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nochuthe most comfortable place in the world
sugakook
435 words
jungkook has spent the greater part of his life feeling uncomfortable. it itches at the back of his mind, lingers around the edges of his consciousness in a way that's been there for as long as he can remember.
there are things that help, things like rocking back and forth on his feet sometimes, things like spinning pens around in his fingers. things like always, always making sure that his sleeves are long enough.
there are things that definitely don't help, too. things like loud noises, an upset in his daily schedule, things not being exactly where they should be. and things like kim taehyung inviting over a group of people, not just him, and jungkook not knowing all of them.
"relax, jungkook, it'll be fine." taehyung brushes off his concerns with a wave of his hand and an easy grin. typical.
things are not fine. things are not fine when he can't sit on the couch right where he needs to, when an honest mistake leaves him in a shirt soaked with cola and a horrified taehyung quickly moving to rectify the situation. at least, he tries. things are not fine when jungkook is left with no choice but to borrow a shirt, and the sleeves aren't long enough. things are not fine when one of taehyung's friends corners him when he comes out of the bathroom an hour later, holding his sweater in one hand like some kind of offering even though all jungkook knows is his name.
jungkook hates sharing clothes. he especially hates sharing clothes with strangers, but the stranger insists enough, he's already uncomfortable enough that he tugs it over his head. it smells like something nice, warm and not too strong. it feels soft, a little too big in the way that nearly instantly placates that nervous thing inside of him. jungkook's fingers curl around the sleeves. they're long enough, and everything is fine.
jungkook has spent most of his life feeling uncomfortable. yoongi has taken the time to figure out what makes it that way, without even having to ask. jungkook likes how quiet it can be when the two of them are together, likes the way that yoongi has never said anything about the ways that jungkook has to help himself sometimes. it's a fleeting thought, but it's one that often crosses his mind at moments like this.
jungkook is used to being uncomfortable, but curled up on a couch next to yoongi, fingers wrapped around the warm fabric of the older boy's sleeve, he thinks he might have found the most comfortable place in the world.
sugakook
435 words
jungkook has spent the greater part of his life feeling uncomfortable. it itches at the back of his mind, lingers around the edges of his consciousness in a way that's been there for as long as he can remember.
there are things that help, things like rocking back and forth on his feet sometimes, things like spinning pens around in his fingers. things like always, always making sure that his sleeves are long enough.
there are things that definitely don't help, too. things like loud noises, an upset in his daily schedule, things not being exactly where they should be. and things like kim taehyung inviting over a group of people, not just him, and jungkook not knowing all of them.
"relax, jungkook, it'll be fine." taehyung brushes off his concerns with a wave of his hand and an easy grin. typical.
things are not fine. things are not fine when he can't sit on the couch right where he needs to, when an honest mistake leaves him in a shirt soaked with cola and a horrified taehyung quickly moving to rectify the situation. at least, he tries. things are not fine when jungkook is left with no choice but to borrow a shirt, and the sleeves aren't long enough. things are not fine when one of taehyung's friends corners him when he comes out of the bathroom an hour later, holding his sweater in one hand like some kind of offering even though all jungkook knows is his name.
jungkook hates sharing clothes. he especially hates sharing clothes with strangers, but the stranger insists enough, he's already uncomfortable enough that he tugs it over his head. it smells like something nice, warm and not too strong. it feels soft, a little too big in the way that nearly instantly placates that nervous thing inside of him. jungkook's fingers curl around the sleeves. they're long enough, and everything is fine.
jungkook has spent most of his life feeling uncomfortable. yoongi has taken the time to figure out what makes it that way, without even having to ask. jungkook likes how quiet it can be when the two of them are together, likes the way that yoongi has never said anything about the ways that jungkook has to help himself sometimes. it's a fleeting thought, but it's one that often crosses his mind at moments like this.
jungkook is used to being uncomfortable, but curled up on a couch next to yoongi, fingers wrapped around the warm fabric of the older boy's sleeve, he thinks he might have found the most comfortable place in the world.