Jungkook keeps his eyes closed, taking deep breaths. He starts to notice Seokjin's scent — a mix of fabric softener and something just a little subtler, clean skin and just a hint of sweat. It's nice. All the small details, things that he can make out with his five senses, they help to ground Jungkook in the present. It's not such a bad thing.
When he's here, hidden in his room, wrapped in the arms of a hyung that loves him, it's not such a bad thing.
Still, Jungkook doesn't mind the opportunity to think of something else, a little further out, dipping heavily into his imagination. Both are nice — like keeping one foot in each place.
"Yeah?" he murmurs, cheek nestled against the softness of Seokjin's shirt. "Like what?"
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When he's here, hidden in his room, wrapped in the arms of a hyung that loves him, it's not such a bad thing.
Still, Jungkook doesn't mind the opportunity to think of something else, a little further out, dipping heavily into his imagination. Both are nice — like keeping one foot in each place.
"Yeah?" he murmurs, cheek nestled against the softness of Seokjin's shirt. "Like what?"