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"Can you sleep with me?"
I gave a strangled croak, my body rolling off the couch and onto the hard floor with a muffled bang.
I pushed myself into a sitting position and fixed Jungkook with the most perverted look I could muster this late at night.
His doe eyes widened significantly as he caught on to where my mind was drifting, shaking his head adamantly at my muted suggestion.
The dark haired boy's protests were quickly silenced by my body launching onto his with the force of a large puppy.
"What the fu-"
"No hetero," I stated simply, cuddling my face into the new source of warmth I had discovered.
"Stop acting so excited, weirdo," he muttered, noting the large smile present on my face.
"It was too quiet. I can't sleep in the quiet." I pressed the side of my head against his chest, the thumping of his heart drowning out the loud silence.
He didn't say anything, just gave a deep sigh and shifted into a more comfortable position.
"Why can't you sleep?" I asked, unable to just lay there and do nothing.
"I don't know, maybe because you won't stop talking," he stated coldly, causing me to retract slightly.
Damn, okay.
I couldn't help but grumble and shift away from him, even though he wasn't completely wrong.
Jungkook gave a deep and weary sigh as if he's been holding it in for an eternity.
"Ever since before I collapsed I've been getting these nightmares," he began in a whisper, wrapping himself around my detached form.
"Nightmares?" I questioned, my curiosity peaked.
"It always starts differently, whether it be at practice or playing overwatch, but it always ends the same, me never being good enough," his voice cracked a little at the end, making me unconsciously reach up and squeeze his fingertips.
"Earlier today was the best I've slept in months, I thought maybe it had something to do with you..." Jungkook whispered, dragging the last of his sentence out in a warm halt.
"Hehe, Jungkook."
"Don't start."
Too late.
"You think I'm special," I lowered my voice into my sexy man voice, tilting my face so he could see my wiggling eyebrows.
"I never even-"
"Shut up, let me have this!"
He gave a strangled laugh, as if he was trying to hold it in, the sound giving me a full rush of giddiness.
"Hey, Aemin?" He asked softly.
"Yeah?"
"It's been almost two hours since you cried, why do you still look like a tomato?"
He gave a loud cackle, evil laughter rumbling through his chest.
Little shit.
"It been decades, why hasn't your face grown to fit your giant ass nose and teeth?" I quipped back, unable to hold back the smile turning my cheeks up.
"You know what else is giant," he rumbled suggestively against the shell of my ear.
"Your ego."
He gave a snort, pulling playfully at my hair.
"You really aren't like most girls, are you Park Aemin?" Jeon Jungkook breathed softly into my ear.
"I'd have to agree," I paused for dramatic effect, "most girls don't have a bigger dick than you."
I burst into an explosive set of laughter, a sharp pain expanding across my stomach from the sheer force of it, soon Jungkook's beautiful breaking glass laughter joining mine until we were both mere inches apart.
Our breath mingled, tears caught in the corners of our eyes as we slowly calmed down, the world spinning around us as we simply existed in perfect harmony.
"Jungkook? Are we, uh, friends?" I couldn't help but ask awkwardly, my eyes fluttering shut as soon as the untethered words flew from my mouth, the ground I had built beneath us falling apart in an instant.
His silence was louder than anything he could have said.
"I'm around you for so long, why does it always feel like I'm alone? Let me in, Jungkook, please."
I was just so tired.
"The fewer people you keep around you, the fewer that could hurt you," he whispered slowly, both of us gravitating towards each other, closer with each word.
"People will always hurt you, but the fewer people you have around the fewer that could heal you, I learned that the hard way."
I could feel my eyes grow heavier and laid on his arm, warmth expanding through me.
I could feel the soft brush of his fingers against my bandaged up arm, shocks of tenderness darting down from the touch.
"Well, I guess all I can do now is hope that you don't hurt me," his mellifluous voice grew heavier as I felt him slacken around me, my consciousness tumbling down after his.
* * *
I could feel their love and friendship from what felt like a universe away, the engulfing expanse of want tingling at my fingertips. There were seven other beating hearts in the room, but all I could feel was my own, and that's how it's supposed to be.
But I crave any touch, I can't just see, I have to feel.
Maybe that's why I feel so alone, even when I'm completely surrounded by people.
I didn't want to see the warmth and happiness in their eyes, not when I can't feel it.
It was a selfish thought, but it rang true nonetheless.
"By the way Jungkook, your doctor said you're going to have to stay for a month, so we should start settling you in."
My lord and savior, Namjesus.
"I can go get his stuff now!" I yelled, my voice reaching a desperate octave as I shot to my feet, almost twisting my ankle in the process.
"Are you sure you'll be okay by yourself?" I couldn't help the soft grin spreading across my face at Jungkook's considerate words, a fluffy feeling expanding through my entire body.
"I'll be okay."
"Not like that, I mean will you be able to carry my PC with those spaghetti arms of yours," he clarified seriously, wiping off any remnants of a grin I had left.
"You litt-"
"I'll go with her," Yoongi's crisp voice expanded through the room, the cold fire of panic settling across my brain as I processed the words.
"I was just joking, Hyung," Jungkook started, his dark eyes catching my anxious ones.
Yoongi simply ignored him, grabbing his keys and sauntering out the room while I just stood, completely rooted in place.
I forced myself to turn on my heel, unwillingly following behind Min Yoongi with slow sluggish movements.
I examined his relaxed, casual steps, the way he walked with silent confidence while simultaneously slouching his shoulders in a subtle curve.
Maybe he actually just wants to help me move just Jungkook's stuff.
He froze suddenly.
I lied, abort mission, abort mission, he's gonna murder-
Nevermind, he's just tying his shoes, it's fine, I have everything under control.
I released a loud breath, clutching at my chest dramatically.
I needed to calm the fuck down before I end up running away screaming bloody murder.
He literally looks like a kitten, why am I so scared of him?
On a second note, bad guys in movies are usually incredibly fine so...
Yeah, I should just add an extra foot away from him.
We stepped outside, the crisp air dancing across my skin as I made my way towards the parking lot.
I silently slipped into the large, black car, a feeling of dread rising up my gut and filled my throat with acid.
We didn't speak, the only sound in the car being the obnoxious thumping of my heart.
I was nervous, so before I knew it, something was rising up my throat and expelling into the air in the form of a string of words.
"Straws just has one really long hole, not two!"
Yoongi jerked almost imperceptibly as I blabbered the first thing that popped into my fricked up mind.
"You know a room gets smaller every time you paint it!" I added fiddling with my fingers.
"I don't care," was his simple, yet rude, response.
My mouth puckered in annoyance, my eyes squinting angrily.
Hoe.
My eyes caught something across the street, a rush filling my skin.
"Oh! Do you mind pulling over for a minute, I need to grab something from the convenience store."
He simply jerked the car into an open space without even sparing me a glance.
"Thank you!" I ran into the store with purpose, only taking about five minutes to get back into the car.
I couldn't keep the broad smile off my face as I cradled the bottle of banana milk between my palms.
It was kind I knew Jungkook liked, and when we passed the store I couldn't help myself from grabbing him one.
And Yoongi realized exactly what I was doing.
"You're exactly like her," he whispered with his voice dark and gravely.
"Excuse me?" I questioned.
"What the fuck do you want from us!" he suddenly burst out, surprise ricocheting across my body from the abrupt rise in volume.
I stayed quiet.
Whenever my mom was really mad I've learned to hold my tongue.
"Stay the fuck away from Jungkook! What do you want from him, you bitch!"
Fuck it.
I turned to scream back at him, my rage to explode into a torrent of nasty words.
But the words died on my tongue when my eyes met his glistening eyes, beneath the resentment swirled protectiveness... and hurt?
"How dare you? You show up in his life, making yourself an important part of it just to rip yourself away from him."
"Stop," was all I said.
"Answer me! What are you trying to get from him!? I'll do whatever it is!" Yoongi's incandescent voice turned softer, reaching a slightly desperate octave I hadn't heard from him.
It didn't matter though, I was still furious.
"I want you guys to stop putting someone else's past fucking mistakes on me!" I exploded into a screech, anger setting my skin on fire.
"I have a family, Yoongi, I need to love and be loved, and Jungkook is the only fucking person in that hellhole that lets me do even a little of that. I like being around him, I like coddling him, and I especially like that he gives me even a quarter of his time!" I screamed, watching surprise flicker across Min Yoongi's usually cool face.
I knew what I was saying was incredibly pathetic, but quite honestly, I gave no shits anymore.
"Look at my arms!" I rolled up my sleeves, shoving my bandaged up arm into his face.
"I'm trying so hard to just be even a little bit accepted into this household! But it's never enough!"
"All I want from Jungkook is his fucking friendship, but I guess that's too expensive, right?" I gave a rancorous laugh, my entire body shaking in hysteria.
"What did she even do?" I asked after my hysterical fit.
"That none of your business," he responded, causing my eyes to narrow into a sharp glare.
"No, you made it my business when you started acting like I was the one who screwed you guys over!"
He held my eyes for a moment before melting his cold exterior the slightest bit at the new redness around my eyes.
I have a tendency to cry in front of people.
But I don't see it as a weakness, more of strength actually, I was strong enough to be vulnerable around someone else because I know I'm strong enough to build myself up back up again.
"Her name was Park Nari, and she ruined us," he whispered dramatically.
"Okay... aren't you going to elaborate?" I asked, unable to keep the sass out of my voice.
"She was like you, you know. She did everything with so much care, she smiled a lot too, hell she even looks like you." It was almost as if he drifted to somewhere else, his eyes going dull and far away.
"We fell in love with her almost instantly, and we thought she fell in love with us as well."
I couldn't help taking a shuddering breath as a tear dripped off the tip of my nose at his oncoming words.
"We were wrong," his voice took on an extra edge, the sound cutting into my skin even though it wasn't even directed at me.
"I was wrong," he breathed the words underneath his breath, but I still caught it.
"There was just something so honest about her, something so real, and before I knew it, I was head over heels in love with her. So, I dated her." He gave a bitter little snort.
"She did so much to us without most of us even realizing it was her, well, all of us except Jungkook."
Wait, what?
"She set up plagiarism scandals, leaked photos, sold pictures of us without our permission, and so much more. Anyway, she and Jungkookie were really, really close, so he was bound to figure out."
"Why didn't he say anything," I whispered from beneath the thickness of my throat.
"It turned out she took a video of us and blackmailed Jungkook with it." His words stunted my thinking for split second.
What the fuck kind of bitchass, nasty, stinky lookin-
"It got too far at some point, she tried to set up a drug scandal against Jungkook and he knew he had to tell us, but she came through with her threat and released the video." His already pale skin glowed even paler as the blood drained from his knuckles while he clenched at the steering wheel.
"He blamed the entire thing on himself, it made him think he didn't do enough, that he wasn't enough, and so he threw himself into work as if he alone could fix everything that had happened."
I was about to tell him I forgave him for isolating me, tell him I'll do my best to help Jungkook.
Then he spoke.
"And somehow, you seduced him as well."
Bitch, what the fuck?
"Okay, first off, calm your titties, I am not her, I will never be like her, I will never do what she did. I understand that you can't trust me yet, but you need to stop being such a little bitch towards me and suck it the fuck up because I haven't done anything," I growled, glaring daggers into his pale face.
Simply fueled by my pettiness I added, "Now, turn around, I'm tired and I want to take a nap with Jungkook."
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A/N
OOOOOFF THIS WAS A LONG ONE (LIKE MY DIC-)
ANYWAY SO I FINALLY SPILLED ALL THE TEA, SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG
FUN FACT I WAS GONNA MAKE THIS A CLIFFHANGER TOO BUT I FELT BAD
ALSO GUYS WHAT THE ACTUAL FRICK DO YOU MEAN 2K READS
LIKE UM
THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH IT ACTUALLY MEANS THE WORLD AHHHH
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