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Don’t you guys think jungkook looks too big right now? Like, he used to have the perfect body proportion, but now he’s so buff and huge like for what he just looks ridiculous lol
Jungkook knows he shouldn’t look too much into it, shouldn’t even go deep into Twitter comments actually. They used to bother him. People always have something to say about his hair, his voice, his personality, his choice in clothes and accessories, and more. His tattoos and bigger built are things that are relatively new, though, and while he is grateful that despite the negative views of having tattoos in Korea doesn’t seem to affect him much (thanks to ARMY’s support), the latter is something that is currently making him restless.
Ignorance is bliss as they say, but there’s also the term curiosity killed the cat and now Jungkook is feeling regretful about choosing to indulge the latter.
Is he too big? His hyungs haven’t said anything about it, though sometimes they like to tease him for gaining more muscles when he is already dubbed a muscle bunny. But maybe they aren’t joking? Maybe that was a subtle way to tell him to stop getting bigger so his feelings aren’t hurt? At the thought, Jungkook wants to smack himself because the hyungs making him insecure about his body is ridiculous, downright laughable.
Still, the insecure part of him remains.
The group has spent years trying to be perfect for their fans - Jimin and Jungkook especially - to the point that accepting their flaws, specifically with their skin and weight was hard. At times like this, Jungkook needs a bit of a reminder.
“Hyung? Do you think I’m big?” The maknae fiddles with his now dead phone, yet he keeps alert of his hyung’s reaction in his peripheral vision. Yoongi is facing his computer with his back to Jungkook, but he knows the rapper is caught of guard by the sudden question.
“Hmm? What was that?” Yoongi turns around, confused.
“N-nothing. S-sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you or anything.” Jungkook is tired from dance practice and recording his parts for their comeback song and while he feels that he’s had a productive day, the comeback is draining him. Feeling like letting his guard down but not wanting to be completely alone in his room, he had come to the only person who would accept companionable silence. But now he wants the ground to slowly swallow him up for even thinking of bothering Yoongi with his nonsense.
Yoongi doesn’t reply and when a few minutes pass with awkward silence, Jungkook is about to stand up and bid him goodnight. His hyung, though, has another plan.
“C’mere, kid.”
Jungkook blinks. He stares at Yoongi’s unreadable expression. He doesn’t seem mad, but his posture looks tense.
Over the years, Jungkook knows how Yoongi would spoil him especially, would basically let the younger do anything to him, and in return Jungkook wouldn’t question anything the older asks for. So when Yoongi tells him to do something despite not answering his own question, Jungkook obediently stands up and goes to him.
Jungkook raises an eyebrow at the older when he takes the vocalist’s hand gently in his. The younger lets out an exaggerated ‘oof’ when Yoongi pulls him and positions him in his lap with his legs on either side of the elder’s thighs.
For being known as a man with a fiery temper and an even a fiery mouth, Yoongi’s touches are delicate towards his members, especially towards the maknae (as Jimin and Taehyung would sometimes complain), as if the bigger, more muscly boy is something precious.
Yoongi puts his hands on Jungkook’s waist, the rapper’s thumbs stroking him and thus making his face flush red. He always likes it when his hyungs put their hands on his ‘tiny waist’, as they like to call it.
“You are a big baby.” Yoongi hums, tone completely devoid of mocking and instead with filled fondness.
“Uh-”
“My baby.” Yoongi says with a gummy smile which makes Jungkook giggle, a sense of warmth now spreading in his chest. He puts his arms around his hyung’s shoulders and leans forward to hide his face in the elder’s neck. Despite the feeling of unease still lingering in his stomach, Jungkook feels comfortable and protected in Yoongi’s arms.
As Yoongi turns his chair around again to continue his work, Jungkook falls asleep in his lap with a smile.
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When they arrived home, the Bangtan members immediately order take out, letting the two eldest members have another night of well-earned rest from cooking for all of them. Practice was grueling that day, and most of the members have gone to sleep after showering and eating dinner. Jungkook, while tired, doesn’t feel sleepy enough for a good night’s rest. Years of practicing after hours or editing videos until late at night have unfortunately made him a night owl, making him unable to sleep at night unless he’s really tired. And he often has to pay for it by taking short period of naps during the day.
With his thoughts still running wild even though he is exhausted, Jungkook has decided to put on Iron Man, but even that doesn’t seem to be working in calming him down. The comeback is just around the corner. Are they prepared enough? Is he? Is he practicing enough? Has he mastered all the song’s choreography? Does he- does he look perfect for ARMY?
Jungkook hugs an RJ plushie - one of the many that he has stolen from Seokjin’s collections - closer to his chest. He really doesn’t want to be having these thoughts right now, but he couldn’t help it. He considers going up to Hoseok or Seokjin’s room to cuddle. Being in his hyung’s arms always makes him feel safe from his own treacherous thoughts.
They’re really tired, though. I don’t want to be selfish.
But if you can’t sleep, you’ll be even tired tomorrow and dance practice would be ruined. You’ll be a burden to your hyungs and the dance teachers then.
Jungkook is internally panicking, but thankfully one of his hyungs comes to his rescue.
“Heya, Jungkookie, what are we watching?” Jungkook startles out of his thoughts when he is met with a familiar heart-shaped smile.
“Hobi-hyung, you’re not asleep yet?”
“I can’t sleep! What better way to fall asleep than cuddling with my Jungkookie while having a movie marathon?” Hoseok plops down to the couch before gently but firmly pulling Jungkook into his lap. There is more than enough space on the couch but the elder seems to be satisfied having his dongsaeng’s back against his chest, making them as close as possible. Jungkook struggles half-heartedly but he eventually stops when Hoseok refuses to let him go sit anywhere else.
“Hyung,” He whines, “’m heavy.”
“Says who?” Jungkook tenses. He can’t see Hobi’s face, but from his tone, he could tell that his smile has turned upside down at the remark.
“I can bench-press you and Suga-hyung at the same time,”
“I’m not doubting that you can,” Jungkook feels kisses on the back of his neck and his body relaxes. “but right now I need a dose of my daily Kookie cuddles. I’m the judge of it and our position’s perfect. I don’t wanna move Jungkookie, don’t make me move~”
Hoseok’s arms around his waist hold him tighter and the kisses become frantic. Jungkook could only hide his red face in RJ’s fluffy skin as he groans, “Fine, hyung, just let me watch my movie.”
“Our movie! Now hit play again.”
The next morning they wake up with their bodies sore and a crick in their necks due to sleeping on the couch. Jungkook smiles anyway as they go to practice with his hand entwined with his Hobi-hyung’s.
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Jungkook wakes up feeling a bit hot but comfortable. He realizes he is currently in a maknae sandwich with his face snuggled comfortably in Jimin’s chest while Taehyung’s chest is pressed against his back. Then he moves and he immediately feels the soreness in his lower back.
His face flushes as he remembers last night. Jimin had fucked him while he was sucking on Taehyung’s cock. His own cock was neglected until his hyungs were both satisfied. They had edged him three times in the span of one and a half hours before he was allowed to come. And then he was overstimulated by Taehyung eating him out while jerking him off, making him come three times last night. He had gone from begging to come, only to beg for them to stop, though they knew how much he loves being manhandled and overstimulated like that.
Jungkook is stronger than both of them combined, but oh how he loves the feeling that had rushed through him the night before. Being tied up and held down by two of the most gorgeous people he knows, to be able to let go of everything and just let them have their way with his body. They give and give and give so much to Jungkook who couldn’t escape their ministrations. Their words, at first full of degradation that turned him on, then quickly changed into sweet praises when he was overwhelmed, making him feel small yet so safe. Their touches and words made him cry tears of pleasure as he was satiated.
As soon as they were done, Jimin had cleaned him up while Taehyung spread kisses allover his face, not giving a chance for him to be alone for even a second. They had fallen asleep in the same position that they would wake up in.
Feeling embarrassed yet happy at the memories from last night, Jungkook bites his lip to stop the big grin forming on his face. He fails anyway and buries his face back in Jimin’s chest while his thumb strokes the back of Taehyung’s hand that’s on his stomach.
Today is going to be a great day.
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Jungkook is trying to be quiet really, but there’s only so much noise one can hold while involuntarily letting out the contents of food one had consumed throughout the day.
His head is deep inside the toilet, his knuckles white from holding the white bowl too hard as he keeps vomiting and heaving for who knows how long. More minutes pass and Jungkook doesn’t think he could take it anymore. No, he can’t take it anymore. He needs help. He needs - “Hyung,”
He doesn’t know which hyung he wants (probably all of them), but as soon as he sobs out the word, a hand appears out of nowhere to brush his sweaty bangs away from his face while another rubs his back comfortingly.
“Hyungie, please,” Jungkook also doesn’t know what he actually needs, but thankfully Seokjin knows exactly what to do (like always) as he shushes him kindly and says, “It’s okay baby, hyung’s here. Just let it all out,”
At that, his stomach churns again and he goes for round three.
“I don’t feel so good, hyung.” Jungkook whimpers after he lifts his head from the mess.
“I know, baby, I know. I’m sorry you’re feeling awful right now,” Seokjin’s voice is so comforting and despite his aching stomach and head, he chooses to focus on the elder’s big, cool hand that is against his forehead to distract himself from the pain. “Do you think you’ll throw up again or are you done, Parker-ssi?”
Jungkook snorted before whining, “You’re awful-”
“Now that’s just the nausea talking.”
“-but I think I’m done. Don’t think I can stand, though, ‘m too dizzy”
“Not a problem, Darling.” Seokjin then picks him up from the floor slowly but firmly to help the maknae gurgle mouthwash to at least get rid of the smell of vomit from his mouth. It’s like he knows Jungkook couldn’t stand long enough to brush his teeth. As he helps the younger, Jin flushes the toilet. After that and Jungkook is done spitting out the chemicals in the sink, his hyung puts his arms around his shoulders and around the back of his knees, picking him up bridal style.
The motion makes him dizzy again for a second, but Jin had lifted him up so carefully that the queasiness disappears not long after. “Seokjin-hyung, ’m really heavy, are you sure you’re gonna be able to carry me to my bed?” Jungkook murmurs in Seokjin’s ear when the older grunts as he takes his dongsaeng’s weight.
“Please, you’re light as a plushie. You’ve got nothing on RJ, Kook-ah,”
While Seokjin chuckles at his own joke, Jungkook opts to putting his arms around his hyung’s broad shoulders and rubbing his pounding forehead against the elder’s neck.
“And tonight’s destination is my bed, JK. How about a thank you for your wonderful hyung that is so generous in lending you his bed?”
His sickness, whatever caused it makes Jungkook even more sensitive than usual it seems, as the young man feels tears gathering in his eyes. The thought of burdening his hyung with this makes him guilty. “But hyung, I don’t wanna be a bother,”
“Shush, Kook-ah. Pigs would fly before I even think you’re a bother do you hear me? Now hyung will handle this, okay?” He gently lays Jungkook down on his bed and reaches for an RJ plushie for the younger to hold. Seokjin’s serious face is a contrast to the cute stuff toy in his hand and Jungkook would laugh if not for the determined expression on the elder’s face.
“Okay.” Jungkook whispers while taking RJ in his arms and making himself comfortable in the warm bed. The pillows and sheets smell of Jin, making his agitation go away, and despite his still aching body Jungkook calms down.
“Now say ‘thank you, my most wonderful and handsome hyung in the whole wide world’.”
“Thank you, Seokjinie-hyung.”
“Not quite, but hyung will let you off this time.”
Not long after that, Seokjin disappears for a moment to grab a fresh t-shirt - Jin’s to Jungkook’s delight - because the one he was wearing was drenched with sweat, some fever reducer, a plain bread, a pack of saltine crackers and a bottle of water (which Jungkook manages to consume after Seokjin coaxes him while keeping him company with his anecdotes and jokes).
Afterwards, Jungkook lays holding RJ in his chest while he is held by Seokjin, his back against the elder’s chest.
“Hyung, could you sing me to sleep?”
“Aish, this brat,” Seokjin playfully groans before kissing the crown of his head, “any requests?”
“Moon.”
Both Jungkook and Seokjin glance at the full moon outside which is peeking in between the curtains. “And people say I’m the joker in this group.”
“Hyungie,”
“Okay, JK, but I expect payment after this.”
“Hmn, love you 3000, hyung.”
“Love you 3000 times a million, baby.”
Jungkook sighs in satisfaction as Seokjin starts to hum his song, his hyung’s melodic voice and the warm hand rubbing his stomach lulling him to dreamless sleep.
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Jungkook is sitting on the couch in silence, the finished film he had put on two hours before now lay abandoned in front of him.
“Jungkook-ah? You’re still awake?” The young man turns his head towards the door and he watches as his leader’s sleepy eyes become alert and frantic. “Oh- oh no, what happened?”
The man in question only raises his eyebrow, confused as to why his hyung is approaching him with a worried face and with his hands flailing about as if he doesn’t know what to do. “You’re crying, Kook-ah,”
Jungkook then lifts his hand, and indeed there were tears on his fingertips after he had brushed his cheek.
“Tell hyung what happened?” Namjoon asks with patience but his nervousness showed on his face and Jungkok wants to smack himself.
“Oh. Oh, no! No, hyung, it’s fine- I’m fine.” Namjoon doesn’t look convinced. He gently removes Jungkook’s hands that are trying to wipe his own tears away and takes the maknae’s face in his hands to brush his tears with his own thumbs.
“Your cheeks are wet with tears, baby.”
Even though he is enjoying the attention being given to him, Jungkook pouts. “I really am fine, though. Was only watching a movie.”
The thumbs stop moving and Jungkook is suddenly worried that the older would chastise him for making him alarmed over nothing, but seconds pass, and the gentle motion continues. It’s funny, almost ironic that Namjoon who usually makes a mess out of stuff and even ‘destroys’ things sometimes, is holding Jungkook’s face like it’s something precious.
“You’re precious, Kook-ah,”
A blink. “Are you a mind reader now, hyung?”
A chuckle. “If I ever become one, I’ll tell you and the others first thing, okay? What did you watch that made you like this, hmm? Was it the Anime film with the bells?”
Jungkook shook his head. “Nah, it was Love 911, with the firefighters. I haven’t watched it in a while and I wasn’t tired enough to sleep.” Comeback period had thankfully ended, and even though their schedules are still packed, Bangtan could finally breathe for a moment. Tomorrow and the day after are long-awaited days off, so Jungkook who was too lazy to get into video editing tonight, chose to watch a movie.
Something flickers in Namjoon’s eyes for a moment, and when Jungkook is about to ask what it was, his hyung gives him a dimpled smile. He stops breathing for a moment.
“Cute.”
Another pout. “Hyung,”
“It’s past 2 AM, though, so let’s sleep, alright?” Namjoon clicks the off button making the TV shut off before he stands up. He goes to the kitchen for a moment to drink a glass of water (probably the reason he is up in the middle of the night before Jungkook distracted him) and comes back to Jungkook’s side to offer his hand. Jungkook takes the hand offered to him and both males go their way down the hall.
But then Namjoon suddenly stops walking and turns to the younger man. Jungkook is caught off guard by his hyung’s piercing gaze.
“May I kiss you, Jungkook-ah?” It’s both funny and endearing that despite being boyfriends for years, Namjoon still asks for permission. In reality, all of Jungkook’s hyungs kiss him differently. Seokjin likes to kiss him after they have their banters or when both of them are tired from play fighting. Yoongi would kiss him when he thinks Jungkook is asleep or is too focused with his video games. Hoseok enjoys kissing his neck more than his lips, but he often kisses Jungkook when he’s excited or when they just finished their exhausting choreography. Jimin likes to point at his own pink plump lips while cutely asking, “Kookie, kiss?”, and Taehyung would appear out of nowhere, circling his long arm around Jungkook’s lithe waist from behind while tilting the younger man’s head just enough so he could catch his lips. He loves each of their kisses nonetheless, all special in their own ways.
“Of course, hyung, you don’t need to ask.” The older smiles knowingly, and Jungkook understands that this won’t be the last time Namjoon asks for his permission.
Their lips meet and Jungkook moans softly at the warmth Namjoon’s plump lips provide. The rapper places his hands on Jungkook’s waist, his thumbs stroking him through his sweater making the younger grip Namjoon’s shoulders harder. Namjoon licks his bottom lip, again asking for permission and Jungkook gives it by opening his mouth and letting his hyung take control of the kiss.
Jungkook will never get used to this: being kissed at the hallway of their home by his then boy crush and now boyfriend in a tender, loving, careful way, like Jungkook is something that he treasures.
He yelps when Namjoon’s hands suddenly moves from his waist to the back of his thighs, ultimately lifting him up from the ground. The younger flails before latching his arms around Namjoon’s shoulders and circling his legs around the elder’s waist to balance both of them.
“Joonie-hyung- mmh” The dancer’s eyes widens before closing shut, fireworks exploding behind them as Namjoon once again licks his mouth open, this time with more vigor to explore the walls inside his mouth. Jungkook whimpers when the elder sucks his tongue and pushes his back against the wall.
Fuck fuck fuck, this is Jungkook’s dream come true. Being lifted up by Namjoon - big, strong, much more muscly Namjoon because of the hours he puts in working out more during the pandemic - with both his hands and then being kissed by him. Jungkook could die happy now.
Seconds, minutes, hours pass before both men pull away to breathe properly. “H-hyung?”
“I love you, Kook-ah. All of us love you, so much.”
Jungkook bites his lowers lip, trying and failing to contain his grin as bouts of happiness shroud throughout his body. “I love you too, hyung. I love all of you. You make me happy.”
People would think both of them are strange people, with their grinning and laughing like lovesick idiots in the hallway. But it doesn’t matter, because Jungkook feels perfect - is perfect in his hyungs’ arms.
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