Little Kookie - Yoonkook

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Jungkook has his room door locked, being sure to check twice. It's been around a week and Jungkook has been depriving himself of his little privileges.

He sat on his bed, rocking back and fourth, trying to stop the annoying headspace. The group was just in the middle of dinner, and Jungkook had to excuse himself - very questionably, in his and the whole groups opinion. He could see it on their faces before he left the table, but he couldn't help it.

After taking a few deep breathes and emptying his head, he laid down. He knew thinking of stressful things would only cause the urge to grow. After all, it's what started the entire thing.

He's been trying so hard to get rid of it, wanting to be normal again. He didn't dare tell Bangtan, not wanting to know the horrible opinions they most likely have in store for him. But as the more he denies it, it gets stronger.

A knock on his door caused Jungkook to startle upwards.

"Jungkook? Are you okay in there?" He recognized the voice instantly. It belonged to one of his closest hyungs, Taehyung.

"I'm fine, hyung." Jungkook sighed, thinking of an excuse. "Just tired."

The door knob turned, but stopped, being halted by the lock.

"Why is the door locked? Can I come in?"

Questions, nothing but questions.

Jungkook didn't like getting asked so many questions at once big, so getting asked so many when he was getting threatened to become little made it worse and harder for him to deny the headspace.

"Oh, I'm changing!" Jungkook looked around the room, finding his pj's.

He heard Taehyungs sigh from behind the door. "Kook, I know you. What's going on?"

He continues to change, answering his hyung in the process.

"What are you talking about?" He questions, acting as if he didn't know.

Jungkook knows well why everyone was tensed at dinner, which caused the starting of the slip. It was all because he didn't want to be in his little headspace. Resulting in major headaches, and loss of concentration; not helping Jungkook in any way during practices or interviews.

Jungkook successfully put his clothes on, not wanting to in the first place. What he wanted was to take a shower. Or as the little side of him started surfacing again, a bath.

"Just come out, Jungkook. And come back to the table."

He heard his footsteps backing away from his door and down the hall. Jungkook could tell his hyung was worried for him, if not all of them. He sighed and began to walk to the door.

But he stopped with a groan, looking down to see the horribly familiar box sticking out from under his bed.

His little box.

His pupils begin to dilate, starting the slip. Jungkook groans and hits his head. Taking another deep breath, he kicks the box back under the bed, hidden. He strides out the door, a little wobbly. He sits back in his seat, feeling six pairs of eyes on him.

"Jungkook..." Jimin spoke from next to him. "We have to talk to you."

Jungkook only nodded, causing more worry in his hyungs eyes. He couldn't see however, he was too busy staring at his placemat.

Namjoon called to him. "Jungkook," He paused. "Look up."

He did as his leader said, having no expression on his face - which startled his members to the bone.