Actions

Work Header

Rating:
Archive Warning:
Category:
Fandom:
Relationship:
Characters:
Additional Tags:
Language:
English
Stats:
Published:
2016-04-14
Words:
1,208
Chapters:
1/1
Comments:
34
Kudos:
1,085
Bookmarks:
136
Hits:
12,648

sweet equations

Summary:

maths was never jungkook's strong point.

Notes:

for candy bc he gave me the prompt that forced me to finally write smth.

SPECIAL THANKS TO KIT. no submissiveness would have happened in this fic without ur explanations and advice.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

the role of a leader isn’t just to lead, namjoon realised over time. when you find yourself in charge of six very different boys with very different personalities, you come to discover that you need a variety of different ways of handling them.

with seokjin and yoongi, it was easy. they were both mature enough to know what was sensible and what wasn’t, to know when enough is enough. truthfully, without those two by his side, namjoon would probably have struggled with his role a lot more. they were responsible. they added stability to the group.

hoseok wasn’t too difficult to manage either. sure, he got a little hyper at times (mainly when around the maknae line), but he knew when to tone it down. there were other times where he seemed to recede into himself - a little tact was all he required at these times.

taehyung and jimin - jesus christ. sometimes, they were sweet and fun, but other times, they were the duo of namjoon’s nightmares. sometimes, they’d be thick and thieves and were practically joined at the hip, and others, they’d be at each other’s throats like they had never hated anybody more in their lives. thankfully, it didn’t take much for them to make up; just a few stern words.

but jungkook, jungkook. he was something completely different. it took a while for namjoon to break jungkook out of his shell and once he did, he found that, no, he couldn’t handle him the same way he handled the others.

there was something about jungkook that made namjoon want to protect. when he came to them, jungkook was still small and shy and very afraid of any kind of negative judgement. he’d shower late at night, eat separately and keep entirely to himself. taehyung was one of the only members he’d properly interact with because, well, taehyung is taehyung. being around taehyung and not being comfortable with him is a very hard feat.

even as he grew into himself, nearing namjoon’s height and his confidence increasing, namjoon knew he couldn’t deal with him the same. jungkook was different.

“kookie, have you done your homework yet?” namjoon peeked around the door frame to see jungkook on his bed, gripping at his own hair in vexation. there were workbooks surrounding him.

“no.” jungkook’s reply was short and sounded downright angry, but namjoon knew him, and he knew that jungkook was just stressed and frustrated. expressing how he felt was never jungkook’s strongest point.

then again, neither was maths. as he drew closer, namjoon could see rubber shavings covering the surface of the bed in front of him, faded pencil smudges all over jungkook’s workbook. the page was crumpled from how many times an erased had been roughly run over it.

“oh, kookie,” namjoon cooed softly, sitting down on the bed next to him. he brought a hand up to untangle jungkook’s fingers from his hair, gently petting his head after. “what are you struggling with?”

“just…” jungkook growled in frustration, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “fucking all of it! i don’t fucking get it!”

“language.”

jungkook tensed before lowering his head in shame. “i’m sorry.”

namjoon sighed quietly and pulled jungkook into his side, his hand still stroking jungkook’s hair. jungkook relaxed into him almost immediately, burying his face into namjoon’s shoulder. “why don’t you try again? tell me what you don’t understand.”

“um. i don’t get how to… do the whole integral thing. i have to solve it with the little numbers at the top and bottom of it and i just… don’t know how to do it.” his voice was muffled as he explained what his problem was and namjoon looked over the questions he had to do. integrals had never been a problem for namjoon and, for him, they looked easy.

he pressed a kiss to the top of jungkook’s head before speaking. “do you want me to go through your homework with you, kookie? i’ll do it all with you.”

jungkook lifted his head so quickly he nearly caught namjoon’s chin. “would you really?”

“of course.” namjoon laughed, bumping his forehead against jungkook’s. “anything for you.”

a pretty blush settled across jungkook’s cheeks, a tiny smile gracing his features. protect, protect, protect. namjoon wanted nothing more than to look after jungkook, to care for him, and make him feel safe and content. if he could take even a little of jungkook’s stress away, he would do it without hesitation.

“then.. can you check the first couple of questions for me?” jungkook seemed embarrassed as he flicked back a page in his workbook. “i don’t think i did them right.”

yeah, maths wasn’t jungkook’s strong point at all.

generally, he wasn’t far off with his answers - the problem would be in the working. he would make a simple mistake at some point in the working and, in turn, would answer the rest of the question wrong. his problem was that he never double checked anything after doing it.

he listened diligently whenever namjoon explained his wrongdoings though, nodding and changing answers every time. namjoon kept his arm around jungkook as they worked, jungkook tucked snuggly into his side. it was warm and jungkook found this atmosphere helped him take information in much more easily than the classroom did. plus, namjoon praised him after every question.

(his teachers didn’t do that.)

without fail, every time jungkook worked out the answer to a question on his own, namjoon would whisper kind praises in his ear. you’re such a good boy, jungkook. look at how well you’re doing. you’re so clever, aren’t you? so smart. good boy, good boy, good boy.

i’m a good boy, jungkook thought, a pleasant buzz flowing through his veins. namjoonie hyung’s good boy.

this is what namjoon realised jungkook needed, just to help him de-stress, to feel good about himself. the sweet praises he uttered always seemed to bring a new kind of light to jungkook’s eyes, his whole body practically thrumming with pleasure at just a few words.

“it’s like… it makes me feel happy.” jungkook had tried to explain to namjoon once what it he felt like when he was praised. “but more than happy. a different kind of happy? like, my tummy feels fuzzy and it’s… i don’t know. it’s just nice.”

jungkook never was good with words.

but namjoon knew what he meant. it was euphoric; the delight jungkook felt when he was praised was like no other. it was so validating, knowing that yes, yes, i am a good boy, knowing that he was doing things right, right for namjoon. sometimes, it made him delirious, sometimes, it was completely soothing. jungkook’s mood was always a factor in how the praise affected him.

“done!” jungkook slammed his pencil down in triumph. “done, done, done! it’s done!”

namjoon grinned widely at jungkook’s excitement, opening his arms wide for the younger. jungkook didn’t waste any time in diving into them, nuzzling into namjoon’s chest as namjoon’s arms held him close.

“you did so well, jungkook, so good. you did good, didn’t you?” namjoon asked, kissing the top of jungkook’s head.

“i did,” jungkook breathed out.

“you did. my good boy.”

jungkook giggled happily. “yeah. your good boy.”

Notes:

IS THIS OKAY DID I GET THE SUB'S FEELINGS RIGHT

anyway, please listen to my first story.