He awoke, gasping, not even sure what he'd dreamt about. When he looked around, he was alone, on one of seven beds in the largest bedroom he'd ever seen. It was dark and quiet and cold. Jungkook sat up, slowly, and saw a form shifting in the next bed over. Without even thinking, he got up, walked over, and burrowed into the bed, pressing against the figure.
"Jungkook?" Yoongi mumbled, voice raspy and slurred from sleep. "What's wrong?"
Jungkook groaned, shaking his head and scooting closer. Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Taehyung's the next bed over, buddy."
"What's going on?" Taehyung called softly.
"Jungkook crawled into my bed."
"One second." The bed dipped, and Jungkook whimpered as Taehyung climbed in, wrapping his arms around him.
"Kook?" Taehyung asked. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"
"Min," Jungkook mumbled.
"Soomin--? Ahhh," Taehyung sighed, resting his forehead against the back of Jungkook's neck. "He's in prison, remember? They put him in prison. He can't hurt you anymore."
Jungkook grunted, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Yoongi.
"Uh--" Yoongi started.
Taehyung shushed him. "Let him do it. Can you breathe for me, Kook? Just once?"
Jungkook groaned in protest.
"Alright then. We're right here, okay?"
"Kay," Jungkook mumbled, tightening his grip on Yoongi's shirt. Yoongi let out a longsuffering sigh, chuckling and ruffling his hair.
"Sleep."
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Smoke Song
FanfictionWhen Jungkook and his friend Taehyung are caught recording music, he is sure their lives are over for good. But after a narrow rescue, he learns that the anti organization is far from suppressing music. When he loses his voice, will he find another...
