Jungkook's wisdom teeth

just as jungkook finally dozes off (after lying in bed, feeling sorry for himself), the front door to the dorm is thrown in and in walk the six boys. jungkook sighs from frustration, cringing at the pain that throbs in his jaw as a result of the slight movement of his jaw that the deep exhale of breath had caused. tears well up in jungkook’s eyes, tears of frustration and anger, and as he starts to sit up his body decides it suddenly has a mind of his own, and the tears freely cascade down his cheeks.

he’s already embarrassed, weakly bringing his right arm up and–with a bit too much aggression–wiping his flushed face as fast as he can. usually jungkook doesn’t particularly mind crying in front of his hyungs, but now that he’s fresh out of surgery and relies on them for everything, he already feels weak and burdensome. crying only adds into the mix to create a frustrated kookie.

as the door gently creaks open and a kind face pokes in, jungkook is already promising whoever enters his room that he’s sorry for missing practice, but that tomorrow he’ll be up and ready to go. jungkook doesn’t even have time to register who’s at the door before he’s mumbling out around the gauze stuffed into his already-puffy cheeks. “i’m thorry, i–”

“jungkook?” it’s taehyung, and he looks alarmed at seeing jungkook in such a state. tears running down his face, tousled black hair an absolute mess, the blankets thrown over him an even bigger disaster. taehyung notices the way jungkook cringes, and taehyung internally weeps for him as he knows it must hurt so much for him to talk.

“sh,” taehyung keens, steps into the room, and gently clicks the door shut behind him. the older boy is at jungkook’s side in an instant, smoothing the blankets against the mattress and gently pushing jungkook back onto his back. “why’s kookie crying, hm?”

jungkook tries so hard to talk, to explain himself and apologize for his laziness. he hates missing practice and staying home by himself for the whole day, feeling so miserable, is the worst feeling. he’s missed his hyungs, he hates feeling so weak and useless, and he hates being in so much pain. taehyung quickly realizes that jungkook is unable to mutter out more than a few syllables, but that’s okay because taehyung just knows. jungkook can let out a breath of relief now, because taehyung knows him well enough to understand what the problem is and jungkook couldn’t be more grateful than he is right now.

“you’re upset because you missed practice, aren’t you?” taehyung asks in a quiet volume that’s just above a whisper, honey dripping from his voice. “hey, can i sit?”

jungkook nods, then slowly scoots himself over to make room in his bed. taehyung wants to squeeze, and touch, and coo, and kiss jungkook’s puffy cheeks, and the top of his head, but the older boy decides that he can coo over jungkook’s natural cuteness another time when he can see how miserable jungkook is. without another moment’s hesitation, taehyung lifts the covers and slides his way in beside the maknae, and for some reason both boys interpret ‘can i sit?’ as ‘wanna cuddle?” and it is then that their bodies are pressed against one another, legs automatically tangling together.

jungkook moves to rest his head on taehyung’s chest, but he quickly realizes that’s a bad idea as he’s putting weight omg his jaw, but taehyung–he’s so good–he takes care of it and adjusts their bodies so jungkook can lay however he wants while still being comfortable. jungkook’s tears only halt for a moment as taehyung envelopes and curls around him as best as he can, and honestly jungkook loves how sheltered and protected he feels and he just wants to stay like this forever. taehyung brings his hand up and starts petting jungkook, gently twirling and twisting little random strands of hair. taehyung is content, basking in the vanilla shampoo flooding his nostrils, and honestly this is the cherry on top for jungkook. speaking of the younger boy, he purrs, giving a small hum of appreciation for the touch.

“we missed you today, but it’s okay because you deserve rest,” taehyung tells him. jungkook sniffles, giving a weak shake of his head. the tears come back, and taehyung doesn’t even bat an eye as a patch of his shirt is soaked through. taehyung continues to stroke, and doing this starts to calm jungkook down. “you just had the surgery yesterday, kook. let your body recover.”

“but–”

“stop talking, please. hyung can tell you’re hurting,” taehyung cuts him off, has sympathy for his post-surgery mouth. “did you take medicine?”

“mhm,” jungkook whimpers. he makes a move to wipe his face, but taehyung beats him to it and the older boy is gingerly dabbing the tears away. “why’re you crying?” taehyung asks again. “i told you, it’s okay, kook. you can return to practice in a few days. we–i–need you to be healed.”

jungkook whines now that taehyung’s diligent fingers have left his hair, and the older boy quickly understands the sound and returns to his heavenly ministrations. “i hate seeing you like this,” taehyung brushes the hair out of jungkook’s eyes and then smooths it down to the side. “so, please, let your body recover at its own pace.” jungkook nods, he tries to stop crying, but it just feels so good to finally unload all of his worries and frustration. he starts to feel bad again, hating that he’s dumping so much stress and responsibility onto taehyung’s shoulders. before he can really dwell on it, taehyung speaks up.

“tomorrow i’m staying home from practice so i can make sure you’re okay. i hated leaving you by yourself today, kook, i’m so sorry,” taehyung’s heart clenches at the thought of poor jungkook fending for himself for the day, probably drugged off his mind and starving. he knows jungkook hasn’t eaten in at least thirty-six hours. god, if only taehyung could turn back time. if it had been up to taehyung, he would’ve stayed home to pamper and dote on the sweet maknae to his heart’s content.

“no,” jungkook protests, his throat squeezing as he gulps down a tiny sob.

“sh,” taehyung is ghosting his fingertips across jungkook’s swollen face. his hands are stil a bit cold from being outside, but jungkook’s face is still so hot and inflamed it feels amazing against his skin. “i’m staying home, i’ve already decided. it’s okay if i miss one day of practice; i just want you to be taken care of.”

”hyung, please–“

"it’s okay; let hyung take care of everything, okay? you don’t need to worry anymore, kook,” taehyung pauses to yawn. “i’m exhausted. aren’t you tired?”

“mhm,” jungkook hums. he mouths around the cotton stuck in his cheeks, “tried t’ thleep earlier.”

“i can tell,” taehyung gestures to the joustled blankets. “oh!” a burst of energy strikes taehyung’s light heart. “i almost forgot to tell you; the funniest thing happened at practice! jin-hyung–” taehyung feels jungkook’s breathing slow as gentle, soft puffs of air escape his parted lips, and upon glancing down at the maknae, taehyung finds he’s already falling asleep.

“‘m listening,” jungkook whispers, eyes opening to curiously look up into taehyung’s.

“well, he–” taehyung feels bad for keeping the boy awake. he knows jungkook had a rough day. “it’s okay, kook. i’ll tell you when we wake up. remind me, okay?”

jungkook nods, but taehyung knows the boy is hardly listening, on the verge of drifting off completely. taehyung smiles fondly, presses a kiss to jungkook’s temple. for once, jungkook doesn’t shy away with that toothy-grin of his. he doesn’t move to wipe away the kisses, or playfully hit his hyung. actually, taehyung notices the small smile tugging jungkook’s pouted lips upwards.

taehyung starts to doze off too, but makes sure to stay up and play with jungkook’s hair until he’s sure the maknae is completely lulled to sleep. once the little puffs of air turn to soft, muted snores, taehyung stops playing, presses one extra kiss to jungkook’s head (plus one more to kook’s nose), because he honestly can’t resist the temptation. “sleep well, kookie. hyungie loves you.”

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