Cuddles Are The Best Type of Therapyㅣhajeongwoo

Final.

Genre: one-shot, fluff
Cross post: AO3 x Wattpad

Haruto sniffled into his pillow. His mind swirling with the negative comments he has seen online. None of them were anything about his physical appearance, but instead, they aimed for his ability to communicate and ability to write Korean lyrics.

The negative comments were all about his horrible pronunciation, and why YG would even recrute a Japanese rapper when he couldn't even write his own lyrics. Half of which is true, Haruto would have to admit. Haruto couldn't pronounce the Korean language as good as his mother language, but what do you expect from a foreigner? His low knowledge in the Korean language also caused him to struggle when it came to lyric writing.

But he shouldn't be sad. He was one of the final members who were going to debut. He should be happy. Him, Yedam hyung, Junkyu hyung and Junghwan were going to be able to debut with each other. He made it, but yet he felt unsatisfied.

Most of the time, it was Yoonbin hyung, and Hyunsuk hyung helping him through the lyric writing process. For such a younger age, Haruto has so much to say, but it's hard to get out into korean words when you have such limited knowledge of it, so with the help of the two rappers, he was able to get many of his messages out for fans. But ever since his duet stage with Jeongwoo, he's been running towards Jeongwoo for help a lot more. The presence of the same-age male made him comfortable to express himself more freely.

Although he gets along with Yoonbin hyung and Hyunsuk hyung, he finds it's easier to connect with Jeongwoo.

They laugh about the dumbest things together, even with a slight language barrier. The slight affection they give each other, and lingering stares are what Haruto craves for often. But now that he's without Jeongwoo, he feels empty.

He also is yet to know anything about the other trainees that are set to debut. He can't help but worry.

Haruto threw his legs over the side of his bed, and stood up. He stretched his long limbs, and made his way towards the kitchen.

He lived in the temporary dorms with the other J-team members, and was notified that he would soon be moving into a different dorm once all the trainees were finalized.

"Haruto? Are you okay?" A small Japanese male sat at the dining table. His eyes were filled with worry, and his hair was a curled mess on top his head.

Haruto glanced at Mashiho. His heartbreaking just at the thought that the smaller male might possibly not make it. His lips wobbled, and he shook his head with his eyes squeezed shut.

Mashiho set his phone down, his eyebrows scrunched in worry. He stood up immediately and rushed towards Haruto, "what's wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?" Mashiho started to pat him up and down to check for injuries.

"N-no," Haruto sniffled. "I just, I just feel bad debuting without everyone."

Mashiho sighed in relief at the younger's confession. "You giant baby," Mashiho chuckled. "You had me worried for a bit. Here, sit on the couch with me."

Mashiho plopped down onto the black leather couch, and Haruto followed along simultaneously. Haruto placed his head on the smaller's lap, and curled himself into a ball.

"Ya know, it felt like just a few days ago that you were so tiny and could barely reach the ramen on the top shelf, and I had to do it for you. Now you're all grown and reaching it for me instead," Mashiho smiled at the thought. He threw a blanket over the younger, and ran his fingers through the younger's hair.

"Yeah," Haruto sniffled, "I remember those days."

Silence consumed them for a small while. They could hear the sound of mouses clicking away, and the keys on the keyboard clashing down as the other members played diligently in their rooms. "Why don't you call Jeongwoo, he seems to calm you down," Mashiho suggested softly.