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Taehyung knew his friends meant no harm to him, so he was never afraid of them touching him. He knew them, that they would protect him. They were there and that meant he was safe now.

Just sitting here in Jungkooks living room eating dinner whilst watching a movie, with only four of the six. He felt at home, warm, and safe.

He could listen to Jungkook and Namjoon ramble about how the director got the whole cops system wrong, for as long as he lived. He would never trade anything for the laughter the house had been filled with. For the homeliness the small apartment held. Or the fullness he felt from the amazing meal and the warmth he felt at having Jimin lean up against him.

He would never give this moment up for anything, though having Hoseok and Yoongi here would make everything perfect.

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"What are you doing tomorrow kook?" Jin asked after the third movie that night. Sitting up from laying on Namjoons chest to stretch his bones.

The youngest yawned before answering, "well, I'm not really working... but I am on call. So it really depends on if someone decides to rob a bank."

"Well, you could stop by the bakery some time. I want to get lots of Tae time and if you're not too busy you can bring him there." Jin looked over to where Taehyung was sitting silently sleeping with Jimin wrapped around his torso. "Only if he wants to, don't want to push too much on him... to be honest I think the shopping overwhelmed him more then he let on."

The youngest nodded a look of love and sadness in his eyes as he watched the boy he loved, sleep. "Yeah..." his eyes glanced down at his other hyung sleeping draped over Taehyung, "do you know if Jimin is busy at all tomorrow?"

Namjoon shook his head, "he didn't really say anything, but its the weekend so I don't think he'll really need to be at work. Why?"

"I don't want to have to wake either of them... I was just gonna let him stay." Jungkook murmured, though seeing Jimin wrapped up with Taehyung did make him feel slightly jealous, he understood that this definitely wasn't the time to be. Everyone wanted to be with Taehyung, they all felt the same way from what he could tell... none of them wanted him gone again.

The eldest male smiled, "Understandable. Are you all good for us to leave now? I don't want to leave if you're not okay, it has been stressful and I care about your wellbeing..."

"Yeah I'm good, if I need anything or something happens I'll just call you or wake up Jiminie." Jungkook stood from his place of the chair next to the couch where the sleeping males sat. He stretched and ran a hand through his hair then smiled down at his two parental hyungs. "Want me to go with you downstairs, or just to the door?"

"Doors fine," Namjoon stated also standing bringing his lover with him. He chuckled, "since when were you so polite?" The youngest just shrugged with a sheepish grin on his face, causing Namjoon to roll his eyes.

At the door, Jungkook hugged both of the older males goodbye with a bright smile. "See you two tomorrow possibly."

"Good night kook." They both smiled back and walked out toward the elevator.

Jungkook let out a soft sigh, was he going to be okay? At the moment the thought of Taehyung made his heart hammer against his chest. The thought of him was happy yet painful.

He locked the door before making his way back to the sleeping males in his living room. Taehyung's was leaning with his head forward in what looked like the most uncomfortable position Jungkook had ever seen. And Jimin was slouched against Taehyung's side his arm draped across the younger's stomach and his face against his chest.

Another sigh left Jungkook's lips, he stood there for a moment going through all his choices at the moment. Should he leave them be? Help Taehyung into a more comfortable position and go to his own bed? Or cuddle up to them for his own sanity? He fought with himself for a couple of minutes, going through all the options.

Whilst thinking he sat down beside Taehyung on the opposite side from Jimin. His own body unconsciously wanting to be closer to Taehyung, Jungkook shrugged and gently moved Taehyung's head to his shoulder. He leaned his head on top of his hyungs and closed his eyes, a small smile grazing his lips.

This felt right to him, he loved this feeling in his stomach. It was strange and foreign but... right.

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