fifty one

                                    

                                          
"Youngjae hyung!" Yugyeom screeches, sprinting through the form, trying to find his hyung. "Youngjae hyung is a fucking psychic!" He cries.
                          
Mark shoots him an odd look.
                          
"Jae isn't a psychic," he mumbles, holding an arm out and catching Yugyeom by the waist. "Why are you chasing after him?" 
                          
Pouting because he's being constricted by his Mark hyung, Yugyeom looks the elder in the eyes before speaking. 
                          
"I said I wanted to perform again and he said he promised it'd happen soon," he starts, noting the way Mark's eyebrows furrow.
                          
"But Jae doesn't get a say in those things," the eldest says quietly, more to himself than to Yugyeom. 
                          
"I know! But then, three days later, and we get to produce our own solo songs! Hyung, Youngjae hyung is magical!" Yugyeom insists, wriggling out of the elder's hold and going back to his mission of finding Youngjae. 
                          
"Youngjae!" He calls again, the mentioned boy coming out of the bathroom at that moment, with a towel in his hand, drying his hair. 
                          
"Youngjae hyung," he corrects, coming up to the maknae. "What's up?"
                          
"Can you see into the future?"
                          
Youngjae blinks at him one, two, three times before—
                          
"Did JYP hyung give you something to smoke?" The elder asks incredulously, squinting as if trying to see if Yugyeom was intoxicated. "What kind of bullshit are you sprouting?" 
                          
"No, I'm serious!" Yugyeom insists, slapping the elder's arm. "Can you see into the future?" He repeats. "And who says sprouting?" He adds in a quiet mumble. 
                          
"No," Youngjae says, pushing past Yugyeom and heading to the kitchen, the younger trailing behind him like a puppy. "Stop being weird."
                          
"But Youngjae hyung!" Yugyeom continues to whine, fully convinced that even if Youngjae didn't have any psychic powers, he talked to some higher ups before promising Yugyeom that they'd be able to get back on stage soon. "Were you just hopeful?"
                          
Youngjae sighs, finally turning around and looking at the maknae. 
                          
"A few days ago I went to a management meeting with Jaebum hyung," Youngjae starts, looking at Yugyeom while leaning against the kitchen counter. "They said that they had a comeback planned for sometime next month, and that they wanted us to take the spot. They gave us a few sample drafts of music, a concept map and said we could do solo songs if we wanted." He shrugs, smiling lightly at how Yugyeom was smiling ear to ear. "You're happy about it, aren't you?"
                          
"So happy," the younger agrees, kissing Youngjae's cheek. "You're like... A psychic."
                          
"Stop calling me that," Youngjae chuckles, shoving the maknae back before speaking again. "But we have solos now. You should start thinking about how you want yours to be."
                          
Yugyeom hums in agreement, telling Youngjae he'd start thinking about it and brainstorm lyrics. 
                          
Maybe Youngjae wasn't psychic, and maybe he couldn't see into the future, but he kept his promise to Yugyeom and that was all that mattered to the maknae at the moment.
                          
Maybe in some ways, his Youngjae hyung really was magical. 
                          
——
                          
"Fine." 
                          
"What?"
                          
"Fine."
                          
"But I didn't ask a question—"
                          
"Fine!"
                          
"What do you mean!"
                          
"Don't yell at me!" Yugyeom gasps, glaring at Jackson with no menace. "I didn't do anything."
                          
Jackson looks baffled, because he is baffled at the amount of audacity Yugyeom has to speak to him like this, with zero context and zero explanation. 
                          
"You're being weird!" The older boy accuses, pointing a finger at Yugyeom. "Stop being weird!" 
                          
"I just said fine! What's so weird about that?"
                          
From where he was passing by, Jinyoung peers his head into the ajar door of the studio, only to be greeted by an offended looking Jackson and an offended looking Yugyeom. 
                          
"What are you two idiots yelling about?" Jinyoung asks, inviting himself inside and kissing Jackson's cheek before heading to Yugyeom and kissing his forehead. "I heard you from the hall."
                          
Immediately, Yugyeom is the one to point a finger, always being quick to point fingers. 
                          
"He said I'm being weird!" The maknae cries.
                          
Jinyoung raises an eyebrow at the two of them, as if asking if that childish statement was the really fire behind the loud voices he had heard. 
                          
"That's because he is being weird!" Jackson's cries back, and Jinyoung is disappointed, but not surprised, because the childish statement really was the fire behind the loud voices he had heard. 
                          
"You two make me want to jump in front of a bus," Jinyoung deadpans, and Yugyeom would be concerned if he wasn't busy boring holes into Jackson's head. "Stop looking at him like he killed your mother!" Jinyoung yells, thwacking Yugyeom's head lightly to hopefully knock some sense back into the younger boy.
                          
But all Yugyeom does is gasp. 
                          
"You killed my mother?" 
                          
"For fuck's sake Kim Yugyeom—" 
                          
Jinyoung leaves the room before he really does find a bus to throw himself in front of. 
                          
——
                          
"Sunrise."
                          
"OMW."
                          
"What the fuck?" Bambam splutters, looking at Mark. 
                          
"Shut up, you literal asshole—"
                          
"Anyways. Made It."
                          
"My Youth."
                          
"You're not even that old, why are you portraying yourself as someone—"
                          
"Just tell us the title of your song!" Jinyoung yells, cutting the younger off. 
                          
"Goddamn, okay, Nobody Knows."
                          
"Well, obviously we don't know, not until you tell us," Jinyoung says exasperatedly, rolling his eyes and urging Youngjae to get on with it.
                          
"Nobody Knows!" Youngjae says again.
                          
"Well fuck, if you don't tell anyone, of course nobody would know." Bambam chuckles sarcastically.
                          
"The name of the song is Nobody Knows you dipshits," Youngjae grumbles. 
                          
Bambam's mouth forms an 'ah' shape, finally comprehending before smiling at Youngjae. 
                          
"That's an interesting title—"
                          
"Shut up and just tell us yours."
                          
"Party."
                          
"Of course," Jackson says, finally directing his attention to Yugyeom. "You?"
                          
"Fine."
                          
"Don't pull this shit on me again Yugyeom—"
                          
"The name of the song is Fine, you idiot," Mark sighs, flicking Jackson's forehead and ignoring his whines. 
                          
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