Sugar & Cookie. (A Yoonkook Fanfiction) - Completed

Sugar

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"1,2,3 and baam!!"
The yellow blond hair flipped up as Jimin showed the step to the maknae. He sat down in his Asian squat breathing heavily looking up at Jungkook.

The younger followed the instructions well, understanding the move quickly. But it wasn't enough for him. Knowing the steps was no way enough for him. He wanted to do more than that. He wanted to be more than that.

This all started a few days ago

The younger skipped towards his boyfriend's studio humming to the song that played on his earphones. He opened the door. Yes he had a password. Yoongi gave it to him. He pushed the door open just to see the newly dyed blonde sitting on the chair so engrossed in the words he was scribbling on his notepad to even notice Jungkook getting in.

Instead of disturbing his concentration, the maknae just stood still, watching him curiously. He noticed the every change in expression on Yoongi's face, as he wrote down the lyrics. When he finally scratched his eyes away from the older, he noticed the empty cups of coffee.

Around 15 cups

Yoongi was high on caffeine. Which means he was in his zone. The zone of a genius producer. The maknae just stood there seeing his hyung write and write and write. Sometimes tearing down the pages but mostly writing it down.

When Yoongi finally put the pen down, Jungkook thought his hyung was taking a break. But boi was he wrong? Yoongi immediately started clicking away on the computer screen and beats bursted through the speakers. He kept adding and changing the beats, making the chorus.

Jungkook was mesmerized

He knew his hyung was the most hardworking person ever. But he didn't knew he worked THIS HARD. While all he did was just sing and choreograph a few steps along with the Choreographer, Jimin and Hoseok. The younger felt like he was leaching off of his hyung's hardwork. Everyone works hard except him. He doesn't like that one bit. He wanted to proof others or rather himself that he is worthy of being called the Golden maknae. He is worthy of being called the maknae of BTS.

Jungkook continued perfecting the dance for hours and hours. Sharpening his every thrust and kicks. He can't just laze around with overwatch. He stopped when the music ended just to grab a bottle of water. Lines of swear trailed down his forehead to his chin down to his neck. He wiped them with the hem of shirt before pressing the play button again.

But suddenly the music stopped. He looked to his left to see Jimin standing there with an evident scowl on his face.

"You have been doing that dance for 11 fucking hours already. You are perfect. Now stop practicing."

"No hyung. Just one more-"

"No more"

"But-"

"Shut up!! You!! You and your damn boyfriend!! Both of you work like retards!! Stupid workaholics!! Stop it"
Jimin yelled in frustration.

Yoongi has been in that room for 3 days and instead of getting him out, his precious boyfriend was following his footsteps. Jimin was worried is an understatement. He can't understand why can't they do it like normal people. Why can't just rest for a while. Their body can't handle it.