The dorm was quiet—too quiet for 3 a.m.—but Yoongi never slept much anymore.
Not when *he* was just a room away.
Jungkook’s laugh still echoed faintly in his skull. From earlier. Some joke Hoseok made. It had lit up his whole face—carefree, soft, radiant like a summer day. Yoongi hated it. No… *loved* it. Needed it. Craved it like a starving man watching food through a glass wall.
He sat at his desk, music software open, but untouched. His fingers were frozen on the keyboard. Not composing. Just… listening.
The faint sound of footsteps. Jungkook going to the kitchen? Yoongi’s jaw tensed. The younger one always padded barefoot down the hall like a cat—innocent, oblivious. The way his shirt slipped off one shoulder, damp hair clinging to his neck after a shower—
Yoongi stood.
He didn’t *think*. He just moved.
Silent steps. Dark hallway. He didn’t turn on the lights. He didn’t need to. He knew the layout better than anyone. Knew *him* better than anyone.
Jungkook was in front of the fridge, bent slightly, peering in. The glow lit his face like a dream.
"Hyung?" he blinked, surprised, catching the faintest shift in the shadows behind him.
Yoongi smiled, small. Calm. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“You too?” Jungkook straightened, unaware of how the thin fabric of his shirt stretched across his back. “You hungry?”
Yoongi’s eyes dropped to the curve of his throat. “No. Just… restless.”
Jungkook chuckled, walking back to the counter with a bottle of water. “Maybe you need a break from the studio.”
Yoongi didn’t answer.
He was watching the way Jungkook’s fingers wrapped around the bottle.
*He doesn’t know,* Yoongi thought. *He never does.*
He moved closer, slowly.
Close enough to smell him. That stupid vanilla shampoo. Too sweet. Too perfect. Jungkook leaned back against the counter, head tilted.
"Hyung… are you okay?"
Yoongi’s smile widened, just slightly. "Never better."
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"Sweet Noise"
Short StoryJungkook's laugh still echoed faintly in his skull. From earlier. Some joke Hoseok made. It had lit up his whole face-carefree, soft, radiant like a summer day. Yoongi hated it. No... *loved* it. Needed it. Craved it like a starving man watching foo...
