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Jungkook

"I'll be right back Jungkookie," Yoongi said softly, moving away. However, Jungkook whined, latching onto his hyung's good shoulder.

"Do you have to go?"

Yoongi paused, turning around to give him a certain look, the one he always did when Jungkook got a little too immature (he liked to think of it as protective ) for Yoongi's liking. "Come on Gguk-ah, let me say hi to my friend." And who was Jungkook to refuse anything his hyung wanted?

"Fine." He pouted to himself, dropping back down in his seat as he watched Yoongi cross over to another table, settling down rather close to someone from another band. Not just anyone - Kihyun. Not that Jungkook had any problems with the other...not exactly. Other than the fact that this guy was always incredibly close to Yoongi. He was always too close to Yoongi. They were really close friends. Friends. Just friends. But still .

Jungkook had really missed Yoongi while the rapper was out recovering for three months. Even in his absence, he had visited the other often, laying in his lap in his bedroom, fetching him things from the store, or just sitting next to him and talking to him. He'd drive out to his home and manage to be back before Bangtan's schedule started. Namjoon may have figured him out, but of course, no one refused Jungkook. He hated being away from his Yoongi-hyung. He liked helping him and protecting him. He missed him.

But Yoongi was back now, and Jungkook absolutely did not want to let him out of his sight. And yet...he also knew that if there was one thing Yoongi hated, it was when Jungkook got too overprotective (or possessive , as Yoongi called it). Yoongi liked his independence, and he wasn't some sort of 'damsel in distress.' He can take care of himself. He’s not even in any danger right now. We’re at a music show, and he’s just sitting and talking to his friend. He’s fine. 

So, Jungkook remained in his seat, though his eyes kept watching Kihyun like a hawk. He couldn't go over there without a reason, so he'd just have to wait until something happened or Kihyun did something so that Jungkook would have an excuse to step in. Soon enough, something did happen. The maknae watched with narrowed eyes as Kihyun leaned in close ( too close) to say something to Yoongi, as Yoongi laughed. However, as he did so, he placed a hand on Yoongi's shoulder. Yoongi's still recovering shoulder.

The rapper flinched, and Jungkook could practically hear his hiss of pain. He hated that hiss of pain. Kihyun looked like he was apologizing profusely as Yoongi waved a dismissive hand, massaging his shoulder with a pained smile. Jungkook grit his teeth, already halfway up. It was his time to intervene. He made his way over, not even bothering to hide the scowl on his face. No one hurt his Yoongi-hyung and got away with it.

"Kihyun-hyung."

Kihyun glanced up, breaking off his apologies to wave at him. "Hey Jungkook-ah."

Noticing his presence, Yoongi turned around, raising an eyebrow in confusion. The singer didn't miss the way Yoongi's hand still hadn't stopped massaging his shoulder. "Ggukie?" Jungkook ignored him, dropping down in between Yoongi and Kihyun. He turned to face the other singer, giving him a death glare.

"I don’t know if you’ve heard, but Yoongi-hyung got a surgery recently. His shoulder is hurt." Jungkook set his jaw, leaning in with eyes flashing dangerously. "So don’t touch him ."

Kihyung gulped, looking nervously between Yoongi and Jungkook. "It- It was an accident, and I didn’t mean to hurt him-"

"Yeah but you did. So stay away from him." Kihyun now had wide, frightened eyes, so Jungkook nodded to himself, satisfied with a job well done. Until suddenly...

" Jungkook ."

Jungkook flinched. He knew that tone of voice. It was not a happy one. The maknae glanced at Yoongi, finally breaking eye contact with Kihyun.

"What?"

"I need to talk to you." Jungkook bit his lip, fidgeting. Yoongi looked kind of - no, very - pissed. It was always kind of scary when Yoongi got mad: Yoongi rarely ever got mad at him. At Jungkook. The rapper faced away from him, sending a small smile to Kihyun. "I'll see you later Kihyun-ah."

Kihyun blinked, clearly still experiencing whiplash from the rollercoaster of attitudes the two bangtan members had displayed. "Uh- Yeah, okay. Bye Yoongi-yah, and let's meet up sometime, yeah?"

"Yeah, of course." 

Jungkook set his jaw, resuming his one-sided staring match with an increasingly-nervous Kihyun. Then he caught Yoongi's annoyed face, and pouted. Silently, he let the rapper drag him away by the arm, not before turning back to send the other singer the universal sign for 'I'm watching you.' Yoongi led Jungkook to a more empty part of the music hall where no one was nearby to watch or eavesdrop on them. Finally, when he deemed it safe enough, Yoongi let go of the tight grip on Jungkook's arm, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jungkook merely shuffled his feet as Yoongi continued to glare at him. When it became clear that the maknae wasn't about to offer any sort of explanation on his own, Yoongi spoke, voice sharp and biting. "Okay, what the fuck was that?"

The singer did possibly the stupidest thing he could do - he played dumb. "What was what?" He asked, blinking his 'innocent' eyes at his hyung and hoping he would drop the issue. Unfortunately, Yoongi did no such thing, and that evasive answer only seemed to serve to make him angrier.

"That! You literally growling at Kihyun. Threatening him. Not letting me fucking speak to my friend ."

"You looked a little more than friends." Jungkook winced, regretting the words the instant they came out of his mouth. He did not mean to say that. That was going to make everything so much worse. Sure enough, Yoongi's eyes narrowed into frightening slits. 

" Jeon Jungkook ."

Jungkook pouted again, fiddling with his rings. "I’m sorry, I just- I get protective, you know that."

Yoongi scoffed. "Jealous, more like it."

Jungkook sighed. "I know. I really missed you and I don’t want to see you be so friendly with others. I’m sorry. I wasn’t going to do anything, I swear, but he touched your shoulder and you looked like you were in pain, and-" Yoongi's eyes softened, and a second later, his hand was reaching up to rest gently on Jungkook's cheek. The maknae couldn't resist leaning into the touch.

"Oh Jungkookie..." Jungkook placed his hand over Yoongi's, turning his head slightly to press a lingering kiss to his palm. His other hand came up to touch lightly on Yoongi's recently-healed shoulder. Never pressing, never hurting. He wouldn't be able to do that to Yoongi. 

"I just don't like it when you're in pain." Yoongi glanced around for a couple seconds before leaning up quickly, pressing a chaste kiss to Jungkook's lips.

"I love you, you know that, right?"

Jungkook smiled, bringing his small hyung in for a hug.

I love you too, hyung."

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"Now can I go back to talk to Kihyun?"

"Do you have to go?"

"Jungkook-ah..."

"I know, I know."

Taehyung

"So, then I told Yeontan to get off the couch because he had his muddy paws and everything, and he just...sits there and stares at me!" At Taehyung's side, Yoongi burst into laughter. The singer let a soft smile curl his lips. He had missed the way Yoongi's shoulder shook when he laughed, a hand covering his mouth as he tried to cover his gummy smile. 

The 3 months without his Yoongi-hyung had to have been the longest 3 months of his life. Without Yoongi, he had no one's hand to hold. (Okay, that was a lie, he had 5 other boyfriends but no one held hands like his favorite rapper - don't tell the others he said that). Still, it went without saying that Yoongi's absence left a void in Bangtan, and Taehyung had carried around the Yoongi-standee religiously to make up for it.

But now, his hyung was back. Still recovering, but at least he was recovering with 6 loving boyfriends to dote on him. I missed him so much. I like making him laugh . So, Taehyung intertwined their hands, squeezing it gently. Yoongi peered at him, eyes sparkling. "So, Tae-ah, why wouldn't you just...I don't know, pick him up and put him on the floor yourself?" The singer let out a laugh, shaking his head and rolling his eyes fondly.

"Oh hyungie, I can't do that. Yeontan has been a diva lately..." So Taehyung went, using his hands and voice to gesture dramatically as he retold the story of his past weekend. He had gotten so into his narrative that he didn't notice the figure walking in the opposite direction until a sharp cry of pain from his side snapped him from his haze.

Immediately, he whipped his head around, taking in the sight. A younger girl - most likely an intern or some other position like that - was bowing repeatedly, apologies spilling from her lips. That's when he noticed his hyung clutching his injured shoulder, grimacing in pain. "It's- It's alright, I'll be fine," he assured the girl, and Taehyung set his jaw.

"No, it's not alright ," he cut in, stepping forward. He never wanted to hear that cry of pain from his hyung again. When Yoongi was in pain, it hurted him and he'd be happy to keep his rapper hyung safe from harm for the rest of his life. "Please be careful next time, he's seriously injured!" He was well aware of the fact that he was openly glaring at the girl, and his voice had risen in volume. "Watch where you're walking around him."

Yoongi gripped his arm, pulling him back. "Taehyung-ah, I'm really fine. It's okay, it was an accident." When he opened his mouth to protest, his hyung pulled him down to whisper in his ear. "Besides, you're scaring the poor girl." He paused, glancing over. Sure enough, she had huddled in on herself, still mumbling apologies. If he looked closer, he could see her trembling. All of a sudden, guilt filled him up.

Taehyung bowed to her, lips forming a pout. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped. But please understand, Yoongi-hyung is very important to me. I don't want to see him be hurt again, alright?"

She nodded,  backing up. "Of course Taehyung-ssi." The girl turned to the rapper, giving him a slight smile. "I'll be sure to take care in the future. I wish you a speedy recovery for your shoulder." With that, she turned and left, and Taehyung hummed to himself, satisfied. He glanced back towards Yoongi, whose face was an unreadable mask. Taehyung shifted nervously. Is he mad at me for being kinda harsh on her? Or is he embarrassed that I said all that? Maybe he-

Before he could react, Yoongi had tugged him into an empty room, slamming the door behind him and shoving him against a wall. Then, he kissed him - hard. Eagerly, Taehyung kissed him back, relishing in the warmth of having his hyung pressed up against him like that. Finally, they pulled away, and he smiled at the amusement dancing in the rapper's eyes.

"Thank you for caring about me Tae-ah."

Taehyung leaned forward to rest their foreheads against each other's. "Anytime hyung. But please, be careful next time too."

Yoongi smiled, tapping his chest. "Of course. Besides, I have you to protect me."

Jimin

" Hyung , come on, let's go ," Jimin whined, stomping his foot as he pouted, hoping that Yoongi would glance over and see just how cute he was being and agree to go home. Of course, he had no such luck, and the rapper continued staring right at the screen he had been staring at for the past 3 hours, refusing to budge. He loved his hyung's music, he really did, but sometimes he seriously wished Yoongi took his own health as seriously as he did their career. Both were highly essential.

"Just a second, Jiminie," he called, voice rough from lack of use. "I'm almost done." Jimin couldn't help but roll his eyes fondly at all of Yoongi's antics. He truly had missed the rapper in the past three months. Of course, the shoulder surgery he had gone through had been of the utmost importance, but his absence had left a hole in Bangtan. With Yoongi gone, who was he supposed to playfully bicker with? He could try Jungkook but the singer knew that their maknae would just try to wrestle him instead.

No, Yoongi was certainly irreplaceable, and he was glad that the rapper was back with them. And...he was also back to being a complete workaholic too. Along with his shoulder, I really hoped his three-month break would have fixed his try-hard tendencies too. Oh well, I guess we can’t have everything. I’ll have to force him the old-fashioned way. After another good five minutes had passed in silence, Jimin had finally had enough and gave a heavy sigh.

"That's it, we're going home." With that, he grasped onto Yoongi's sleeve, pulling him up (gently).

“Jiminie~” Yoongi pouted, though the way he didn't resist wasn't lost on the singer. Jimin, for his part, leaned forward with a laugh, giving his hyung a kiss on those pouty lips. 

"Nope. We're leaving." Yoongi gave a sigh, stepping forward to shut down his many laptops and monitors. Once everything was set, the two walked out of the Genius Lab, making their way through the hallway in comfortable silence. Before they reached their van, another man approached them, one that Jimin recognized as another one of the producers that had joined their team rather recently. 

"Excuse me, Jimin-ssi? Yoongi-ssi?" The two of them stopped, and Jimin hummed to show that they were listening. The producer rummaged around in a pocket before producing a flash drive, holding it out to Yoongi. "If you don't mind, can you please check out this track and then make a few changes if necessary before submitting it to the company? If you could get it done in the next hour that would be great." 

Yoongi opened his mouth before closing it again. Jimin narrowed his eyes. Does this guy have any idea how late it is right now? In a split second, the singer had taken  a glance at his hyung, really seeing him up close. Yoongi was completely drained. There were bags under his eyes, his skin was pale, and Jimin could tell that the other was so tired that he was even having trouble standing up straight. There was no way he would be able to go back to the studio and work on something else at the moment.

But...Jimin also knew him, and knew that his hyung was among the sweetest people in the world and wouldn't be able to say no. And the producer was staring at them so expectantly, as if they were supposed to drop everything and do what he asked just because he said so . Jimin did what any self-respecting and attentive boyfriend would do - he refused for him.

"No," Jimin said simply, taking care to give the other a charming smile nonetheless. Hopefully it would soften the blow, if only a little. "It's almost 1 in the morning, so the answer is no. He'll do it tomorrow."

However, the producer didn't spare Jimin a second glance, and the singer clenched his jaw. The producer turned towards Yoongi, raising an eyebrow. He looked so fucking self-entitled. Still, Jimin had done his part, and it was up to Yoongi now. The rapper's eyes had gone wide, and they darted between the producer and Jimin. Jimin simply gave him a glare, and the threat of his 6 overprotective boyfriends must have been enough, for a second later, he bit his lip, fiddling with the sleeves of Jungkook's hoodie and turning apologetically towards the man.

"I'm sorry, but Jiminie's right. It is getting very late, and I'm sure the other members are going to have my head if I stay here another hour. But I promise I'll take a look at it first thing tomorrow morning!" The producer frowned, turning away with a huff. Jimin stepped closer to his hyung, intertwining their fingers and giving his hand a little squeeze. He knew Yoongi hated not being able to satisfy everyone around them. But sometimes, you had to pick and choose who to make happy. 

Suddenly, as the producer walked away, Jimin heard what he muttered as he left. "Stuck up, arrogant idol. You'd think he'd make up for all the extra work the producers got after he took a 3 month vacation."

Jimin's eyes snapped to Yoongi, and his heart broke at the way he could pinpoint the exact moment the rapper's face fell. He didn't even try to stem the rage that flowed in his veins, anger burning him up from the inside out. He let go of Yoongi's hand, eyes intense and jaw set. The rapper shook his head, mumbling, "It's fine Jiminie, let's go home."

The singer didn't look at him. "Wait here." 

"But-"

" Wait. Here. " Yoongi didn't say anything, and without another second of hesitation, Jimin stalked after the producer, stopping in front of him.

"How dare you." The producer froze, eyes snapping up in fear. Jimin didn't wait for him to say anything else, pouncing on the man like a lion. "How fucking dare you. Do you have any idea what Yoongi-hyung does for this company? 10 years! He's been here working his fucking ass off for 10 years. How long have you been here? 4 months, give or take? You don’t know shit about him. It technically isn't even his job to produce and write songs, but he works hard on every single one. Why? Because he loves it. He does it because he wants to, not because he has any sort of obligation to the likes of you. He barely sleeps, barely eats, we have to drag him from the studio. He deserves some rest, and I will not tolerate you and your bitchy attitude. And for your information, he didn’t take a vacation . He got surgery for an injury he’s been battling for years. So get all the facts before you make senseless accusations."

The producer took a couple steps back, mouth opening and closing like a fish. "I- uh- um..."

Jimin was having none of it. The singer reached back, grabbing Yoongi's arm and pulling him closer. The producer looked guilty and ashamed alright, but that wasn't enough. "You're gonna apologize."

Yoongi spoke up softly. "Jimin-ah, it really isn't-"

" You’re going to apologize ," the singer stressed again, giving the producer his signature devil's glare. The producer stepped forward meekly, bowing his head.

"I'm so sorry Yoongi-ssi, I shouldn't have made assumptions. It was rude of me, and I should have known better. I will take better care to be more respectful in the future." 

Yoongi smiled awkwardly, nodding. "That- Thank you. I appreciate the apology." With that, the producer straightened and scurried away, sending one last frightened glance towards Jimin. Once he was out of sight, the rapper turned towards his boyfriend with a slight frown.

"That was a little unnecessary, don't you think?" Jimin merely latched onto his arm, burying his face in the rapper's (healthy) shoulder. 

"No, it wasn't. And don't you ever forget that." 

He didn't miss the way Yoongi smiled softly, and the rapper leaned forward to drop a kiss to Jimin's head. "Alright, thanks Jimin-ah." Jimin beamed. Hyung deserves to be praised for everything he does. Not the opposite. Ever. Not as long as I’m here.

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"I still think I should get him fired."

" Jimin ."

Namjoon

Namjoon smiled to himself, blinking his eyes open sleepily. He gazed forward at the sight in front of him, sunlight bathing the other in a heavenly glow, making them look even better than before. Not that he needed it, of course. His boyfriend always managed to look SO, SO GOOD. His Yoongi-hyung...his Yoongi was back after his three-month break (one that was far too long in his own humble opinion), and was finally back in his arms again.

He had missed this, being able to wake up to such a sight. He had missed the late-night songwriting sessions or the random bits of music they'd send to each other at random points in time. He missed the deep, philosophical discussions that only Yoongi would indulge him with over a couple bottles of soju. He missed simply sitting together or going on walks by the Han river, basking in the serenity each others' presence brought. They had 10 years of friendship and love. Of course he missed Yoongi.

Now, Namjoon wanted nothing more than to shower Yoongi with all of the love and affection in the world (kt was what he deserved, anyways) and maybe even find some small way to demonstrate just how much he cared about and missed his hyung to their ARMY as well. But how...that was the question. He obviously couldn't make it too obvious, considering that they were one of the biggest boy bands in the world and South Korea wasn't exactly known for its open-minded ideals. He had to make it just subtle enough to get Namgi trending (oh how he loved to rub it into the other members' faces whenever it so happened) without alerting Dispatch, or, heaven-forbid, the saesangs.

Suddenly, a thought came to him. They had the Golden Disk Awards coming up the next day, and lately, the stylists were content to let the members choose their own outfits from time to time (almost 8 years of this industry - you'd think they'd know how to dress themselves at this point). This meant that he'd have a welcome opportunity to... Yes , he thought to himself, grinning wide. This will be perfect . It was the best idea possible, and he was very proud of himself for having thought of it so early in the morning. First, he would need to set the scene, butter Yoongi up before springing the question on him. He could do this. He had already devised a three-step plan (talk about big-brain energy). This was going to be perfect.

Namjoon leaned forward to drop a soft kiss to Yoongi's nose, chuckling lightly at the way it scrunched slightly in his sleep, looking much like a ruffled kitten. Yoongi-hyung is going to have the best day . With that thought, he stumbled out of bed (narrowly avoiding waking the other up from his constant crashes) and headed straight to the kitchen after getting dressed. When Yoongi had come out of the room a half-house later (because he somehow always sensed when Namjoon left the bed), Namjoon was ready.

"Good morning hyung!" He chirped, heart squeezing endearingly when Yoongi sleepily padded over, pulling him down for a kiss. Before the smaller rapper pulled away, he leaned even closer, sniffing the air around them. Suddenly, his eyes went wide, and Namjoon gave him a happy smile. He brought out what was held in a hand behind his back, revealing a fresh-made mug of coffee. "I made your favorite coffee!"

The effect was instantaneous. Yoongi lit up like a child on christmas, most of his tiredness evaporating at the sight. He made playful grabby hands at the mug, and Namjoon handed it over. He watched, ever fond, as Yoongi drank some sips, seemingly uncaring of the scorching temperature. When he glanced up again, his eyes were 10 times brighter. "God, I love you Joon-ah."

Namjoon couldn't help but blush at the declaration. 

Step One: Done.

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Later that day, Namjoon watched as Yoongi came out of his room, heading towards the couch. He intercepted him on his way there, a question in his expression. Yoongi, knowing him so well, already knew what he was asking. The older rapper gestured towards the couch. "I'm just going to rest there for a bit. I've already written as many lyrics as I can squeeze out of me for now - at least until Seokjin-hyung forces me to stop - so I figured I might as well catch up on some episodes of the drama I started while I was resting."

Namjoon nodded, smile growing wide. "Can I watch with you hyung?"

Yoong simply raised an eyebrow before humming with a smile. "'Course Namjoon-ah." Namjoon couldn't stop the rush of happiness that filled him. It was always a rare sight to see his hyung actually relax and do something that wasn't for some future project. He deserved to rest while doing something he enjoyed. And if Namjoon could spend time with him while doing so, all the better.

Just as the rapper was about to sit down, Namjoon scrambled forwards, crying out a warning. "Wait hyung, don't sit there!" 

Yoongi looked up, bewildered. Once he calmed himself down, Namjoon gestured to the other side of the couch. "Sit there. That cushion was kind of lumpy."

His hyung, thankfully, indulged him with a roll of his eyes. "Namjoon-ah, we literally have expensive couches."

"Just trust me."

Yoongi sat down, moving to lean back when Namjoon got another idea, stopping him yet again. "Wait."

The other rapper's eyes narrowed into slits. "What?"

"Stay there," Namjoon called, beelining for his bedroom.

He just barely heard Yoongi's reply over his shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere!"

He returned a second later with a couple pillows in hand for Yoongi. He handed them to the smaller with a bashful mumble. "For- For your shoulder."

Yoongi smiled. "Thanks Namjoon-ah."

Namjoon shifted, before gesturing somewhere behind him. "I- I need to get something else."

He disappeared into the kitchen before Yoongi could protest, and returned quickly with drinks, snacks, and a blanket. He draped the blanket over his small hyung, comfortably tucking him in before placing the snacks and drinks somewhere in close reach. As he did so, he leaned over to drop a lingering kiss to Yoongi's head, relishing in the way the older blushed, just a bit. When he pulled back, there was amusement dancing in the older's eyes.

"Are you done, Namjoon-ah?"

He hummed in thought, going over the mental checklist he had compiled in the last 2 minutes titled " How to make a drama-watching session comfortable for Yoongi-hyung. " He bit his lip. "I mean- Uh- do you need anything else? Cause I can go get it and-"

Yoongi cut in with a low laugh, soft and fond. "I'm fine Namjoonie. Let's watch, yeah?"

Namjoon smiled, settling down next to him and wrapping an arm around Yoongi. "Okay hyung." So, they sat and watched some episodes of a drama that Yoongi seemed to thoroughly enjoy and Namjoon was thoroughly confused in. But it didn't matter, seeing as how he was watching his Yoongi-hyung more than anything else. 

Step two: Done.

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Some hours after dinner, when most of Bangtan had gone to bed, Namjoon glanced up to watch Yoongi at the stove. He could honestly watch Yoongi doing anything, but when he cooked, the entire atmosphere had more of a domestic feeling. He loved it. At the moment, Yoongi was making a batch of ramen for the both of them as a late night snack, humming some tune to himself under his breath. Namjoon pursed his lips where he sat on the couch. Should I ask him now? Yeah, this is a good time. It’s tomorrow, so I really should… okay, okay. I’m going to ask him now.

He got up with a sigh, setting his book down to the side. Coming up behind Yoongi, Namjoon wrapped his arms around the other rapper, feeling him pause before his signature raspy laugh sounded out in the kitchen. Smiling softly, Namjoon leaned around him to press a kiss to his cheek, heart jumping in his chest when Yoongi simply returned the loving smile and leaned back against his chest. After a second, the older tried to shift to the side to reach for bowls for their ramen, but Namjoon hugged him tighter.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "What's up Namjoonie?"

Namjoon ducked his head, burying it in Yoongi's neck from behind. His words came out stuttered and jumbled, and heat rose to his cheeks as he tried to get them out. "I- uh- I missed you a lot hyungie." I’m supposed to be good at words. Why can’t I just get to the point?

Yoongi tilted his head in confusion, pulling away from the embrace and turning around to face him. "I know Namjoon-ah." Concern was evident on his face, and Namjoon hated that he couldn't simply say what he meant and save them both the unnecessary worry. The rapper placed a comforting hand on his cheek, kitten-eyes wide. "What's wrong? You can tell hyung, I promise."

Namjoon glanced away, tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. He forced down the bashfulness and tried to get his words out in a semi-articulate manner.  "Can we- I mean, if you want to- Maybe we can wear something matching at the GDA tomorrow?"

Yoongi blinked, and Namjoon hesitantly looked up in the silence. However, barely a second later Yoongi was laughing, gummy-smile wide. "Silly Namjoonie." With that, the only leaned forward, tugging him down for a lingering kiss. "You could have just asked me."

Namjoon couldn't manage to do much else other than kiss him again in response.

Step three: Done

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The next day, Bangtan found themselves on the red carpet with photographers taking their picture outside the Golden Disk Awards, waving brightly with smiles on their faces (A.N. bear with me I don't know how the Golden Disk Awards work - or any music awards for that matter). Namjoon was, of course, right next to Yoongi, a hand placed on his hyung's good shoulder. Despite living with him, he couldn't help but constantly steal glances at the smaller rapper, looking so tiny and cute next to him.

And of course, there was the obvious fact that they were wearing matching outfits . He could hardly keep the smile off his face. Not that he wanted to anyways. Not when ARMY, reporters, even their members, could see that Yoongi was matching his clothes with him . With Namjoon. It was perfect. He had missed sharing Fear of God shirts and too large sweatpants and beanies (and underwear - they wore the same size) and literally anything else. Now, they were matching again, and he had even asked the stylists if they could keep the clothes (they could).

Then, the interviewer cleared her throat to garner all of their attention, and in sync, they turned their heads to face her. Namjoon let out a low chuckle at the way she seemed to visibly fluster at the sudden attention from all seven of them at once, and let her take a minute to re-compose herself. "So, Yoongi-ssi," she started, addressing the rapper who had just recently rejoined them. "I see that you're back. I think I speak for all of Korea and the rest of ARMY when I say that we missed you very much. And..." She paused, eyes flickering between him and Namjoon. "You're matching outfits with your dongsaeng today. Was this intentional?"

Before his hyung even had a chance to open his mouth, Namjoon had already seized the opportunity. He shuffled forwards, draping an arm around the smaller's shoulders (mindful of the one he just got surgery on, he was always careful of that). He brought his Yoongi-hyung into his side, dropping his chin at the top of the other's head - essentially clinging onto the older rapper. "Intentional," he answered, smiling wide as the rest of Bangtan gave soft smiles and laughs. "I guess Hyung just missed me that much."

He didn't have to look to see the way Yoongi rolled his eyes fondly as everyone else dissolved into light laughter. But Namjoon knew, better than most (after all, 10 years of connection had to count for something, right?) that Yoongi had a bashful smile on his face. "Yeah, I did."

Mission complete.

Hoseok

Hoseok hummed to himself happily as the stylist worked on his hair. He hadn't been able to keep the smile off of his face recently. Why? Because his soulmate was back. The other half of his SOPE. Yoongi-hyung was back. He had missed him an unbelievable amount in the past three months. The video chats and text messages just weren't the same as having him whining and laughing next to him (or on his lap). The group had already had a couple performances together with Yoongi after he had returned, but Hoseok didn't think he would ever get used to the happiness of seeing the other rapper in the dressing room with him anytime soon.

(And no, it was not just because he liked watching his boyfriend get dressed - well, that was definitely a reason, but not the only one)

Yoongi was pretty. He was handsome and sexy but he was also very, very pretty. Yoongi also didn't seem to know that fact well enough, despite Hoseok and the others telling him constantly. Maybe that was why the rapper's face had fallen as the stylists continued to talk and chatter and sneer around him.

“Yoongi-ssi, maybe you should lose some weight.”

“Your time off has made you ignore your diet.”

“We’re going to have to resize your clothes.”

Hoseok could only pick up his hyung's dejected mumble because he was right next to him. If he wasn't, he never would have heard the sad words. “It’s not that noticeable, is it?”

The other rapper felt the tell-tale surge of anger rushing through his veins at how utterly pretentious and rude the stylists were, laughing at Yoongi's rapidly dropping self-esteem. These new interns were seriously getting on his nerves - he would have to talk to whoever was in charge of the hiring process. 

“I mean, only if you have eyes,” one of the stylists said quietly, though it was clearly meant to be loud enough for Yoongi to hear. The two girls laughed to themselves, unaware (or perhaps uncaring) of the stinging of unshed tears in Yoongi's eyes. Unfortunately for them, Hoseok had also heard the less-than-pleasant remark. This could only end badly for someone who insulted his Yoongi-hyung.

Suddenly, Yoongi shot up from his seat. "I- I'll be right back. Restroom." With that, he was gone, practically running from the room. As soon as he left, Hoseok gritted his teeth, thankful that it had just been the two of them in the dressing room at the moment. Had any of the other members been there, one of them (most likely one of the maknaes - those 3 were scary when they were protective of Yoongi) would have flipped off by now. Hoseok himself had a slightly more tactful approach. Slightly.

Hoseok got up from his chair, ignoring his own stylist. He came right over to the other two, who immediately looked him up and down with smiles on their faces. He could tell in their eyes that they were blatantly checking him out. It disgusted him. "what do you think you're doing?" He demanded, venom leaking into his voice. "Putting Yoongi-hyung down like that?"

They shuffled hesitantly, shrugging. "We're stylists. We know about this stuff," one of them said, gaining confidence as her words went on. "We're just calling it like it is."

The other one nodded along, jumping in. "Just because he was away for 3 months doesn’t mean he has to make our jobs harder." Hoseok's eyes flashed with barely concealed anger. That was the wrong thing to say. 

"He was away recovering from a surgery. He was getting better . You have no right to make him feel ashamed for something like taking care of himself, do you understand me?" He took a step closer, voice turning into a menacing growl. "And trust me, if I, or anyone else, hear you say anything else about our Yoongi-hyung, you won’t have jobs to worry about, because I will personally make sure they end, right there.”

Giving them a final death-glare, Hoseok turned to stalk back to his own chair, pausing at the last second to whirl around once more. “And he looks perfect as he is.” Satisfied, he made to sit down, keeping a trained eye on the two of them as he did so.

A second later, Hoseok saw Yoongi come back into the room, the dried tear tracks still visible on his face. He rubbed at his eyes once more, heading back to his chair with those god-awful stylists without a single sound. The rapper kept his eyes on him until finally, Yoongi seemed to sense it, and glanced up. When he did, Hoseok gave him his warmest smile, the one that never ceased to cheer Yoongi up. It looked to have worked - at least a little bit - because his hyung gave a tiny one in return.

Satisfied, for the moment, Hoseok turned back to his own stylist, keeping an ear trained for any other hurtful comments. Thankfully, there were none. Good , he thought to himself, the gears turning in his head. I need to figure out a good time to talk to Yoongi-hyung about this and reassure him against those mean comments. I just need the perfect time… Hoseok found the opportunity much sooner than he had thought. Every member of Bangtan had noticed that Yoongi was a little bit off all day, and they hadn't failed to send concerned glances his way.

As soon as they reached their dorm, Yoongi headed straight for his room, closing the door behind him. The other members exchanged worried glances before Jungkook made to follow him. Hoseok's eyes widened as he realized what the matter must have been about. Quickly, he jogged after their maknae, pulling him back. "Ggukie wait, let me talk to him. I think I know what this is about." Jungkook paused, hesitating briefly before nodding and stepping back.

Once the younger left, Hoseok couldn't help but chuckle fondly. Jungkook had always been a little overprotective over their 2nd oldest hyung. Still, he took a deep breath before opening the door, stepping inside. "Hyung?"

Yoongi snapped his head up at the entrance, clearly startled. He tossed his phone to the side, wringing his hands. “Hoseok-ah! Hi, uh- Did you… um… need something?”

Hoseok tilted his head suspiciously, eyes zeroing in on Yoongi’s phone where it lay sadly on the other side of the bed. Yoongi followed his gaze, eyes widening. 

“It’s nothing! Just-”

Before he could do anything, Hoseok had crossed the room in a flash, snatching up the phone. Yoongi leapt after him, hands reaching for the device as Hoseok held it high above his reach. Thank god I’m taller than he is.

“Hoseokie give it back!”

Hoseok only moved far away, lip sticking out petulantly “No.”

Finally, Yoongi gave up with a sigh, curling into a tight ball against the headboard of his bed. The other rapper remained on the far side of the room, in case Yoongi attempted to reach for it again. He wouldn't put it past him. Hoseok unlocked the phone, concern growing in his stomach when he saw what it was open to - a Naver search. “How to lose weight," he read aloud, looking up at Yoongi who was pointedly averting his eyes.

The look in his eyes shifted as he gazed at his hyung, who suddenly looked so unsure and small. Honestly speaking, Yoongi had gotten healthier during his time off - as he should have. He was sure Seokjin especially would have thrown a fit if Yoongi had returned from rest looking thinner than before. Hoseok hoped that Yoongi would one day be able to see how beautiful he was, all the time. For now, though, he made his way to the bed, sitting down next to him. Yoongi still wasn't looking at him.

"Listen, I know what you're going to say, but-"

Hoseok didn't say anything at all. He only threw his arms around Yoongi, bringing him in tight for a hug. He felt Yoongi stiffen for a brief second before his hyung buried his face in Hoseok's shoulder, shaking. “Hyung, I’m sorry that you feel like you need to lose weight. You don't. Not for us, not for your fans, not for anyone. We love you exactly as you are - healthy. You're perfect, Yoongi-hyung." Hoseok pulled away, wiping the tears tenderly from Yoongi's face. "You're perfect for us."

After a second of silence, Yoongi surged forward to kiss him. As Hoseok eagerly kissed him back, hands finding purchase on the other's (perfect) hips, he knew that Yoongi knew it too.

Seokjin

Seokjin frowned at himself. He knew that Yoongi had been beyond exhausted recently, that was no surprise. After all, he had just recently come from recovery and was suddenly thrown into the fray of their hectic schedule. Everyone had missed him so much in those 3 months he was gone, Seokjin especially. He missed going fishing with him in the early hours of the morning. He missed the domesticity of cooking together and trading jokes and puns. He missed being able to wrap himself around Yoongi and give him as much affection as he wanted, because as his only hyung, Yoongi couldn't even refuse him. Needless to say, he missed Yoongi .

But Yoongi was back now, though at this rate, it was only a matter of time before he worked himself sick again. He had been in physical therapy for a while with his injured shoulder, and now was pushing himself to 'make up for everything he had missed.' He barely slept, barely ate, and kept trying to work, work, work. Even if he didn't actually have to. Because that was just who their Yoongi was - kind, sweet, dedicated, and hardworking.

So of course he was going to be a little more sleepy than usual, seeing as how he used his supposed-to-be-sleeping hours for producing new songs. Of course he was going to talk to people a little less, trying to save his energy for the dance practices he didn't have to attend but did anyways. Of course he was going to be in a head a little more than usual, all of the voices he tried to silence screaming at him to do more, work more, be more. And of course he didn't deserve any shit over that fact. He didn't. Not Yoongi.

Seokjin had been humming brightly to himself on an afternoon in the company building, having finished up his recording for that day. He headed towards the staff room on a short break to grab a cup of coffee for himself, and then for Yoongi as well. The rapper had been feeling a little run-down and exhausted recently and Seokjin wanted to do something for his (favorite) dongsaeng.

Speaking of whom...he glanced up at the sound of fast footfalls, just barely catching sight of Yoongi rushing out of the room. Seokjin smiled brightly, speeding up. "Yoongi! Yoongi-yah!" He slowed to a stop, left frowning after the area where Yoongi had been. The other hadn't faltered in his steps, not even pausing. Maybe he didn’t hear me. Maybe he’s in a rush because inspiration suddenly hit him. Or maybe he’s just completely and utterly lost in his head again . The singer chuckled to himself at the thought. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time .

He shrugged, stepping towards the staff room, back on his mission to attain two cups of coffee. Suddenly, the noises of voices caught his attention, and on some instinct, he paused outside the room, frowning as their (rather harmful) words registered.

"Yoongi-ssi has gotten so rude recently. He didn't even talk to me today!"

"I accidentally bumped into him and he just hissed and mumbled something before moving away."

"He acts so aloof, like he's better than us."

"Maybe that's why he felt the need to go on a three month vacation."

"Does he know how much slack we had to pick up afterwards?"

Seokjin schooled his expression into something icy cold, one that he had quite a lot of practice doing, and strolled into the break room. He took great pleasure in the way everyone shut up immediately upon seeing him. He gave the staff a fake smile before taking his time brewing two coffees - one for him, and one for Yoongi. The entire time, the room remained pin-drop silent, with no one daring to breathe or move or say a thing. He loved it.

He could sense them all squirm, and a small smile curled on his lips, where he knew they wouldn't see it. They deserve it. They deserve all this coldness and more for what they said to Yoongi. "I wonder," he started, still focusing on making his coffee. "Have any of you worked so hard that you collapsed? That feeling when you know you've done enough but you still have all this pressure on you and that fear that you can't fall? Like nothing you do will ever be enough? That point, where you could care less if you end up in the goddamn hospital, as long as you finish that one fucking song?" 

He whirled around, fixing them all with a glare that could cut through bone. "No, you wouldn't. None of you would. You know why? Because Yoongi is the only one who pushes himself that far. He cares so much about Bangtan, about this company, that he went with knives in his shoulder for years . And even when he was supposed to be resting, do you want to know how often I caught him with a laptop working on a song? Every damn day. Because he wanted to help as much as he could. Now? He's thrown into this schedule again and he's beyond exhausted. One of these days, he's going to collapse."

Seokjin shook his head in irritation. "But none of you care, right? That the idol your job revolves around is working his ass off, even when he's been through surgery, because you had to do a little bit extra. Unbelievable."

The staff fidgeted around, not meeting his eyes.

"I mean...we weren't used to it-"

"It was just hard!"

"We didn't mean to assume-"

But Seokjin couldn't hear anymore. He stalked out of the room, looking left and right in the hall for where Yoongi may have gone. Yoongi probably heard the awful things they were saying about him… I need to go find him. There was only one place Yoongi would be after something like that. He made his way to the genius lab, shifting the two coffees in his hands so he could put in the code (they had made Yoongi give it to each and every one of them in case of a situation like this one).

It clicked open, and he stepped inside. " Yoongi-yah~ " Suddenly, he froze, and the sight he saw broke his heart. His Yoongi was curled impossibly small into a ball in the corner, breathing heavily with sobs wracking his frame. Immediately, Soekjin set down the coffees, rushing over and dropping to his knees in front of the shaking rapper. He gathered Yoongi in his arms, holding him tight and whispering soothing words. 

" I'm here...shh...Hyung's got you...everything will be okay Yoongi-yah...I promise... "

Finally, Yoongi seemed to calm down enough to talk, and he pushed away from Seokjin's hold. "I'm- I'm sorry Hyung, I don't know what happened." He had ducked his head, rubbing frantically at his eyes in an attempt to hide the race of tears. Seokjin only pursed his lips. I’ve seen him broken down before… Why does he feel the need to hide it from me?

Still, Seokjin knew not to push him very much, and gently spoke. "I think I know what happened. You heard the staff talking, didn't you?" Yoongi's silence was taken as an answer. He leaned forward to tenderly wrap his arms around Yoongi once more, bringing him into a hug. "I want you to know that all of that was bullshit. They don't know what they're talking about, baby. You do so much for us. To hell with them. They could never do half of what you do."

Yoongi shook his head, pulling back slightly. "Do you- I mean...do you think that everything the staff said was- Was true? I took a break for three months, and you all had to do so much in my absence and-" Seokjin shook his head fervently.

"No, Yoongi, of course not . None of what they said was true. They were just jealous people making assumptions." He leaned forward to gently wipe the tears off of Yoongi's cheek, resting their foreheads together. "What you're feeling is only human, and it's okay to feel a little sad. But trust me when I say that we could not do anything without you, and all of us love you so much. Your health is our biggest priority, and no one thinks any less of you for staying true to that."

Yoongi still kept biting his lip, glancing up at him hesitantly. "But are you sure Hyung?"

By way of response, Seokjin moved forward to press his lips lovingly to Yoongi's, holding him tight in his arms. I’m never going to let you forget how much you mean to us, no matter what anyone says . "I'm sure Yoongi-yah."