Yoongi sat straight up, closing his laptop with a harsh snap. 3:24. His alarm clock blinked a furious red. Jungkook rolled over in his bed, pulling the comforters closer and blinking sleepily.
"Hyung? You okay?"
"I'm fine, Kookie." He answered lowly. Without another word, the younger turned over and fell back asleep. Yoongi peeled back the comforter and slipped out of bed. Avoiding the creaking floorboards, he tiptoed out to the kitchen. Yoongi carefully took out a small pot and a package of ramen.
He set the warm bowl precariously on top of his comforter, cautiously climbing underneath it. The chopsticks scraped against the rim of the bowl causing Yoongi to cringe. He quickly scooped up the meal and shimmied into a more comfortable position.
"Yoongi hyung?" Shit.
"Um, yeah?"
"What time is it?"
"Four?" The younger sat up groggily.
"What are you doing awake?" Yoongi glanced at his ramen awkwardly.
"Um- I don't know."
"Are you-" Jungkook glanced at his lap.
"Are you eating? Hyung... this is the fourth time this week."
"I know." He whispered. Silently, the younger slipped from his bed. Jungkook took the bowl from Yoongi and set it to the side.
"Come on, lay down." Once the older was situated and comfortable, Jungkook crawled over him and slid under the covers.
"Kookie-" The younger wrapped an arm around his waist, bringing Yoongi's head to rest on his chest.
"Get some sleep." The younger whispered. His lean fingers danced up and down his back, kneading the knots of stressed muscle.
"Thanks, Kook-ah." He breathed, nuzzling his head into the other's chest.
"Anytime."
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BTS Oneshots Part 2
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