BTS ONESHOTS - b X b

Only With You (Junghope)

"kookie? what are you doing still up? its near midnight,"
"i'm sorry, hyung, I just—"

the truth was, he didn't have an excuse planned out. a good one, that is. jungkook nervously fumbled with the sheets, slouching his back.

"you just what? you know you have your own room, and you know how jealous Min gets," hoseok sits at the foot of the bed, the mattress dipping inward.

"i-i," jungkook glances up at the rapper. he had a patient yet tired look on his face, and underneath the exhausted facade, his genuinely concerned hyung was there.

"I couldn't sleep in my bed, hyung. i-it just felt too cold and-and empty and i just wanted—" he inhales deeply, ducking his head down. "i just wanted t-to be with someone, an-and jin hyung had his door locked and jimin hyung and t-tae hyung were cuddling and you and hyungs w-were gone and i just got so—" jungkook swipes at his eyes.

hoseok moves closer, sitting across from the maknae. the rapper gently cups jungkook's face, staring deeply into the younger's glossy eyes. "you just got so what, kookie? it's okay, you can tell hyung," he soothes, and jungkook nods a little. "l-lonely. sc-scared. i-i wanted you hyung and-and you weren't here a-and it was s-so dark," hoseok felt a pang of sadness thumping in his heart.

"I'm sorry, baby," he apologizes, pulling jungkook tight against his chest. he let him softly cry into his warmth, fondly smiling when jungkook pawed and tugged at his shirt. "there's no need to cry, babybun, you're alright. you're okay now. i'm here, see?" jungkook slightly retracted from his hyung, watching as hoseok carefully grabbed his wrist, making him hold his palm out in front of him.

hoseok places his hand against jungkook's, leaning his forehead against the vocalist's. "look, see? i'm here, bun." jungkook glancing at their palms pressed flat against each other. he intertwines their fingers, wordlessly glancing back to hoseok's almond eyes.

"d-don't go, hyung, it's not the same," hoseok let's out a small chuckle and lets a small, reassuring beam spread across his lips. "i'm not planning on leaving anytime soon, baby." jungkook squeezed his hand and with his unoccupied one, took the hem of hoseok's shirt in his grasp. "soon doesn't mean forever hyung."

it sounded stern, but it was soft at the same time. unbelievably soft. adorably so.

"i'm never going to leave you, kookie. you know that. i love you too much." jungkook shook his head and thick tears threatened to escape. "but hyung, you l-left tonight, and i was a-alone—" hoseok gently presses his lips on jungkook's.

they break away after only a few seconds, hoseok lightly pecking the younger afterwards. "i came back, didn't i? hm?" jungkook's downcast eyes avoid his. "people always come back. n-no matter how l-long they've been a-away. they ta-talk like th-they haven't missed a day."

hoseok sighs and nods. "i understand kookie, but do you really think that i would do that to you?" jungkook clenches his eyes shut and swallows a sob. he grimaces and claws at hoseok's shirt again. only when he's on the rapper's lap and has his face shoved in his torso does he cry.

their hands weren't holding each other's anymore, but instead holding each other's entire being. existence. soul.

"minyu did, a-and i loved h-him, even after h-he promised," jungkook mumbles, his voice muffled a bit by hoseok's firm body. "i'm not minyu, baby." jungkook only nuzzles in further into hoseok, small hiccups leaving him. "namjoon and yoongi hyung are in the living room, do you wanna go sit with them? i can get you some blankets and snacks. i can also tell namjoon to put on some cartoons," hoseok quietly offers, and jungkook perks up a bit.

"p-porororo?" hoseok chuckles at the error. it was actually "Pororo", but jungkook was upset right now and it would take too long to finally be able to calm him down and get him to pronounce it correctly. "mhm, i can tell namjoon to put on Pororo,"