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yoonkook week day4: shooky and cooky

genre: fluff setting: canon words: 0.3k

In the LINE productions for their own brand of figures and plushies, the planning goes just as chaotic as it was expected of them. The camera was recording it all but the editor will probably kind enough to cut the part out where Jimin basically strangled Taehyung for the yellow crayons.

When finally - fucking finally in Jungkook’s humble opinion - everybody finished with their characters, it was time to decide on the names. Chaos emerged again as everybody was yelling in ideas. Jungkook was in middle of colouring the heart-shaped butt of his cute pink rabbit when he heard Yoongi mumbling.

“I might as well name mine Cookie,” he said and Jungkook stared at the round brown thing scratched onto the white sheet before his hyung.

“But I wanted Cookie,” he whined with a pout and doe eyes as big as the ocean. He’d decided it beforehand since it was similar to his own nickname and thought that it would be a nice joke.

“But mine is actually a cookie,” the rapper retorted and challengingly raised an eyebrow.

“Hyung...” Jungkook trailed off using his best maknae voice and big pleading eyes that always worked on his hyungs. Especially Yoongi who always treated him lamb skewers and paid for them willingly no matter what he said and how much he complained about the younger forgetting his wallet at home.

“Fine, brat,” the rapper gave up with a sigh this time too and Jungkook hollered thriumply.

“Thanks, hyung,” he threw a huge grin towards the older but Yoongi ducked down his head busy to come up with another name and a story for it.

For a long time, Bucky refused to let it be touched. It was in good shape so there was no need to retraumatize Bucky to being forced to sit for long periods of time to fix a metal arm he never asked for. But then in a mission gone wrong, Bucky’s arm was almost fully taken off. The man was distraught by the thought alone of anyone looking at it but shield at picked Steve not only for his genius mind but his small unthreatening stature. Someone who looked like they could not physically harm Bucky actually did put Bucky at ease. He wouldn’t be held down and tortured by someone who was half his size. It seemed to be a match made in heaven. 

Now he sees Steve pretty regularly for updates and check ups on his arms. He still has a hard time for extended periods but the other man seems more than understanding -- not many people are. However this visit is not one of the regulars. In their last mission, Bucky’s arm was struck with an electromagnet and can’t remove it with his hand. The arm is useless and every few minutes a sharp electric pulse makes the man jolt. So it’s no wonder he’s gone straight to Steve, despite the blood dripping from other parts of him. Those will heal, his arm will not. The door to the lab is open and Bucky stands in the doorway quietly for a few long moments. He would take longer to admire but he’s in a bit of pain and he doubts Steve will like the blood he’s dripping on the floor. “They got my arm.” He says suddenly towards the man, still standing in the door way waiting to be invited in.