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Jungkook literally spent four hours in the dance room on his own. When he gets the tiniest thing wrong, his mind won't let go of it. He plows on and on and won't stop until it's perfect.
When he nearly topples over—not once, but twice—at the Seoul Music Awards Yoongi's boyfriend anxiety kicks into full swing.
The show ends and they escape into the waiting black SUVs, and Yoongi pats the space next to him.
"Kook, lay down? Will you rest your head on me?"
Yoongi's pleading tone seems to do the trick into convincing him. Yoongi has learned to make it seem like he needs it so Jungkook doesn't get mad about babying him. But it's not babying, it's loving.
Jungkook lies down in the back with Yoongi, Hoseok in the seat in front of them, and settles his head on Yoongi's thigh. Immediately, he lets out a long heaving sigh. He's exhausted. Yoongi's frown deepens and he cards his fingers through Jungkook's hair. His locks are crisp and sticky at the same time, a combination of years of bleach and hair products.
It doesn't matter. Jungkook is beautiful just as he is.
Even though it's his bullheaded stubbornance that's gonna do him one day. He never does anything by the halfs.
"You gotta sleep, Kook-ah," Yoongi whispers, bending over and brushing his lips against his ear softly. "You gotta take care of yourself."
Jungkook makes a noncommittal humming sound and Yoongi continues to stroke his hair softly. Lets his fingers trail over the other's cheeks, his jaw, the curve of his nose. Jungkook likes this, he knows. It's made him fall asleep many nights before. Gentle touches they say I'm here, I love you, I got you.
When they're home at last Yoongi supports Jungkook up the stairs to his room.
Jungkook attempted to crash on the couch but Yoongi had leapt in front of him, hooking his arm over Yoongi's shoulders, saying, "Nah, Kook. You need a real bed. The couch is shit for your back."
The trudge up and into his room, Jungkook collapsing immediately onto his blankets. Yoongi smiles at him, a lump of muscles and designer clothes and the cutest face, and goes to help Jungkook with his pants and button-down. Yoongi has him roll onto his back, shoving a pillow beneath his head, and removes his jacket and belt. Jungkook squirms out of the pants and removes the shirt, throwing it them at Yoongi.
Jungkook immediately curls into a ball and Yoongi pulls the blankets over him, unable to resist pecking his cheek in the process.
He brings up water and a bowl of blueberries and snack puffs in case Jungkook wakes up into the middle of the night starving. It goes on the bedside beside some vitamins Jungkook needs to take when he wakes.
Eventually, Yoongi is able to undress himself, scrub his face clean, and climb into bed next to his boyfriend.
Jungkook must sense his presence in his sleep because he migrates closer, grabbing tight to Yoongi's waist and snuggling his face in the older's chest. Normally, Yoongi is cuddled up small and fragile in Jungkook but tonight is different. Lots of these nights recently have been different.
Jungkook's expected to release his solo album by June and he's been working relentlessly on it. He's stubbornly trying to make as much of it himself as possible, saying, "I gotta be like Namjoon-hyung, like Hoseok-hyung, like you." And Yoongi had simply massaged his shoulders as he sat at a monitor, staring at the layers of guitar and baby synths Jungkook was exploring with.
Right now it's most important Jungkook rests himself. Recharges his body. Clears his mind. Gets warmth and energy from Yoongi as he snuggles him. But most importantly, that he sleeps.