just hiccuping and whimpering softly.

"I- please, can- Yoon-", Seokjin seemed confused as to what he wanted to say, his head tucked beneath Yoongi's chin but the rapper could feel the pout his hyung might have, smiling at the adorableness of Seokjin.

"You don't have to say anything, baby. Just rest and let me take care of you, okay?" Yoongi would die of mortification if anyone heard him talk like this but this was his hyung, his hyung who had always helped him when he had panic attacks, who had always hugged him and listened him rant for hours.

His hyung who has the most beautiful smile and he would do everything to protect it.

"Take care of me?" Seokjin asked, his voice higher in pitch and a little childish. Yoongi frowned again but did not let it show, choosing to link their fingers instead.

"I will always take care of you", Yoongi promised, hesitating first but then boldly placing a kiss on the chubby cheek. A soft giggle came from the lips that Yoongi can swear he never adored (he did actually), and a soft hiccup which made the rapper scrunch up his face at the cuteness.

"Thank you appa..." 

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