𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

.cuddle.

Requested by @thatonegaymexican

Summary: sister is stressed and baby Kookie is there to help lmao

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"Wait, again please?"

All the other guys simultaneously groan at my request. I was too used to it at that point. I needed to make sure my dancing was perfect.

"Just practice on your own", Yoongi sighed and laid down on the couch. Pursing my lips, I grabbed my phone and played Idol again. My body pushed as hard as I made it, my throat started to sore as I belted out my voice, making sure it sounded clear and stable. It was the Grammys we were performing at, flaws could not be accepted.

"Noona", I heard Jungkook from the back. I glanced through the mirror and he stood there fumbling with a water bottle in hand. "Take a break."

"I'm okay", I quickly breathed out before jumping for the dance break. My mind suddenly blanked, and I stood frozen on the spot. Crying to myself, I grabbed my phone and played back where I messed up.

"Marinnie", Jungkook spoke up again but this time held his hands over mine, covering my screen. "Stop."

I grunted as I pulled away, not wanting to listen to him. He sighed. The boys know I get sensitive when they try stop me from fixing my errors. No matter how many hours I go through without a break, I wouldn't go down without a quarrel. I'm stubborn like that.

"Angel there's no point in pushing yourself if you're gonna tire yourself out. Take a break", Jin said sitting on the ground. I wanted to cry on the spot, but only whimpered as my hands dropped to my sides.

"Aigoo my noona is getting stressed", Jungkook cooed with his bunny smile plastered on, lifting my chin up slightly with his index finger. I nodded my head away from his touch and pouted towards the ground, embarrassed. He closed the gap between us and enveloped me in a hug.

"It's okay. I know you're stressed for the Grammys." Jungkook stroked the top of my head lovingly. "You'll do great. We all will."

"Doesn't look like I'm doing great", I murmured. My crossed arms had dropped, but they didn't bother on trying to hug Jungkook back. His huge frame practically was swallowing my figure whole.

"That's cause you were tiring yourself out, baby", he chuckled. I lightly slapped his muscular arm and said nothing. He pulled me down so I was now lying on top of him. My cheek rested on his chest.

"What are you doing?", I asked, my words sounded almost like baby-talk due to my cheek squishing out.

"I'm making you relax. Also I wanna cuddle my baby." I slapped him again this time on his chest.

"Yah I'm older than you, show some respect", I scolded half-heartedly but I actually really didn't mind. "What's with the 'baby' name calling anyways?"

Jungkook's chest bounced as he laughed softly. "You are my baby aren't you? My noona's like a little baby."

This time I didn't bother to hit him again. I curled up into his arms this time as he rubbed circles on my back.

"Wow you guys are just acting like we aren't here at all", Jin sarcastically commented from the back.