JUNGKOOK'S POV
I stood in the balcony, staring at the sky, just staring, I had nothing particular in my mind. Usually people would talk about stars or the moon on such a beautiful night but my thoughts were stationed on the very studio scene of Soo singing.
His vocal color was somewhat like Jimin Hyung. It was soothing and pleasing to ear, breathy but not too much. I wonder why he didn't become a singer.
Suddenly I sensed a presence behind me, I turned around to see Soo.
"Hyung? You're here too," he asked walking to stand by my side, leaning slightly to the railing. What does he think, I am a ghost?
I nodded mutely. "What are you doing here at two in the morning?" I asked.
"Just could not sleep. You?"
"Me too."
He was looking towards the scenery that stretched over our heads while I was looking at him.
Chiseled jaw line, a dainty nose and midnight black hair that obscured his little forehead. He had quarter-moon eyebrows and sea shell shaped ears. I don't know why I was noticing him so intently, I was just doing.
He abruptly looked towards me and my heart fluttered when his virility - brown eyes met with mine. What's happening with me?
"What were you thinking?" He asked and I gulped. What was I thinking? I don't know!
"Nothing. What are you thinking?" I asked instead. He shrugged, and now I cannot believe how petite he actually is. His T-shirt is as if hanged upon him, it's shoulders on his biceps.
"Oh that's a shooting star," he said and immediately closed his eyes asking for something. Cute. Wait what?
"What did you ask for?" I was unreasonably curious.
He smiled and shook his head, gesturing that he's not telling me.
"Have you ever thought of being a singer instead of just a beatboxer?" I asked.
"Yeah. But not now."
"Why?"
"I cannot miss this opportunity. I needed it," he replied calmly, his eyes still set on the scenery. Like dude, I admit that our balcony provides an exclusive view of Seoul but you've got the Golden Maknae here. Why do I even want it?
"Is there anything you want to do other than singing?" He asked.
"Sometimes."
"Like...?"
"Sometimes I'm overwhelmed with the insatiable desire to learn. To know astronomy and geography and language and architecture; to recognize each constellation, planet, and star; to speak and understand all languages, be able to decipher ancient Greek and Latin text; to grow my understanding of how the human body works; study the differences and similarities of each religion; recognize the use for each herb and seed and sapling.
I want to better myself, not for fame or recognition or power. I just want to understand," I responded with a very deep tone. I somehow was drifted to this mood.
"What about you? How do you wanna live your life?"
He chuckled lightly, "I am not at all ambitious like you." Dude is this funny? We are like brothers and you are turning this into a complete gay shit by smiling like that!
"Still..."
"I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I'll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I've got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite. It's like I wanna do everything for nothing," he answered with a delicate tone.
I was second hand impressed by his way of thinking, though it was contrary to mine. I am someone who would like thrill till the end of time while he is someone who just wants peace. But don't opposites attract? What am I even thinking?
I slightly slapped my cheek to get back to reality and to my very dismay, he noticed.
"What happened Hyung?"
"I guess there was a mosquito-" the sound of my stomach growling interrupted me.
He laughed jubilantly while an embarrassed blush crept my cheeks.
"I am hungry, damn!" I whined.
"Should I cook something for you?"
"You can? Are you sure you won't burn the dorm down?"
He winked with a broad smile and that made me statued. I don't know what I was feeling just my heart beating like drums something that sounded like Believer by Imagine dragons?
He walked inside towards the kitchen and I followed him.
"What do you wanna eat?" He asked.
"I think ramyeon would be fine."
He frowned, placing his hands on his hips, "Jin Hyung said it's not good eating ramyeon at night. It will leave your face swollen."
"Ahh... It's fine I am saying Jin Hyung just blabs-"
"Huh? What my baby maknae?" A voice came from behind and my eyes widened in apprehension.
Jin Hyung came from behind, his brows raised and a questioning look on his face, "What do I do?"
"I was just telling Soo that Jin Hyung thinks the best for us so, we should not eat ramyeon at night. While this little kid was protesting," I pointed out towards him but to my dismay, Hyung caught me by my ear, pulling it.
"Ahhh... Hyung..."
"Lying at my face Bunnyboy?"
"I am not bunnyboy!"
Wrong move. He twisted my ear and I yelped. He let go of it, smiling. I looked past him, Soo was also giggling. Arghh! What the facemask!
"What are you guys doing here?" He asked.
"We could not sleep and Jungkookie Hyung was hungry," he responded.
Jungkookie? Why does it sound so cute when he says it? Probably cause he has a baby voice.
"Can you cook like this?" He asked Soo and it was when I realised his bandaged foot. Hell! How can I be that inconsiderate?
He smiled instead and nodded, "I can Hyung. Do you wanna join?"
"Why would I refuse if I get a free midnight snack?" He smiled, sitting on the dining table.
"I'll help you," I insisted.
"You never do," Jin Hyung interrupted.
"I do help. I am good boy!"
"No. V is a good boy. You are... Umm..." He paused.
"International playboy," Soo completed and chuckled.
I smirked subconsciously, "this playboy wanna help you. You should be grateful mister."
He softly giggled and nodded.
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SUGA'S POV
My slumber broke in the middle of the night due to my dry throat. I looked around and she wasn't there. Honestly, she is such a headache, always running around and then hiding like Jerry the mouse.
As I went out towards the kitchen, I saw her dead asleep on one of the dining table chairs. Her left cheek flat on the table, her mouth, slightly ajar and her hair were all over the place.
Jungkook though, was standing beside her as if thinking something deeply.
"What are you doing?" I asked. He looked up towards me and pointed towards her, "How should I pick him up without disturbing his sleep?"
"Why do you wanna? Leave him be."
"Hyung?! That can give him a backache."
"Then wake him up."
"He already couldn't sleep earlier. What if he had insomnia? That's practically insensitive."
Insomnia? This girl has literally caused all sorts of problems because of her erratic sleeping schedule.
"Just leave him be," I adviced to which he didn't heed. I watched him standing beside her and placing a hand under her legs while other was about to wrap around her chest when I yelled, "stop!"
Jungkook was taken aback by the sudden high pitched voice as he stood back up, confused.
"I'll take him."
"Huh?"
"I am going that way, anyhow," I blubbered in haste, measuring my way upto her.
"Why-"
Before he could complete his sentence, I picked her up swiftly. She was way too light. My one hand being under her knees and another on her back, making sure that I don't touch her anywhere sensitive.
Why am I doing this again?
As I entered back my room, I was about to lay her down on the bed when her eyes fluttered open. Seriously, couldn't have been just five minutes before?
I panicked in that instant and gulped as her squinted eyes met mine. I practically dropped her on the bed from that height as I could feel heat travelling to my ears.
"Ouch," she whimpered and I looked back at her now holding her foot. Did I by chance hurt her? Obviously I did.
"Are you okay? What happened?" I asked, sitting beside her.
She looked upto me, and then the surroundings and immediately composed herself, standing up from the bed.
"Thank you Hyung," she said in a haste, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She ran out on one leg out of the room in not more than a second leaving me smiling.
She was the Jerry of the cartoon indeed.