Monito (Namkook)

ʟᴀᴠᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄɪᴛʀᴜs

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Jungkook let Namjoon cry for as long as the purple haired wanted. Namjoon knew he had described Jungkook's arms as comfortableㅡ but that was when he was wailing like a dying cat. Now he felt embarrassed after he realized he's sniffing and hiccuping like a little kid whilst still confined in Jungkook's embrace.

Namjoon became fully aware of their current state. If he's starting to stiffen, Jungkook on the contrary, was already getting used to their position; patting his back tenderly.

Jungkook found Namjoon's soft sniffs and sporadic hiccups adorable. He tried his hardest not to think of anything while he held Namjoon, but he failed. It's bad enough to think that he found Namjoon's crying cute, yet he couldn't stop his heart from feeling something.

He's scared Namjoon might hear his heartbeats going hysterical. Namjoon could hear the pounding of Jungkook's heart. He thought he's just imagining it; thinking it's his own heartbeats he's listening to, not Jungkook's.

"You know what?" Jungkook broke into the silence.

"Hm?" Namjoon responded.

"Sometimes, I find myself wishing that Mrs. Kim is my mom." Namjoon pinched the fabric of Jungkook's shirt near the middle of his chest. He bit his lip at the mention of his mother. "I wished my parents were more like her."

Jungkook continued, not expecting Namjoon to reply.

"She seemed like the best mother anyone could ever have, and I still think she is. I know what she did was hard to forgive, you have every right to get mad at her. But... she had been alone all her life, too. She only had you, and maybe she's scared too, Namjoon. I'm not saying you have to forgive her right away, I'm saying that maybe, just maybe, she didn't know what she's doing, you knowㅡclueless, just like everybody else."

Namjoon understood Jungkook's point. It made his heart throb, knowing his mother was also hurting. Namjoon's lips started to turn into an upside down crescent, his orbs started to well up again. Jungkook was alarmed when he felt Namjoon's shoulders shaking in his chest.

"Namjoon- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry again. I'm sorryㅡ I don't have the right to say anything. I'm sorry," Jungkook apologized.

Namjoon gently pulled away, carefully trying to show he's not mad at the dark haired. He shifted on his back until he's face to face with Jungkook.

"It's n-ot that..." he sniffed and shook his head, "you, y-you *sniff* have a point and I'm not mad. T-thank you." And another sniff.

Jungkook breathed in relief, he thought he hurt Namjoon. He reached for Namjoon's puffy red face. He swiped the fresh trail of salty tears on Namjoon's damp cheeks. Namjoon's face bloomed a deeper rosy hue.

Namjoon settled in Jungkook's arms again, his embarrassment being the least of his worries at the moment. The questions gravitating towards their intimate position had been ignored, neglected.

"Jungkook..." Namjoon said.

"Yes, Joonie?" Jungkook replied, carding his hands through his purple hair.

Namjoon blushed at the way he called him 'Joonie,' the fingers wandering on his hair, the comforting heat pressed against his body. He was affected by all those things more than he could imagine.

"Thank you for everything. Even from the start, you're always there for me when I needed it. Now that I think about it, you've always been there for me, even though we didn't know each other for that long. I'm happy that we've become friends," Namjoon said. He's thankful Jungkook couldn't see his face, not entirely confident with how much his facial expression could give a clue to how he felt about him.