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You always had somebody sleeping with you at night. You were not ashamed of it. You were proud of it, but when you and your brother decided to move out, it caused a bit of anxiety to creep up. You missed the cuddles your parent would give you, like a warm blanket around you. You miss every bit of the time you had with your parents, but as an adult now, you needed to suck it up and move on, right? Wrong ever since you moved out; it has been a difficult time. The question always lingers in your head 'Why not ask Yoongi? He is your big brother, so why not ask?' well, it was a bit harder than it is to say.
Yoongi works till late at a music company producing music which is something you respect a lot. Every time Yoongi start talking about a new idea, he had his eyes spark and his tail swoosh in contentment. You, however, worked in a coffee/ library shop almost like barns and novels and came home early to cook and clean up whatever mess was left around. Anyways a month or so after moving into your apartment with Yoongi, you started to have a sleeping problem which slowly developed into a mild sleeping disorder that ended up with insomnia.
You had tried everything like stop eating before a certain time, drinking more water, melatonin gummies, audio relaxers, but nothing worked. You even bought a body pillow that simulates body temperature, but it was a waste. Nothing was working to help this growing problem. You slowly started to develop tiredness, sleep deprivation, irregular hunger, headaches, and lack of concentration.
Today was another working day at the WWH cafe. Your boss Kim Seokjin was with you tending the cash register while you were doing the barista work. " (M/N); hello? Earth to (M/N)?" Jin waved his hand in front of you as you slowly blink into awareness, shaking your head to help. "Im sorry. I have been spacing you lately. Im sorry." You sincerely apologized to Jin, but he just shot you with a concerned look. It worried Jin that his best barista was under no condition to be working. You looked like a mess, hair semi comb, big dark bags under your eyes, and very pale. "(N/N) you know if you feel bad, you should go home, right? I would hate if something happened to you while working, heck, even if you were to walk home." Jin semi-scolds you reckless action you part took with yourself.
"Don't worry. I am fine, Hyung. I just a bit stressed but thing I can't handle." You dismissed his words with a slight shrug and a smile. Jin being a bit stubborn, forced you to go home telling you that he would pay you the time you had done today, which dubiously you had agreed only because of the ragging head pounding you felt. Every step and every loud spoken word you gave was like a kick in your head. You were proud when you got home barely.
You saw some take-out boxes on the counter and seld coke bottles. The smell of food brushed up on your nostrils, but before you could hear Yoongis's steps or greeting, your whole body had collapsed. Yoongi rushed his step, cradling your head before it hit on hard flooring. Yoongi was in a great panic when he felt your slightly hot temporal region.
Yoongi quickly hosted your body up and brought you into your room. He had taken off any constricting clothing and left you with shorts and an oversized shirt. Yoongi should of listen to his instincts when he knew something was wrong with his baby brother, but he was busy with work that he forgot to take care of and give his baby brother attention. Yoongi was quick to work in the kitchen to make some stew.
Yoongi had gone back to your room to check up on the state of your being, which he grimly look. He felt like he wasn't there for you anymore, and he felt like he missed the little moment you guys had. " Hyung?" Your voice startled him, but he quietly walks up to your bed. "(N/N). How are you feeling?" Yoongi asked calmly, raking his finger throw your hair. " I feel tired and hungry." You whispered Yoongi only hum. "I made some stew. I'll bring it to you." Yoongi quickly let his spot in your bed. He turned off the stove and poured some stew into a soup bowl. He put it on a tray table and walked back to your room, setting the tray on the nightstand on the side of your bed.
You tried to reach for the bowl, but Yoongi pushed away your hand as he mumbled an 'Ill feed you'. You felt your heart swell with the happiness you thought it was hard to get. Your brother was taking care of you. The comfortable silence lay between the two of you as you blew on each spoon full to cool down the liquid.
You didn't notice when your chest started to rumble with purrs of content. Yoongi smiled, remembering the time he had volunteered himself to feed you growing up. It was a long time ago, but he still felt like it was yesterday.
The bowl left with nothing but a spoon inside, and the two of you chatting about the thing you haven't been able until Yoongi brought up a question " Why didn't you tell me you were feeling sick?" Yoongi wasn't an expert like his mother that had that parental instinct, but he had lived long enough to know you and the different looks and smells.
"I have developed some sleeping problem ever since we moved. I tried everything to help me go to sleep, but nothing worked. I guess my body gave up today and crashed. I missed eomma and appa."
With that, you had told Yoongi what was wrong. Growing up, Yoongi was always there to cuddle you in your sleep, not a bad habit, but it was something that could hurt you now. Yoongi walked around your bed to the empty side and pulled up the covered and laying himself inside the comfortable bed that had you heavily impregnated with your scent. Yoongi wrapped his arms around your form and nuzzled your head. You had wrapped your arms around him too and nuzzled his chest, and sighed.
" You should have told me. You are my baby brother, and no matter what I am doing, you can always come to my room and cuddled up. I understand that my work has not given us time to hang out like we use to, but you can always go to my bed and wait for me there." Yoongi words held so much sentiment and sensitivity you understood that even if it was unspoken, it was a promise he would never break. He was a sleep lover, and you a sleep seeker.
"Thank you, Hyung. I love you." You mumbled into his chest as he kissed your head and purred. The two brothers asleep in each other arms, afraid to be apart from each other.