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The possibility of being invited to join Yoongi’s variety show as a guest had been something Taehyun had been looking forward to for some time. He was ecstatic when he caught Yoongi-hyung in the hallways a while back and he had mentioned extending an invitation to them after their album had reached the top of the charts. A few days later, Soobin came bounding into their dorm yelling about a group meeting.
Initially, they had been concerned as their leader isn’t the type to come running in with news. Or the type to run at all, really. But, once Soobin had excitedly told them that Yoongi-hyung had invited two of them to be guests on his show, they were all hopping around their dorm room deciding who should go. Originally, Taehyun and Soobin were going to go, since they had the best alcohol tolerance and Kai didn’t want to deal with any potential backlash from his “cutie” image being tarnished by drinking, even though he was a grown man and could drink if he wanted to.
Beomgyu’s boldness on Soobin’s recent live had ended up with him being on a drinking ban for a week. Especially after he had admitted that he “just couldn’t resist his boyfriend’s cute, flushed cheeks! And his lips, Kai-yah! They were so red, I had to kiss him!”
Naturally, as Soobin’s other boyfriend, Kai agreed. But, he also knew it was probably best Beomgyu didn’t go on Yoongi-hyung’s drinking show just in case he let slip the fact that he kissed one of his boyfriends on live. Or did something crazier, like actually kiss his boyfriend. Again.
Even then, Soobin's schedule ended up filling up with a new Marie Claire solo magazine shoot, so the company sent Yeonjun to fill in for the leader.
Eventually, the day of filming came around and after sitting through the rest of their schedules, the other three headed home while Taehyun and Yeonjun headed to Yoongi’s show location.
Once they arrived, they were immediately greeted by their hyung and asked which type of drink they preferred. When Taehyun mentioned whiskey, Yoongi's eyes lit up and he started to talk about the history of and the ways to drink whiskey.
Eventually, they all settled down around the table. Taehyun’s heart warmed at the fact that Yoongi was sitting on the right side with them the way he did when the other members of BTS were starring on his show. Yeonjun caught Taehyun's eyes and sent him a little smile telling him that he had realized it too and was currently fanboying about it in his head.
“Ah, sunbaenim–”
“Yeonjun-ah. Hyung.”
“Right, hyung! I don’t drink often, so I'm a bit of a lightweight. I just wanted to let you know that I can get a little floaty about a bottle or two in, so if I look like I'm out of it, please be patient with me!”
Yeonjun dips his head in an imitation of a bow and Yoongi chuckles.
“Don’t worry, Yeonjun-ah. I’m sure you’ll be fine. After all, we’ve all drank together before and nothing too bad happened then. We’ll be sure to keep an eye on you though, won’t we Taehyun-ah?”
Taehyun chuckles, patting Yeonjun’s thigh under the table. His hyung’s fingers tangle with his own for a brief moment before separating.
“Sure, hyung! I’ll try to make sure Yeonjunnie-hyung doesn’t go over his limit too quickly!”
Soon after, the crew signals that they are ready to begin filming and the show begins smoothly. They start out by talking about their music and how happy they are that The Name Chapter: TEMPTATION has put them at the top of the charts. Yoongi inserts a little “ooh, top of the charts artists in front of me” that has both Taehyun and Yeonjun blushing. They move onto more casual topics like their upcoming tour and the ins and outs of their daily lives.
Within all this talking, Taehyun and Yoongi don’t realize until it’s too late that they’ve all gone through three bottles of whiskey and other drinks, meaning that Yeonjun has already drunk quite over his limit.
Taehyun mentally curses himself in his head. He should have noticed! His hyung has been humming in lieu of speaking his opinion for a while now and has started to lean his head towards Taehyun’s shoulder like he can’t keep it upright anymore.
Now, if they were in private, Taehyun would just reach up and bring Yeonjun’s head down to rest on his shoulder, but they still have filming to complete and Yoongi-hyung is! Right! There!
“Hyung! What do you think about the last time we all hung out? It’s been a while for the three of us, but I know Soobin-hyung has seen Namjoon-hyung a few times since then!”
Yeonjun’s head tilts back up and he straightens up in his chair.
“Hmm, right! I think…hmm… I think we should all meet again! It was fun! Of course, sunbaenims are going to the military soon, but some…some of us can meet! Maybe you can come to our concert! Oh, hyung! Do you want to come, wouldn’t that be fun!?”
Yoongi exchanges a glance with Taehyun and smiles at Yeonjun. He gets up and heads to the mini fridge situated behind him. Grabbing a water bottle and cracking it open, Yoongi places it in front of Yeonjun and Taehyun whispers to him to take a couple sips. It’ll probably get cut out of the show anyways.
“Yeah, Jun-ah. That would be nice. We could come by if you wanted us to. We could also meet at the company more or have you come by Namjoon’s with Soobin-ah.”
Yeonjun takes a big, messy gulp of his water and sighs.
“That felt good, thank hyung! How has your music been going? It was so c-cool to listen to your music the other day.”
Taehyun’s eyes widen and he looks over at the staff who seem to be waving at Yoongi to avoid talking about his D-DAY album.
“It’s fine, Taehyun-ah. We can just release this episode after the D-DAY announcement. But, yeah. It’s going well. I’m really enjoying the creative process, as always. Are either of you thinking of releasing a mixtape?”
When there’s no answer from Yeonjun, Taehyun looks over and sees him blankly staring at the wall behind Yoongi and blinking sporadically. It’s obvious that his hyung’s attention is waning so he steers the conversation to be mostly between Yoongi and him and topics that Yeonjun won't have to do much but hum along in agreement with.
But, right as he opens his mouth to talk, Yeonjun jerks back in his seat and plonks his drink cup down on the table with a resounding clink.
With an odd sort of reverence like he has a big secret to tell, he says,
“ Yoongi-hyung. Hyung, hyung, hyung.”
Yoongi can’t hide the smile threatening to overtake his face. Just look at his dongsaeng, he’s just so precious and cute!
“Yes, Jun-ah?”
Hyung, I really love MOA. I really really love them so much. I wouldn't be anything without MOA. You know, hyung-ie?”
Yeonjun’s words are slurring slightly indicating that he’s well past his limit of one bottle.
“Ah, Yeonjun-ah, you’re right. I wouldn't be anything without ARMY either. I love ARMY.”
Yoongi's eyes are soft with a fondness only reserved for his dongsaengs when he answers. People outside of BTS don't get to see him like this, so it warms Taehyun’s heart to know that the five of them are well taken care of and loved by their hyungs.
Especially Yeonjun. He's the one who’s grown next to them and watched them move up the ladder while he waited his turn. He’s the one they watched over until Taehyun came along and was ready to stand by Yeonjun, holding his hand right next to him.
Taehyun’s a little worried about the screen time they’ve accumulated versus the amount of that screen time they’ll actually be able to use, but his eyes are crinkling at the corners and his smile is starting to hurt his cheeks.
His hyung is the cutest when he’s drunk. Each time they get drunk at the dorms together, Yeonjun hyung is stripped down to his bare soul, which only holds love for them, love for what he does, and love for their true MOA fans.
He’ll be getting dragged back to his room by Taehyun, sometimes Soobin, and will be fighting them because “I haven’t told Gyu I love him yet! I can’t go to sleep before that, let me go!”
And, of course, they let him go, stumbling around until he makes it to the kitchen where Beomgyu is grabbing snacks. They’ll watch him fondly as he wraps his limbs around Beomgyu like an octopus, startling him into dropping his snacks on the floor so he can secure his drunk hyung in his arms before he knocks both of them to the floor. Beomgyu will frown at Yeonjun in his arms right before Yeonjun lands a giant smooch on his forehead and declares that “beomgyuuuuuu, you are incredibly annoying, but I love you,” and promptly passes out in his arms, becoming dead weight.
Beomgyu will curse and scramble to secure the added weight and eventually catch Taehyun and Soobin giggling at him from the doorway and say “you couldn’t help? I’m drowning here!”
Once they finally manage to put Yeonjun to bed and get back to the couch where Kai has been sitting and watching it all unfold, not even 30 minutes will go by before Yeonjun will come stumbling out and flop down on top of all of them, claiming he’s lonely and they can’t drink without him.
They’ll all eventually fall asleep like that, knowing tomorrow will be full of cramped body parts, but they wouldn’t change their eldest hyung for the world.
Yeonjun’s continued rambling brings Taehyun back to the present and judging by Yoongi’s fond, syrupy expression, Taehyun’s been daydreaming for quite some time now.
He tunes back into the conversation just soon enough to hear the moment when everything goes to shit.
“And! And you know what else I love, Yoongi hyung?”
“What’s that, Yeonjun-ah”
“Taehyunnie! Love Taehyunnie so much. He's my baby, hyung. Did you know that? My baby! His kisses are so nice, hyung. Want him to kiss me all the time. Taehyunnie! You’re here! Can I have a kiss, baby, please, please, please?”
“CUT!”
A glance at the staff shows Taehyun that some of them are shocked, some are hiding smiles behind their masks, and the director, sitting in the middle of it all, is incredibly flustered.
Daring to turn his head towards Yoongi-hyung, Taehyun finds Yoongi barely concealing the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, his efforts to keep a neutral face are absolutely futile. Distantly, he realizes Yeonjun’s tugging at his sleeve and demanding that Taehyun kiss him in between drunken giggles.
Taehyun can feel the heat creeping from his cheeks down to his neck, he’s sure the flush has reached his chest at this point, too. He can do nothing but bury his head in his hands and let out a groan.
And that is what does it for Yoongi across the table.
It starts with his quiet cackling and makes its way into a full blown laughing fit in which he’s bent in half over the side of his chair, slapping his knee, and holding onto the table for dear life.
Taehyun lifts his head.
“Hyungggg, stop it!” He whines, smile threatening to creep onto his face.
“S-sorry! Sorry, Taehyun-ah. It’s just- just I knew Jun-ah was gay, but he might be giving me a run for my money!”
Taehyun’s blood runs cold.
“Hyung? Hyung, you knew? Does anyone else know? Were we too obvious about it?”
Sensing the panic rising in his dongsaeng, Yoongi stops laughing and reaches over the table to grab one of Taehyun’s hands.
“Hey, hey. I knew because Jun-ah came to me for advice. My staff won’t say anything if they value their lives,” Yoongi aims a scathing look at the crew and some of them take that as their cue to disappear, “and no one outside of BigHit would be able to tell. No one inside HYBE knows either to be fair. You two are kept under wraps and Soobinnie has done some great damage control for your group. You’re safe with them and you’re safe here. Just take a deep breath, yeah? Everything is going to be fine. Although…”
Taehyun’s eyes flick to Yoongi’s face to see him smiling.
“We might need to reshoot this episode…and wake up your boyfriend.”
Taehyun turns to see Yeonjun…asleep. Even though he’s just been through a rollercoaster of emotions and half the staff have still stuck around to watch it all unfold, his eyes soften at the sight of his boyfriend: cheek squished to the table, pouty lips slightly parted, eyelashes fanning his cheeks, and the soft rise and fall of his back as he sleeps, unknowing of the havoc he just unleashed while drunk.
Taehyun leans over.
“Hyung. Hyungie. Junnie-yah.”
“Hmm?”
“Junnie-yah, you’re sleeping on the set of Suchwita.”
“Hmm.”
“...”
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“...Oh. ”