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Yoongi hums quietly as the elevator doors open with an automated sound. He steps out, having a good feeling about today. He doesn't believe in horoscopes most of the time but he read Pisces are supposed to experience a new positive change in their life today last night. Late night internet scrolling takes you on an adventurous journey. However, he is an opportunist first, musician second and everything else third. He is ready to receive all sorts of positive changes sent to him from the stars. Or the universe itself. 

He makes his way down the hallway towards the direction of his studio, head lightly bopping to the beat of his unreleased song, stuck in his mind. He pays no attention to his surroundings, passing by other rooms when he hears loud music coming from one of the free studios he knows is used by the company’s junior artists. 

He pauses in front of the slightly opened studio door and tilts his head curiously, peeking through the crack. His lips twitch in amusement when he sees it’s one of the TXT boys. Their leader, to be more specific. Soobin seems to be filming something, presumably a tiktok, judging by the way his phone is leaning against the top of the speakers. 

Yoongi is aware of the hype surrounding promoting your music on tiktok and hoping it goes viral. He raises an eyebrow when he pays attention to the song playing on Soobin’s phone and realises that it’s not a TXT song. It sounds extremely cutesy and after listening to it some more, he makes sense of some of the words. Some sort of bubblegum J-pop. 

Soobin is not aware of his surroundings, otherwise he would've noticed Yoongi a long time ago. He is too preoccupied with blowing air kisses towards his phone camera, his hands moving in some sort of practised choreography. He makes hearts around his cheeks, smiling softly that drops when the music stops. He goes to pick up his phone, monitoring his performance. 

If Yoongi is being honest, the whole thing is very cute. He guesses this is the tiktok challenge where you have to act cute. The aegyo of digital age. Soobin appears to be very good at it. Being cute.

Way to be the guy who states the obvious, He thinks to himself. Of course, Soobin is good at being cute, he is a trained idol. Being cute is about 40% part of their job.

Yoongi adds Soobin in his mental list of things he finds cute. He steps back before Soobin can notice him. He doesn't want to look like a weirdo who spies on his oblivious hoobae. He thinks of Soobin, the cute chu~ and bites down on his lip to stop himself from smiling, continuing on his way to his original destination. 

Soobin is cute. 

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Yoongi slips off his slides and lies down in bed with a soft sigh after turning off the light in his room. He had a busy day today, which he spent entirely in the company. He sinks further into the sheets, pulling the covers over his body and tucking them under his chin. He closes his eyes and waits for sleep to come to him.

He goes through his mental list of everything he did today — went to his dentist appointment, worked on his upcoming tour setlist, tweaked some of the instrumentals of his songs that sound better live, ate food, worked out for two hours, went back to his studio, work, work and some more work. He got home, ate dinner, took a quick shower, blow-dried his hair, did his skincare regimen, which consists mostly of the moisturizer his dermatologist recommended and a toner given to him by their makeup artist noona, and now he's going to sleep.

He changes sides, turning to his left, a little annoyed because he's exhausted, but he can't sleep. His mind is too loud. Random thoughts keep popping in his brain and he keeps feeding them without even realizing. 

Tour… Seeing ARMY live… What if no one comes? No. That’s impossible. Jimin's album will be out soon. Wonder what Seokjin hyung is doing right now. Is Jungkook sleeping? I bet he isn't. I’d kill for some good tteokbokki right now. The stand that was near our old dorm— 

He turns to his right, sighing out loud.

He forcefully closes his eyes once again, feeling a slight headache beginning to form. It seems like every body part is ready to relax and fall asleep except for his brain, and he can't help but feel frustrated. He worries it might be another bout of his temporary insomnia, something he's had occasional trouble with in the past. However, it has been a while since his last episode and he really cannot afford to lose any sleep  now.

Is Namjoon still at his studio? Nah, he left earlier than me today. Maybe I should watch more of those cat rescue videos. Speaking of cats, do I really look like one? I  gotta take Hobi out for lunch soon. Cute dogs. Holly is probably sleeping right now too. Spoiled punk. That being said, Taehyung definitely pampers Yeontan more than anyone else. Did Soobin upload that video of his on tiktok? It was really cute— Wait a minute. 

Yoongi slowly opens his tired eyes and gazes up at the plain, white ceiling. He is used to thinking about his members and his dog but he has never thought of Soobin before like this. He can't seem to shake the thought of that video. A part of him really wants to check if Soobin actually posted it or not. 

Despite his curiosity peaking, Yoongi tries to hold himself back. It feels too silly and a little creepy for his own liking. Plus, he doesn't even have the tiktok app installed on his phone. He knows the video is probably amazing, anyways. There's no need for him to see it with his own eyes.

Tossing and turning, he desperately tries to shut his eyes, hoping to drift into a peaceful sleep. Maybe this time, luck will be on his side.

Yoongi barely waits a minute before he's stretching his arm towards his nightstand where his phone is charging, almost knocking over his water bottle in the process. The sudden bright light coming from his phone illuminates his dark room, making him squint in discomfort. He ignores his texts and other notifications and silently goes to the Play Store to download TikTok. 

He reassures himself that he's only being a good sunbae by checking up on his junior group. Nothing more to it. As he glances at the time glaringly displayed on his phone screen, he wonders why on earth he's deciding to be a good sunbae now at 1 AM.

He opens the app, skips through everything else and goes straight towards the search tab. He toys with his bottom lip, feeling oddly on the edge, as he types in TXT’s name. Their official account is quick to  pop up under his search. 

TOMORROW X TOGETHER (@txt.bighitent)

He mentally prepares himself for whatever reason he doesn't feel like unpacking just yet and clicks on the profile.

He smiles, a little smug and proud when he sees all the followers and likes. He is aware that TXT are pulling in good numbers but it’s different seeing it himself. Soobin’s video is in the top row, posted very recently. He already has over two million views.

The same music for that day starts playing when Yoongi clicks on the video. He lets out an airy chortle when he sees the bunny and heart emojis edited in at the chu part. Soobin really does resemble a bunny. It’s cute. 

He doesn't even realise he’s smiling widely at his screen until the video ends and restarts again. He presses the screen to pause it and shakes his head in disbelief. He is really smiling and giggling at his hoobae’s video at one in the morning. What is happening to him?

As he unpauses the video and goes to click on the heart icon to like the video, he's met with a surprise. A page pops up asking him to sign up or log in if he already has an account. Seriously? He obviously does not have a tiktok account, not counting their official account. 

He reluctantly creates an account using his personal email and not the one he uses for work purposes. He stares blankly at the username field. Does he really have to come up with a username? He just wanted to like Soobin’s video. What are these technicalities?  

His own names are obviously out of the list. He will not use them and knowing their fans, most of them will be already unavailable. He thinks some more and rolls his eyes at himself for being too invested in this. 

He foolishly attempts to use Soobin's name as his username, but quickly discovers it's already taken (duh!). What was he expecting? He types binsoo instead. Taken. He starts to question why he's going through all this trouble just to like one video but he pretty much downloaded this app for Soobin. He knows how to give credit where it’s due. 

Soob______93in. 

He looks at it and nods in satisfaction at the 93 thrown in for a personal touch. It’s perfect. He hears a voice that oddly sounds like Jungkook saying his username is actually clapped in the back of his head. Whatever that means. Yoongi is still not sure if it’s a good thing or not. Probably good, like getting a round of applause. 

He fills in the other information and after all the hassle, his account is finally ready. He gives Soobin his first like and follows TXT’s official account. BTS’ own official account is suggested underneath and he follows that too. 

Oddly happy with his late night tiktok adventure, he tells himself to watch Soobin’s video one last time and then he’ll sleep. 

His attention is diverted again when he notices the comment icon and clicks on it, scrolling down all the comments praising Soobin or some inside jokes he doesn't quite get. It’s good to see TXT also have those fan-artist inside jokes, though. Yoongi feels a little proud all over again. 

He knows firsthand that as an idol you can’t see every comment you get so he is obviously aware of the fact that Soobin won’t see his comment from this secret fan account. But still, he kind of wants to put it out to the world that he does think this video is cute. To make it official. Digital footprint and all. 

Just to satiate himself, he types in ‘ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 수빈이 귀여워 💕’. He ponders for a second if the heart emoji is too much. He feels like it is. He hits backspace to remove it  and posts the comment without the heart. 

He watches the video one more time, just because. 

Once more, for good luck. 

After that, he puts his phone back on his nightstand, plugging it in charge. He lays back down properly and sighs, feeling a little more content than earlier. He mentally promises himself that he is taking this night to his grave. 

Sleep comes to him much easier this time.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Yoongi experiences something that the fans may call a ‘Soobin brain rot’. 

He doesn’t know when this started but nowadays, he can be working in his studio for hours and when he feels like he is on the edge of a burnout, he simply opens the youtube tab and watches TXT Soobin’s fancams. 

In his defense, the first time he clicked on one of the fancams was because of the youtube algorithm. The video was right there, waiting for him to watch it under the suggested section. What was he supposed to do? Not click on it? 

[K-Fancam] 수빈 직캠 'Dolphin' (SOOBIN Fancam) l @MusicBank 200724 

It was uploaded almost three years ago but it has over 3 million views so he knows this is a fan favorite viral moment. He has seen the clips from this exact fancam himself back when Soobin was still an MC on Music Bank and they were winning number one for Dynamite continuously. 

He’s already heard a lot from the staff gossiping, all the Soobin praise that goes around the Hybe building.

“He’s so polite,” He remembers one of the senior makeup artists confiding to her fellow colleague when he was resting with his eyes closed. “He is such a handsome kid too. Really ambitious. You don’t get to see that a lot lately. A perfect son-in-law.” Then they burst into quiet giggles. Pretty clear to say that Choi Soobin has a considerable amount of people in his personal fanclub that are working from the inside. Rightfully so.

The video is full of the color blue — the background, lighting, outfits, his hair. Blue has always been Yoongi’s favorite color. 

The dance is simple but it’s very cute. Ah, there’s that word again. It's no surprise to those who know him and his fans that Yoongi has a soft spot for all things cute, he is not even trying to hide it anymore. He loves the cute coffee art of a heart on his latte, his members and their individual quirks, his beloved dog, and all the cute puppies & cats out there, anything that is made into a miniature version of itself. And now, he can add Choi Soobin on his mental list of Things that Min Yoongi finds adorable as well. 

He is an observant person in general, so he quickly picks up a lot of Soobin’s mannerisms just from the videos he has consumed in his free time. The other day, he ends up watching a fan-made compilation. It contained all the moments where he mispronounces a word, almost getting it right but not quite. He is half aware of the fact that it is something Soobin might feel embarrassed about but Yoongi watches the entire video without feeling a single ounce of secondhand embarrassment. When he takes note of the slight ache in his cheeks, he then realizes he’s been smiling the entire smile. 

The way his mouth curls around certain words, his furrowed eyebrows when he knows he is saying the word wrong but he can’t remember the correct pronunciation, his continuous nods when someone is correcting him, it’s all so cute. Cute, cute, cute. 

And not to be biased but the ‘global shooky’ is definitely his favorite out of all the other typos. 

He is quite aware of the fact that Soobin is a head taller than him. His mind flashes back to all the interactions they’ve had before; Hybe building run-ins, their Chicago concert backstage, the Bighit family photoshoot. Not as many as he would've liked but that’s probably his own fault. He never went out of his way to interact with his juniors a lot. 

He thinks of that time he bought them chicken when he found out they’ve been practising in one of the practice rooms for over 8 hours with little to no breaks. When he heard the news from one of the staff members, he was appalled but sympathetic. After all, he too had experienced countless long days of nonstop practice during their own rookie days. With a practised sense of nonchalance, he strolled into their practice room with two dinners' worth of  fried chicken, complete with a variety of sauces that would probably last them for days. He places the bags of food next to Yeonjun, who happens to be sitting closest to the door.

“Hey guys, eat this while you’re practising.” He remembers greeting everyone but he directed his words towards Yeonjun. “My treat.” 

Everyone started thanking him, bowing at the perfect 45 degree angle quickly until he waved them off and walked out of the room, wishing them luck. Cute kids — their eyes were still full of innocent wonder, their ears too big for their faces, still waiting to completely grow into them.

He can now remember Soobin standing in one of the further corners of the room, tired and sweaty with his hair stuck to his forehead but he was still the first one to bow to him. Has Choi Soobin always been cute since day one or? 

Yoongi inevitably falls down the rabbit hole of all the other Soobin fancams after that dolphin one. 

[ 입덕직캠 ] TXT 수빈 직캠 4K ‘샴푸의 요정 (Fairy of Shampoo)’ (SOOBIN FanCam)

The ‘Fairy of Shampoo’ fancam immediately ends up becoming Yoongi’s favorite. The first time he watched it, he ended up with his chin on the palm of his hand, staring in awe until his monitor screen went black and he registered the fact that he was in some sort of hypnosis, his own reflection blinking back at him.

He presses the replay button straightway.

He makes a conscious effort to stay present, determined not to let his mind wander. He starts off decently but then Soobin begins singing the chorus. 

Geunyeoman bomyeon, oeropji ana…

A soft tingling begins to spread from the back of Yoongi's head, down to his neck and through his shoulders, cascading down his spine. Yoongi shivers when Soobin delicately moves his fingers up and down as part of the song’s choreography, staring at the way wind blows through his pretty purple hair and his flimsy clothing. He shifts in his seat as a knot forms in his stomach. The hairs on his body rise, tracing goosebumps across his skin. He suddenly becomes too aware of his soft hoodie fabric touching his neck. 

…Seulpeun maeumdo, meolli sarajyeo

Soobin’s singing definitely has some type of hypnotic powers. The kind of voice that's given to him to become Yoongi’s very own  kryptonite. 

He ends up adding the song to his personal playlist reserved solely for his most tired moments. For when the sun is setting and his mind is on the brink of exhaustion. He silently laughs to himself.

“Min Yoongi, you’re seriously fucked.” 

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

To be honest, Yoongi and Jimin's meeting had been long overdue. 

Jimin is caught by Yoongi in the Hybe building hallway, fully worn out and bone-tired from all the rehearsal leading up to his solo debut, as evidenced by the manner he was dragging his feet while walking.

“If it isn't Hybe’s new rookie artist, Park Jimin.” Yoongi greets, light and playful. 

Jimin's worn-out body is slightly startled before he turns to face Yoongi. “Hyung.” The smile on his face is small, and his speech is softer than normal.

Yoongi takes in Jimin’s state; sweat-matted hair and sleep-deprived circles under his eyes. He is aware of Jimin's habit to practise until he is physically unable. Jimin is not admired within the group for his passion and hardwork for nothing.

Yoongi blurts out the only offer he has. “Wanna get drinks?” 

With the idea, Jimin's dim eyes slowly brighten. “Please.”

That's how they end up in a new restaurant near their company, sharing a bottle of soju, with two shot glasses, and dried squid as a light snack on the table between them. 

Yoongi begins pouring the drink into their glasses and watches as Jimin downs it in one shot. He jerks his glass forward, requesting more soju, to which Yoongi complies. He finishes that as well. 

Yoongi is sipping on his own poured drink when Jimin starts giggling lightly. He watches closely at the sudden mood swing from him. 

“Hyung,” Jimin starts. “This feels like the prequel of our scheduled Suchwita episode.” 

Yoongi smirks at that. “You should make it a big deal. I don’t provide these services to just anyone.”

“Are you saying I’m special?” 

“Would that make you feel better?” 

Jimin nods, fluttering his eyelashes with fake coyness. “Yes.” 

“Then, no, you’re not.” Yoongi deadpans. 

All of Jimin’s faux demure is gone when he scowls at Yoongi’s reply, making him snicker. “You’re seriously so annoying.” 

“Ay, is that the way to address your kind hyung who is treating you to drinks?” 

Jimin just pours more soju and raises his glass in a mock toast, almost spilling some of it on himself. “To my kind hyung.” 

“To my annoying but hardworking dongsaeng.” Yoongi raises his own glass in return. 

Their glasses meet together with a soft clink.

Soft, mellow conversation flows between them, revealing a familiarity that can only be due to the amount of time they've spent together. Jimin finally begins to express his concerns and frustrations, his body becoming more relaxed as the words continue to spill out of his mouth like an overflowing dam.

Yoongi sits and listens. 

It doesn't take long for one bottle to become two, then three. As both of them get tipsier, the conversation becomes lighter.

“— and I miss Jeonggukkie,” Jimin half slurs, his lips forming a beaky pout. “He told me, he told me he is getting ready to work with Calvin Klein. Calvin Klein! Does he have no regard for others' feelings? My feelings! Other people will see him shirtless.” 

“Aren’t you shirtless in your upcoming music video as well?” Yoongi adds fuel to the fire. 

"This isn't about me. No one is allowed to direct their depraved leers at our maknae's body." Jimin points at Yoongi with his index finger, as if he's the one at fault.

“Except for you?” 

“Except for me.” 

Yoongi snorts, paying more attention to guiding the chopstick with shredded pieces of squid to his mouth. 

“You seriously don’t get it… he is my baby bunny, sweet angel, lovely boy, can never do wrong, etcetera etcetera.” Jimin fake bemoans but Yoongi’s thoughts are already gone to someone else at the mention of the word ‘bunny’. 

“Speaking of bunnies…” Yoongi begins, almost hesitating in a way that catches Jimin’s attention quickly. Shark scenting blood. “You know Soobin, right?” 

Jimin stares at him. “Soobin, like.. TXT Soobin?”

Yoongi nods. 

“What about him?” 

“He made a tiktok,” Yoongi replies, feeling like a fish out of water. 

Jimin nods carefully. “As much as I’m liking your newfound enthusiasm in our junior group’s tiktoks, I still don’t understand. What am I supposed to do with Soobin making tiktoks?” Then, a gasp. “Was it something scandalous? Is he in trouble?” 

“No, no, nothing of that sort,” Yoongi denies before pulling his phone from his pocket. He is only slightly embarrassed when Jimin eyes him as he opens his camera roll to play Soobin's video instead of the app itself. It’s a cute video, he had to save it. Sue him! “See for yourself.” 

He hands over his phone to Jimin when the music starts playing. 

Yoongi has watched the video enough times to have learnt the part of the Japanese song that plays by heart. Apparently also, enough times to memorise the video itself because even though his phone screen is facing Jimin, he can still see the video like it is engraved in his brain, or tattooed behind his eyelids; the chu part with the bunny and sparkle heart emoji, the part where he pokes his dimples, the part where he— 

“This is so cute, Soobin is so cute!” Jimin gushes and replays the video. 

At that, Yoongi almost gets up and snatches his phone from Jimin's grasp. The desire to snarl like a wild cat while clutching the phone to his chest protectively is illogical, but it makes perfect sense to his caveman brain. He ignores it and hums in the most nonchalant manner he can muster, shrugging lightly like, it’s no big deal. 

“I want you to recreate it,” Yoongi says like he is making a business deal, trying to keep his lips from rising in response to Jimin's high-pitched laugh. “Idols do this in their fansign video calls nowadays. ARMY would want that. You need to start practicing.” 

“What are you talking about?” Jimin asks, covering his mouth with his hand as his body shakes with laughter. “You want me to act cute? I’ll leave that to Soobin instead.” 

“Yah, Park Jimin. Are you really gonna let your hoobae outperform you in being cute? What happened to ‘Am I.. charming?' Are you not charming anymore?” Yoongi exaggerates his outrage, satoori slipping in at the end of his sentence. 

Jimin's laugh becomes squeakier as he almost tips over his chair, causing Yoongi to reach out and grab both his arms, preventing him from falling on his back. “Stop, no more. Anything but that.”

Yoongi simply grins, pleased that Jimin's mental exhaustion, which was obvious only an hour or two ago, has vanished, making him feel a little accomplished with himself. His gaze is drawn to his phone screen, which displays a freeze frame of blond hair and blue denim— his personal definition of cuteness personified before it fades to black. 

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Yoongi is about to turn 30 and his mind is blank.

When Yoongi turned 20,  he had a long list of what he wanted to achieve in life. Perform in large stadiums, release a solo mixtape, top the charts, and win daesangs. Survive. Make it big. Make people eat their own words when they doubted him and his band. Show everyone around him that he did it. 

Yoongi is about to turn 30 and he has no idea on what to do. He performed sold out shows in big stadiums, he is going on a solo tour soon, he has put out two mixtapes and his first album is on the way as well, he topped the charts and he won awards he never even dared to imagine about before. Made it big. What is he supposed to do next?

30 seems to be far away, but then you blink and it's just right outside your door. Yoongi, at the age of 10, was positive he would be married by 30. That’s what adults are supposed to do, right? His mother, on the other hand, is doing everything she can to make little Yoongi's prediction come to life.

‘My friend’s daughter is A group. You know A and O are very compatible, especially in long term relationships. She is pretty too. Can cook as well.’

Yoongi simply snorted in return. As if he'd marry someone solely because their blood types are compatible. What kind of Vampiric bullshit is that? Also, he is very capable of cooking for himself. He was almost offended by the last part. 

‘You know… your appa’s coworker’s son lived in America. He recently came back. Apparently, he is into men too….’

That one was just shameless. He is very relieved and happy that his parents have finally accepted his sexuality, however that now means he will allegedly date every gay guy his parents are aware of, which isn't many to begin with. But if that was the case, he would've married all his band members a long time ago.

The ending conclusion is that Yoongi will not marry anyone anytime soon and that he feels like he has reached a dead end after achieving almost everything he desired.

Yoongi-ah, you’re too young to have a midlife crisis right now, Seokjin would’ve teased if he was here, with all his dramatics and fake exasperation. Stop making us look older than we actually are. 

Seokjin is not here with him right now but Yoongi gets a series of texts two hours before midnight. 

So, yeah. Yoongi enters his thirties with a bit of longing, a minor life crisis, high anticipation for the future and cake. Lots of cake. 

He receives his first cake at IU's palette, Jieun bringing it to him as the live band plays the birthday song for him. It's sweet — a little unnecessary, but nice nonetheless. He blows out the candles and holds the cake while posing for the cameras. He's a pro-idol with an advanced knowledge of how these things work. 10 years of experience and all that. 

Another cake is delivered to him and along with a note that is written in a handwriting that he recognizes even in his sleep. Jung Hoseok is an angel sent from heaven, that's all Yoongi wants everyone to know. 

And one more cake which he received 10 minutes ago by two of the staff members for  his birthday live on Weverse, alongside with other birthday themed items including a realistic-looking cat balloon that seems a little too creepy to look in the eyes. They tape the silver balloon letters spelling SUGA to the wall behind him with red stars around his name.

He puts the cat balloon in his chair and starts the live after making sure he isn't in the frame. He stands still and watches people join in, the viewer count increasing rapidly and comments pouring in. He steps in the frame after a few seconds and removes the cat balloon, putting it back on the couch and sitting in his seat. 

“Hello, everyone.” He greets, watching the comments go by quickly, his eyes barely catching the birthday wishes and the colorful emojis of different flags.  “It’s Suga.”  

Yoongi continues the live like every other he has done. Jimin’s comments make him laugh — “No, but do they receive a notification whenever we do lives? Why do they all come when I do a live?” — he is not a self-proclaimed pro idol for nothing. 

“There’s something called the ‘Sorry, I’m cute’ challenge, and then..” Yoongi starts with a laugh, already thinking about the Soobin video after seeing a comment about fansign video calls. “Who was it? Did I watch Soobin’s?” 

He is not being subtle at all. He already knows that if Jimin is still watching, he'll notice his attempts to appear casual right away. Did I watch Soobin’s, he says as if he hadn't memorized every frame of that tiktok. He goes to YouTube on his computer and types in the name of the challenge. He ignores the red bar indicating that he has already watched this video and clicks on it.

Yoongi can’t stop his endeared smile at the familiar sight of Soobin’s blond hair and cute expressions, exposing his pink gums and teeth due to how wide it is. “Soobin was really good at this!” He compliments, attempting to hide his grin by raising his hand to his mouth but failing. “How do you do this?” 

He wonders how he appears right now, with his eyes crinkled up from smiling from ear to ear. If the fans will catch on. He is not the type to mention other artists in his lives besides his own members. “I asked Jimin to hurry up and practice!” He claims, because mentioning Jimin makes his sudden fondness appear justifiable to the fans. It feels safer. For the time being, he tucks Soobin into the back of his mind.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

“Hyung, who is the tallest player in the NBA right now?”

Taehyung's sudden question causes Yoongi to furrow his eyebrows. They're both at Jimin's house right now, celebrating the release of Set Me Free pt.2. It would've been a group dinner but with everyone out and about, only Taehyung and Yoongi made it.  However, the three video-called the absent members and drank a shot with them in Jimin's honor. They ordered their dinner. Yoongi would have cooked for them, but he was exhausted from his upcoming tour performance rehearsal. 

“There are many players who are above 7ft..” Yoongi answers while gathering the used dishes and taking them to the kitchen. “Just google it.”

Taehyung huffs from the couch, messy haired and face unshaven but still more handsome than most of the people Yoongi knows. Face genius, indeed. His phone is in his right hand and his left hand is busy stroking Jimin's hair, who has his face buried in Taehyung's chest. He doesn't seem disturbed by Jimin's complete weight on him. This is a usual sight for Yoongi, really. “I still can’t believe you’re one of those people who watch sports just for the sake of watching sports."

Yoongi puts the dishes in the sink and returns to Taehyung with his lips pursed in a line. “What else am I supposed to watch them for? What do you watch sports for?” 

“The hot players, of course.” Jimin snorts at Taehyung’s shameless reply, the sound muffled by Taehyung's shirt. Yoongi rolls his eyes  and settles into one of the armchairs. “I can do both." He responds.

“Wait, I like this trivia game with Yoongi hyung that we’re having,” Jimin raises his head, disregarding Yoongi's puzzled 'What trivia game?' and stares him down. Yoongi’s reflexes kick in and he automatically breaks eye contact. “What’s with you and Soobin?” 

Ever the opportunist. Clearly, someone needs to teach Jimin the art of being subtle and working up to the topic. 

“Wow, when did you buy this decoration piece? I never noticed it before,” Yoongi starts, staring at nowhere in particular. He is the master of deflection. A pro of diversion. He is not going down without a fight.

Taehyung giggles, clearly enjoying this. 

“Hyung,” Jimin stresses. 

“Jimin.” Yoongi replies back in the same tone. 

“Why do you keep mentioning Soobin everywhere?” 

“I’m not mentioning him everywhere. You’re exaggerating.” Yoongi sniffles and crosses his arms over his chest, pretending he doesn’t see Jimin’s pointed stare. 

“You sound infatuated.” Jimin shots back. 

“Wha— what? Infatuated? Me?” Yoongi sputters. The laugh that escapes his lips is a little too loud and nervous. “You’re talking nonsense.” 

Taehyung sheepishly adds in. “You do seem a little infatuated, hyung. I’ve never seen you talk about any other artist like this.” 

Yoongi shoots him a betrayed look. He should've expected Taehyung to take his soulmate’s side but still. He had a little hope. What happened to Daegu boys' solidarity? Hawaii buddies? Hand holding couple? Did it all mean nothing to him? 

“He’s just a cute dongsaeng. I saw him in the studio once and later found his video by accident. Nothing else.” Yoongi explains, omitting out the details of him downloading and making an account on tiktok just for Soobin. He still uses that app sometimes when he takes a break. There is something called ‘For you page’ and it’s mostly filled with Soobin’s videos. Velocity edits or whatever the kids say. 

“Just be careful,” Jimin says. “You obviously know better but keep it… consensual.” 

“I feel like I should be offended right now,” Yoongi half jokes. That definitely felt like a jab to his character. Taehyung’s silent ‘Jimin-ah’ proves his point. He shakes his head. “I also want you to keep in mind that Soobin is an adult who can make his own decisions. Opposite of what you’re trying to imply, I'm not going to jump him the second I see him.”

“Hyung..” Jimin mumbles, guilt visible on his face.“You know I didn’t say that to offend you. You and I both have seen way too many cases of relationships where the power balance is very off in this industry. I don't want other people to level such accusations against you. I just— I’m just looking out for my hyung. You know?” 

Yoongi sighs and loses his defensive stance. “I know. Thank you for looking out for me. Nothing is going to happen, though.” Yoongi hesitates and then adds, “Hypothetically and this is only hypothetical, okay? Hypothetically, if something does happen, Park Jimin will be the first to know.” 

Taehyung clears his throat loudly. 

“You as well, punk.” Yoongi shakes his head fondly.

“This just in, Yoongi hyung loves the 95z the most.” Taehyung deepens his voice, the one he uses for his role plays and pretends to put a microphone to his mouth by making a fist.

Yoongi snorts. “I do not.” 

“Nuh-uh, you do.” Jimin insists.

“I love you all equally.” Yoongi confesses casually and ignores all the awww, hyung! thrown his way.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Yoongi drags himself out of his studio, his feet scuffing the ground as he walks towards the elevator. The automated doors open, and he gets inside. He presses the button on the floor where the Hybe cafeteria is located. He is not having the best of days today. It's one of those days when he wants to abandon every project he's working on and live permanently on a mountain. He has become too much of a Seoul boy to do that, but right now, this sounds like the best idea he has ever had in a while.

He sighs and raises his arms over his head, stretching upward and hearing his joints pop. He looks at his reflection in the mirror walls of the elevator and runs his index and middle fingers over his eyelids in an attempt to make them appear less tired. He then runs his fingers through his hair and gathers them in his fist, tying it up in a little ponytail with the hair tie he's been wearing around his wrist lately. He smiles tiredly at the memory of his mom running her fingers gently through his hair and cooing, aigoo I have such a pretty son. He misses his mom. 

The automated ding breaks his staring contest with himself, and he steps out to enter the cafeteria area. His gaze scans the place, seeing the mostly empty tables and one not-so-empty table.

He blinks blankly at the sight of a very enthusiastic Huening Kai, who is waving at him right now, and a very shy Choi Soobin sitting next to him.

After the conversation with Jimin and Taehyung, Yoongi put his self-control to the test and stopped watching any Soobin content. He is not the type to be affected by others' words. He also believes that being a fan of something is one of the main essences of living life. However, he caved in this time. A Soobin ban on himself. He almost considered deleting the saved tiktok in his camera roll once, but that would be going too far. That's something you'd do after a breakup—deleting videos and such. He doesn’t know how he unintentionally formed a parasocial relationship with his hoobae in his head, but he is not breaking up with 221229 tiktok Soobin. They are just on a break. 

Yoongi had no idea how much Soobin content he had actually started consuming over the past few months. Sometimes, he catches his fingers opening TikTok or YouTube, muscle memory working overtime as if his subconscious brain is in search of its daily Soobin fix.

Note to anyone who is currently thinking of stanning TXT Soobin: it has the same symptoms as addiction; your brain will become reliant on the dopamine it receives by just looking at him. Proceed with caution.

After almost four days of his Soobin ban, the sight in front of him looks unreal. Is he so Soobin-deprived that he is starting to have hallucinations in the daytime? He blinks once again. Nope, they are still there. Poor Kai’s wave gets less enthusiastic and more awkward when he sees that he is getting no response from Yoongi.

He gets his feet to start working and walks towards the duo, noticing how Kai slightly nudges Soobin, the latter getting more and more shy with every passing second. Cute. By the time he reaches their table, both the boys are standing up and bowing slightly, “Hello, Suga sunbaenim!” 

Yoongi tuts slightly. “Didn’t I already tell you guys to drop the sunbaenim? Talk comfortably.” 

“Sorry, hyung.” Kai giggles, nudging Soobin discreetly to say something as well. 

“Hi, Yoongi hyung,” Soobin finally  greets, the corners of his lips tugging up in a bashful smile, his dimples sinking in his cheeks. Fuck. Yoongi had almost forgotten about the dimples. Of course, Soobin had to have dimples and of course , they had to be cuter in real life. 

Were they a mistake left by an angel or were they a deep kiss, He suddenly remembers the lyrics to dimple. That dimple is illegal. They really don’t have a single song in their discography that does not make sense. He needs to meet up Bang PD and ask him what exactly is his motive behind choosing leaders that are tall and have dimples. Making Yoongi’s life hard? 

“Hi, what are you guys up to?” Yoongi asks as he takes one of the chairs to sit down and gestures for them to do the same. 

“Just here to get Taehyun’s less carbs, less fun, extra protein and extra boring workout meal.” Yoongi snorts at Kai’s reply. Funny guy. “You need two people to pick up his meal? Also, is  he trying to be the hulk or what? I see that kid in the gym so much.” 

“Originally, it was just going to be Soobin hyung coming to pick the meal—” Yoongi tries to shake off how his brain likes the idea of him being alone with Soobin. “— but I decided to join because I wanted him to buy me hot chocolate. And to answer your other question, Taehyun actually enjoys working out.” Kai fake shivers. He talks like a true maknae. It reminds him of Jungkook. All cute and ready to be spoiled by his hyungs. 

“Oh no,” Yoongi mimics Kai’s fake horror and chuckles. “Do you not like working out?” 

Soobin forgets all about his shy behaviour for a moment and wrinkles his nose in distaste. So. Fucking. Cute. “Not at all.” 

“Hyung has abs, though!” Kai says it like a secret he wasn't supposed to know. 

Yoongi raises his eyebrow and looks at Soobin in interest. “Is that so?” He asks, his eyes trailing down his upper body until the rest is covered by the table in between them. He wonders… 

Soobin raises his arm and rubs the side of his neck sheepishly. “Kind of, we have a new choreo where we have to lift our shirts a bit. It will be revealed soon at our upcoming concert.” 

“Oh yeah, good luck on the tour. I already know you all will do great.” Yoongi genuinely believes that. “Take care of yourself and your band members. Stay healthy.” 

Yoongi hesitates for a moment then adds afterwards. "You can contact me if you need advice or want to talk about something." His gaze lingers on Soobin's figure for a few seconds before turning to Huening Kai. "All of you." He smiles politely. 

Yoongi clicks his tongue softly at the formalities when Soobin and Kai bow their heads slightly with a ‘thank you, hyung’ in reply. 

“I’ll gotta go, though. Just here to get my coffee.” Yoongi informs them and stands up from his chair and starts to move towards the direction of the café. 

“Wait, hyung—” Yoongi looks back at Soobin’s call. He takes note of his nervous body language as he fidgets in his seat, face flushed which worries Yoongi slightly because he has been pink throughout their entire conversation. Is he coming down with a fever? “— I wanted to thank you.” 

Yoongi tilts his head slightly in confusion. “Thank me for what?” 

“For watching my tiktok and complimenting it. I wasn’t even aware you saw me filming it. I was a little surprised and embarrassed.” The laugh he lets out at the end of his sentence is so shy, Yoongi can’t stop the fond smile forming on his face. 

“You were so immersed in being all cute, I didn’t wanna disturb.” Yoongi giggles at Soobin’s expression. “You are so good at it. I don’t know how you had all the gestures down. I’ve been asking Jimin to do it too.” 

“I think hyung should do the challenge too,” Soobin teases which makes Kai giggle to himself. 

Yoongi smirks at that. “Ay, I don’t want to dethrone you in cuteness. I’ll let you keep the title of being the Cutest Boy for now.” 

Soobin’s loud laugh and pink blush stays with Yoongi the entire day. 

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

If you told Yoongi that he’d end up looking up his hoobae’s fancams a few months ago, he would've laughed at you. Not even the good 4K resolution fancams shot with expensive cameras, later uploaded on M2 youtube channel. He is talking about the ones shot on an iPhone camera with shaky hands and loud background screams. Jimin is the one to be blamed for this, really. 

Park Jimin is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Yoongi has a very clear mental image of Jimin in a wolf costume, laughing at his misery and going Awoo. 

So, Yoongi watches the damn video. Three times, to be exact. He is not aware of how his thoughts went from aw, my hoobae is so cute to wow, maybe I want to fuck my hoobae but Tinnitus (Wanna be a rock) 230325 TXT Soobin fancam can do that to a person.  

He was definitely aware of Soobin's attractiveness, but he now feels as if he is seeing everything in a completely different light. He wasn't aware of how Soobin's arms flex when he dances, the intense onstage gaze, how his clothing sticks to his sweaty body, hair wet with that superstar glow— now he is, and he feels as if his entire existence has shifted off its axis.

Min Yoongi, 30, idol/producer/rapper, is having a quarter-life crisis because he is attracted to his young, hot coworker. 

He accepts his revelation as any other and goes on with his life. It’s not the worst thing out there. He is of an age where he can discover new things about himself and handle it like a champ. He doesn't acknowledge the underlying shame in his stomach. Everything is fine. 

The Universe, on the other hand, has a peculiar way of messing with him. His phone buzzes on the edge of the table an hour after his slight mental freak out, catching his attention from his work. 

He glances down at his phone screen, his eyes widening at the name in his notifications. He notes the time. 11:39 PM. 

Yoongi shoots another look at the opened track he's working on. He can return to this later. 

Yoongi is starting to believe Soobin is incapable of being endearing at any time. 

Yoongi, instead of replying to the texts, simply presses the call button. It rings twice before Soobin answers. 

"Hello?" Soobin's voice is small and nasally, as if he cried recently. Yoongi's heart tugs in concern. 

“Hey, Soobin-ah," Yoongi says softly. "Have you eaten anything yet?"

Soobin answers with a hum. "Yes, we finished our show a little while ago. We returned home and ate." 

"How did the concert go?" Yoongi almost regrets asking because Soobin seems to pause before replying with a ‘good.’  

Yoongi's eyebrows furrow in worry. "Did something happen at the concert?"

"No, no, the concert itself was amazing." 

"Then?"

"Well, I just had a drop today after the concert? I'm not sure how to put it, but it was one of those emotional drops," Soobin explains, his words jumbling together in frustration. “I had such a good time at our concert. I know you know what I mean. Full of adrenaline and excitement. Loud. Happy. You know?” 

Yoongi  softly hums. “I know. It’s nice, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah,” Soobin lets out a shaky breath. “The niceness didn’t last for long, I guess.”

Yoongi wishes he could hug Soobin close to him. “Why not?” 

“Everything was so loud at the concert. The cheering, our music, the lights, my members...” The awe in his voice is clear. “When I returned to our dorm, it was completely silent. It gave me such a whiplash. It suddenly hit me that this is temporary. I had the cheers earlier but now I don’t. I might have the cheers tomorrow again but who says I’ll have them next year too?” The insecurity and sadness is so evident in his voice, it makes Yoongi want to cry on his behalf. 

“What if I mess up? Hyung, I don’t want to mess up at all.” Soobin’s voice cracks at the end. 

“Oh, Soobin,” Yoongi breathes out. “Take a deep breath. Do you have water with you? Can you please take small sips for hyung?” 

“Okay, hyung.” The reply is barely audible, but Yoongi can hear a bottle opening and Soobin drinking the water.

“I drank,” Soobin announces after a few seconds. 

Yoongi almost coos in fondness. “Proud of you.” 

"I'm sorry for dumping all of this on you, hyung."

“Hey, no,” Yoongi starts, his voice soft. “Don’t say sorry. I’m glad you called me. You’re not alone. Hear me out, okay?” 

Soobin sniffles. “Okay.” 

“The worst part is that this feeling never goes away. I hate telling you this but I’d rather have me be honest with you and not sugarcoat things that won’t help you in the future,” Yoongi admits. “I felt  like this after every concert and I still do to this day. It was snatched away from us when the lockdown started. It made me feel so helpless. I kept saying to myself like ‘fuck, Yoongi-ah, your life is over. ’” 

“Hyung…” 

“I’m not trying to make this about me, I don’t want you to think that,” 

“No, no, I didn’t think that at all.” Soobin interrupts, making Yoongi smile. “You’re telling me that… hyung understands.” His voice trails off hesitantly. 

“I do.” Yoongi confirms. “This will sound cliché probably but have faith in your fans, okay? They saw something special in you. Everything in this world happens for a reason. They met you for a reason.” 

Yoongi continues. “Most importantly, believe in your team. I'm already aware that you're all close. Maintain that. The best part about being a team is that if you experience something, good or bad, you’re not alone. You have your four brothers with you. I know this is basic information and you are already aware of it, especially as the leader but a reminder is good sometimes. You are doing great, Soobin-ah.” 

When Soobin doesn't respond, Yoongi mentally chastises himself for getting carried away. “Ah, did I speak too much? I totally did, right?” 

“I’m just..” Soobin trails off. “You’re really good at being comforting, hyung. I’ve seen your fans say that but it’s different to experience it this way. Thank you so much, hyung. I truly mean it.” 

“Hey now,” Yoongi laughs shyly at Soobin’s earnest tone. “Don't fret. Who will tell you these things if I don't? Don’t worry about these things already.” He teases. “You’re still young. Save it for the future years when you’ll be releasing your first solo album.” 

“My solo album?” Soobin bursts out laughing. Yoongi feels relieved to hear the sound of it. “That’s a little too ambitious right now, hyung. I haven't even gotten around to releasing a solo cover song.”

“Why not, though?” Yoongi asks sincerely. “You have a good voice. Just go for it!” 

“Ahh..” Soobin clicks his tongue. “Alright, hyung. I’ll make sure that the first cover is dedicated to you. ” 

“Woah,” Yoongi grins. “A shout out from world star, TXT Soobin? Hold on, I think I might faint…”

“What do you mean ‘world star’?” Soobin whines, his voice tinged with laughter. "You play too much."

Yoongi laughs back in the reply, spinning lightly in his chair. "Are you feeling better? Have you washed up? It's late; you should get some rest."

“I do feel better, all thanks to hyung.” Soobin replies. “I will wash up and then go to sleep soon. Good luck with your album, too. I’m really so excited.” 

Yoongi chuckles. “Is that so?” 

“Wait a minute— why are you laughing? I’m serious!” Soobin complains. “I am the number one SUGA fan.” 

“You’re what?” Yoongi’s laugh gets louder. “Just go to sleep, number one SUGA fan.” 

"Only if Hyung promises to send an autographed album just for me," bargains Soobin.

“I was planning on doing that anyway.” Yoongi replies, a little confused. 

“No,” Soobin makes a small frustrated noise. “That one’s for the group. I want one just for me. With ‘To Soobin’ written on it, along with hyung’s sign.. ” 

Yoongi takes a moment to reply. “You’re really cute, do you know that?” 

“Hyung!” 

“I’ll send an autographed album with a personalised message written just for you.” Yoongi promises. 

“Great doing business with you.” Soobin replies in a serious tone. “I’ll go fulfil my part of the deal. Goodnight, Yoongi hyung. ” 

“Goodnight, Soobin,” Yoongi says, a soft smile on his lips. He never thought of himself as one of those guys who says, ‘No, you hang up,’  but he genuinely does not want to end the call. The sound of Soobin’s quiet breathing feels comforting, a soft reminder that he really exists. Yoongi has to stop himself before he gets too carried away. “Sleep well.” He hangs up the call. 

Yoongi lets out a sigh. This is more complicated than he thought. His fast heartbeat agrees with him. 

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Talking to Soobin on the phone becomes a daily occurrence for Yoongi after their first phone call, as much as their schedules allow. It mostly consists of a few texts per day. They are both extremely busy, with Soobin touring and Yoongi filming promotional stuff for his album release and preparations for his own tour.

Soobin is currently not in Korea right now. He is supposed to be in Taiwan, if Yoongi recalls correctly. Seoul’s downpour and grey clouds somehow match Yoongi’s mood perfectly. He can’t remember the last time he waited for someone like this. Can’t remember the last time he got excited after getting a text. Can’t remember the last time he had a crush. Crush. Crush. 

Yoongi feels like a teenager all over again. As if he is still in the first year of high school in Daegu, getting shy because of the tall popular sunbae who greets him with an enthusiastic ‘Yoongi-ah!’ every time he notices Yoongi in the hallways. Guess he always had a thing for tall guys. The only change is that he is the senior in this situation. 

He remembers his last phone call with Soobin after he got done with their Singapore concert. 

I’m doing so well lately. Hyung must be proud of me, Soobin’s giggle was clear over the receiver, a soft twinkling sound. Yoongi could practically feel the dimpled grin from miles away. He hummed in agreement because it was true. He is so damn proud. Hyung should treat me to a meal when I return. 

Absolutely shameless. Yoongi had never been so smitten. 

Yoongi waits, waits, and waits until Soobin does return to Seoul after finishing three concerts overseas.

Yoongi had to change Soobin’s contact name to satiate himself, adding the emojis that were edited in his sorry, i’m cute tiktok. He will never get over that video. Sue him.

Two hours after their conversation, Soobin shows up at his studio. By then, Yoongi had already arranged the jumbled mess on his table and disposed of the empty bottles and coffee cups. Fuck, he even swapped the peppermint essential oil in his diffuser for a gentle lavender one. Although he is aware that this is not a date in a traditional sense, he still wants Soobin to have a great time. 

His concentration is broken by the studio bell ringing. Yoongi takes a deep breath before reaching for the door. He pulls open the door after hearing an automated sound. 

Soobin stands in front of him, resembling every bit of the handsome male lead of a drama. Yoongi’s brain can already imagine an OST playing in the background to introduce him. Shalala~ A dreamy haze envelopes the background, ensuring that Soobin remains the center of attention, while twinkling sparkles dance around his eyes. A mystic breeze passes to blow through Soobin’s soft blond hair, adding to the enchanting moment. 

“Hello, Yoongi hyung.” Soobin greets politely, bowing slightly. The drama OST comes to an abrupt pause. 

“Hey you,” Yoongi replies back, gesturing to Soobin to step inside. “Come in.” 

Soobin enters and looks around in wonder. “I’ve only seen this place in videos.” A shy laugh escapes his mouth as he confesses. “I know you invited me but I feel like I’m committing a crime by being here.” 

Yoongi giggles at the dramatics. “Why do you feel like that?” 

“You won’t get it, hyung. You've never been invited by your #1 idol to their studio.” 

“I once invited myself to Seo Taiji’s home,” Yoongi recalls nonchalantly, shrugging. “and I wasn't aware of the fact I’m your #1 idol?” 

“Who else if not you, hyung?” Soobin responds playfully, making Yoongi snort in amusement. 

Feigning disappointment, Yoongi shakes his head. “Jin hyung will be so devastated to hear this.”

It’s comical how quickly Soobin’s eyes get wide, his face crestfallen. “No.” 

Yoongi smirks teasingly as he adds on, “A shame, really…” 

“Hyung!” It’s crazy how obsessed Yoongi is becoming with Soobin’s drawn out, whiny ‘hyung’  whenever he teases him. The slightest furrow of his eyebrows combined  the way he purses his lips, dimples becoming prominent— you can’t blame Yoongi. “Be nice.” 

Yoongi laughs. “Alright, fine. I’ll try to play nice. What are you in the mood to eat? I’ll order for us.” 

“Um,” Soobin makes a show of thinking, tapping his forefinger on his cheek softly. Yoongi feels his heart tug. “Beef galbi? I’ve been craving it for like, three-four days.”

At that, Yoongi definitely ends up ordering a little too much food for just two people with extra side dishes and — (“Do you like Cola or Sprite?” “Cola!” ) — three cans of Cola. But it doesn't matter. If there are any leftovers, Soobin can just take them to their dorm. Yoongi just wants to spoil Soobin a little and make sure he eats well. Yoongi also places an order of a dozen-pack donuts for the rest of the members of TXT. 

It takes 45 minutes for their food to arrive. Yoongi lets Soobin mess around in his studio while they wait. With each passing second, he becomes more comfortable, snooping around Yoongi’s small trinkets and other decorations with an ooh or ahh every time he finds something intriguing. Yoongi has never allowed anyone else to enter his personal space or touch his belongings like this before but oddly enough, he doesn't mind Soobin doing it at all. 

Not with cute compliments like—

“Hyung, you’re seriously, seriously the coolest person ever.” 

Or curious questions like— 

“Why do you have a motorbike helmet? Is it just decorative or do you ride a motorbike,” A small gasp. “That would be so badass!” 

Yoongi just watches on with a fond smile and keeps replying to everything Soobin says, ‘thank you, I’m flattered you think so.’ and ‘this is just decorative, I just thought it looked cool.’  His studio feels brighter with Soobin’s presence in it. 

“Oh right,” Soobin suddenly sits up straight. “I’m so damn excited for your collaboration with  IU sunbaenim. I actually gasped when I saw the announcement. This is like, my dream collab.” 

Yoongi laughs, the sound is shy and pleased. He will never get used to getting praised like this, especially from Soobin. “Do you like IU?” 

Soobin is quick to nod. “Who doesn’t?! I went to her Seoul concert too. This is so silly but,” Soobin huffs out a sheepish laugh. “I was watching her and I suddenly imagined a staff member bringing a mic for me. I joined the stage and IU sunbaenim introduced me to the crowd. Then, we both sang together.”  

Yoongi can’t stop the loud laugh that escapes from his mouth. “Oh my god.” 

Soobin scrunches his nose and shakes his head. “You don’t get it, hyung. This is basically my celebrity crushes collabing together.” 

“Oh?” Yoongi quirks an eyebrow, a pleased cat-like smirk on his lips. “I’m your celebrity crush?” 

“Hyung, please. You’re like, everyone’s celebrity crush.” Soobin tries to reply nonchalantly but the tip of his ears are slowly turning red. “You get a hundred marriage proposals per minute.” 

“Don’t.” Yoongi says warningly, knowing exactly where this is going. 

“South Korea’s most eligible bachelor, Min Yoongi!” Soobin grins, teasingly. “Yoongi, marry me.” 

Yoongi likes the way his name sounds coming from Soobin’s mouth. The shape of his mouth when he says the oo part, the prominent n sound— he wants Soobin to say his name all the time. “I invited you to my studio for the first time  and you’re already proposing. Without a ring, too. I’m not that easy, you know?” 

Soobin is always cute but cuter when he is laughing, especially at Yoongi’s jokes. “I will work hard to get the ring.” Yoongi ignores the thought of marriage and Soobin in the same context. Too early, get a fucking grip.

“Which artist do you like besides IU?” Yoongi asks curiously before looking at him pointedly. “And don’t say BTS.” 

"Agust D.” Soobin looks at him with an innocent grin. Cheeky fuck. 

Yoongi purses his lips in a thin line so he doesn't smile. “You think you’re so funny.” 

Soobin hesitates for a moment before replying, “I love Bebe Rexha’s music.” 

“Oh, she’s a good singer. I haven’t heard many songs except for the ones playing on the radio. Powerful voice.” Yoongi compliments, not understanding the look of awe in Soobin’s eyes at his reply. “...what?” 

“Nothing,” Soobin shakes his head. “You’re just really amazing.” 

Yoongi feels the tip of his ears getting hot. He is not even doing anything right now! “I’m already buying you a meal, punk. No need for the sweet talk.” 

They talk some more while they wait for their food. Yoongi learns that Soobin absolutely loves anime — "Hyung, you seriously have to watch Jujutsu Kaisen. You’re missing out big time." His favorite colors are blue and yellow. He has a huge sweet tooth, and bread is his favorite thing in the entire world. He pours cereal first because he’s not ‘an uncivilized beast.’ He is quite expressive with his facial expressions and makes a lot of hand gestures while talking. He is a dog person, but he proudly shows off pictures of his hedgehog and promises that he will let Yoongi meet Odi one day. In return, Yoongi shows him pictures of Holly. Proud pet parents moment.

Yoongi also learns a new fact about himself. He laughs a lot in Soobin’s company. 

Finally, a staff member who had picked up his order delivers their food. Yoongi bows slightly before taking the bags from him. He brings out a tiny folding table so they can put their food on it in front of the couch they sit on. 

“I still can’t believe I’m in Genius Lab right now.” Soobin suddenly breathes out like reality is hitting him. 

I still can’t believe you’re the cutest fucking person ever to exist, Yoongi wants to say but he just grins. “You really like it, huh?” 

“I love it.” Soobin corrects, accepting the food boxes Yoongi gives him absentmindedly and putting them on the table. 

“If you act nice, I’ll make you personal Genius Lab entry coupons. Choi Soobin exclusive.” Yoongi teases. 

“I’m always nice,” Soobin proudly exclaims. “How many entry coupons will I get?” 

“I’ll just make one. It will have unlimited use.” He replies as he passes a pair of chopsticks to Soobin. “C’mon, dig in.”

Soobin licks his lips in anticipation. “Thank you for the food.” 

They start to eat their food in silence for a few minutes until Soobin breaks the silence. “I like how kind you are, hyung.” 

Yoongi makes a face at the sudden sincere confession. “I’m serious!” Soobin says when he notices Yoongi’s expression. That’s the worst part. Yoongi knows that Soobin is serious. He just nods gratefully, not knowing what to reply back.

“What else do you like?” Yoongi lets the question slip out of his mouth after a few seconds, staring at the way Soobin pauses briefly before continuing to chew his food, appearing to think carefully. 

“Uh.” Soobin sucks in air through his teeth and swallows. “Do I have to pick just one?” 

“Mn.” Yoongi nods, using his chopsticks to pick some of the rice and chewing on it thoughtfully. 

Soobin’s own chopsticks are in his mouth but they’re empty of food. His lips wrap around the tip of the chopsticks, his teeth nibbling on it in thought absentmindedly. Yoongi’s heavy gaze fixates on the action immediately. Teeth dents are so obvious on the wooden tip when he takes the chopsticks out of his mouth, a slight sheen of saliva reflecting under the studio lights. He inhales a sharp breath. 

“Your hands.” 

Yoongi’s concentration breaks when Soobin’s lips carefully form the words, looking up at his eyes instead. 

“What?” 

Soobin hesitates before repeating his answer. “I like hyung’s hands.”

Yoongi blinks, expecting him to say something about his rap or work ethic. His smile, probably. If he wanted to mention something physical. But his hands? He wouldn't have predicted this reply at all. He looks down at his hands and spreads his fingers slightly. He doesn't see anything special. 

When he looks up at Soobin, he becomes aware of the stare on his hands. He moves his fingers up and down, just to confirm. His own attention at Soobin’s face this time, waiting for any sort of reaction. He secretly feels thrilled when Soobin’s eyes follow the movement, dazed. 

“Why?” 

“They’re just,” Soobin pauses. He sucks in his bottom lip, his eyes wandering around Yoongi’s studio. When he speaks next, he starts slowly, each word dragged out meticulously. “I don’t know how to say it without sounding… improper.” 

Yoongi pauses with the chopsticks raised to his mouth, mid bite. He lowers them back and flicks his chin forward as if to say ‘go on’. 

Soobin raises his own hand and brings it closer to Yoongi. He shyly touches Yoongi’s wrist, causing him to hold his breath, curious to see what the younger does when he puts their hands side by side, hovering in mid air. “Look.” 

Yoongi releases a shaky breath as they both look down at their hands. They are similar in many ways; both pale and pink around the knuckles, wide nail beds, big in size but together, they strike a contrast. Soobin’s hand is long but it’s delicate, his nails perfectly trimmed. The veins protruding out are there but soft. Smooth. Yoongi’s hand is wider, his knuckles prominent with a light dusting of dark hair underneath. The veins on Yoongi’s hands stand out more, his skin almost translucent over the green-blue colors. It looks rougher, skin bitten around the edges of his thumb. 

“Your hands are… manly.” Soobin murmurs. “Together, they look so..” 

Suggestive, Yoongi’s brain unhelpfully supplies. The difference between their hands look downright pornographic to him. The type of sight that you might see in some sort of lewd webtoon. He doesn’t say it out loud. Soobin was worried about sounding improper when he’s just calling his hands manly. He wonders how the bunny will react if he finds out all the things that run through his brain. Will he flush pink completely down to his neck? Or freak out and avoid Yoongi altogether? 

His mind flashes back to the teeth dents on the chopsticks. The urge to replace the chopsticks with his fingers instead feels insatiable. Resting his fingers heavy on Soobin’s tongue until they’re soaked wet, saliva gathering around the corners of his mouth. Messy boy, Yoongi would coo, shoving his fingers in deeper which would make Soobin look up at him with teary eyes, like to say this is how I would suck dick. 

Yoongi blinks. 

“Your hands are pretty though. Bet the fans like them.” With a teasing tone, he shifts the direction of the conversation slightly before he blurts out something that might freak Soobin out. 

“I see tweets and weverse posts about them sometimes,” Soobin drops Yoongi’s wrist and goes back to eating his food. He misses the touch almost immediately. 

They sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, the only sounds being of them eating together.

"Those pianos look so cool," Soobin suddenly chimes in, his eyes glistening with admiration for the instruments neatly displayed in Yoongi's studio.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow and grins. “Do you play?” He can easily envision Soobin's elegant fingers delicately gliding over the monochrome keys.

“I’m mediocre at best,” Soobin replies sheepishly. “Kai is amazing though.” 

“What about guitar?” 

Soobin scrunches his nose in thought. “I really want to learn how to play it. I keep asking Beomgyu to teach me but we haven't gotten around that yet.” He then lowers his voice conspiratorially. “Between us, I’m a little afraid that he might end up smashing the guitar on my head after I make my fiftieth mistake.” 

Leaning forward, Yoongi rests his chin on his hand and peers up at Soobin with a soft smile on his lips. “I can teach you.” 

He can already visualize how Soobin's lithe fingers will pluck the strings with such care. His hold on the instrument would be careful and delicate as he embraces it close to him to practice. 

“I’m not an easy student. I require a lot of patience and attention.” 

"I’ve been told I’m good at being patient, and I’m giving you all my attention right now, aren’t I?"

Neither of them shy away from each other's gaze; they simply bask in the moment. Yoongi takes note of how the studio lights twinkle in Soobin's eyes, enhancing the soft pink hue on his cheeks and the tip of his nose, the curving outline of his cupid's bow and the fullness of his bottom lip. Yoongi feels an irresistibly strong sense of longing to press his lips tenderly against Soobin's.

“Okay, hyung.” Soobin agrees, his voice as gentle as a whisper. “You can teach me.” 

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Yoongi is glad today is one of those days he’s actually in his studio and not practicing for his tour performances. 

Yoongi has been used to having Soobin as a part of his daily life in one way or another ever since he watched that tiktok. Something he is not used to is being a part of Soobin’s daily routine. Soobin is reaching out to him just because he wants to and because he seeks Yoongi's company. In the best way possible, it makes him lightheaded. 

The next time someone asks him about a celebrity that left him star-struck in an interview, he plans to respond, "Choi fucking Soobin," and finish the conversation there.

Soobin takes a little longer than usual to reach Yoongi's studio. His hair clings damply to his dewy temples  and his casual attire suggests he has come straight from a dance rehearsal. Yoongi's heart can't help but melt at the sight.

"Hyung," Soobin greets, appearing more comfortable compared to his first visit at Yoongi’s studio.. He strides in immediately and lies down on the carpeted floor, ignoring the completely empty and comfortable couch. A weary groan escapes his lips as he aligns his spine against the firm surface. Yoongi smirks, cocking an eyebrow in amusement.

"It's just comfier!" Soobin defends himself upon catching Yoongi's quizzical gaze. "Besides, I'm all sweaty and tired."

"That I can see," Yoongi retorts, walking past him to settle into his seat. Pivoting around to look down at Soobin, he inquires, "Dance practice, huh?"

Soobin closes his eyes and hums in affirmation. “Yeah. Also, you should consider starting an ASMR channel.” 

Surprised by the unexpected proposal, Yoongi chuckles. "Why so randomly?"

“I’ve been thinking about it since your radio live. You have a nice voice. Relaxing.” 

Yoongi shakes his head in disbelief and jokes, "You might really be the #1 SUGA fan. I didn't know you watched that.” 

Soobin opens his eyes to shoot Yoongi a mischievous look. “I told you so. You just didn't believe me.” 

“Please forgive me for making such a grave mistake, Soobin-ssi.” Yoongi deadpans. 

Soobin replies in the same tone. “Apology accepted. This is your one and only chance at redemption, Yoongi-ssi.” 

Yoongi chuckles and swivels his chair to face his computer screen. "Just rest for a bit. How long do you have?" he asks Soobin, who responds from behind him with a hint of a pout, "Only 15 minutes. I want to turn into a rock."

Yoongi snorts in amusement at the familiar words, “I like you as a human. I'd be devastated if you turned into a rock,"

“You wouldn't accept me as a rock? Wow. What if I was a really pretty gemstone?”

“It’s not that. If you were a rock, I would keep you in my studio and polish you every week so you’re always shiny. Unfortunately, we won’t be able to have conversations that way.” 

“You’re making great points here. Fine. Living as a human is horrible but I’ll do it for you anyway.” Soobin huffs in response. 

“I appreciate that." Yoongi jokes but it’s still earnest. 

The two sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, making him think Soobin might have dozed off until Yoongi hears his voice break the stillness. 

“Hyung, are there any questions you get asked in interviews that you really dislike?” Yoongi looks up from his screen and spins in his chair to face Soobin when he starts talking again. The slight whine in his voice is quick to get his undivided attention straight away.

“Multiple,” Yoongi snorts. He can probably make a top 10 list in his brain right now. “You just can't avoid that.”

Soobin's whine gets more audible, his cheeks puffing up in frustration. “We've been getting asked this one question quite frequently lately and it's so annoying.”

“What is it?” Yoongi asks, curious because he's never seen Soobin this whiny before. He still tends to fall shy in Yoongi's presence sometimes. His mind begins to imagine other scenarios where he can make Soobin whinier.

“Who is your ideal type?” Soobin asks in English, mocking the perfect high pitched tone of a cheery American interviewer who greets you at your typical good morning show, his words similar to what you would hear in real interviews. Yoongi stifles a chuckle.

“I remember those. They are pretty annoying. We were asked that in the past a lot. Not quite often anymore.” 

Soobin makes a soft, intrigued sound and shifts from his back to his stomach on the floor. He rests his chin in his palm, feet swaying slightly in the air behind him, and looks up at Yoongi through his eyelashes with pretty, curious eyes.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow in question, grabbing his water bottle absentmindedly and drinking from it. He has yet to get used to having all of Soobin's attention.

“Who is hyung's ideal type?” Soobin tilts his head to his left, while continuing to look up at Yoongi with those big eyes. He makes a perfect image of a curious bunny. A part of him can see one of Soobin's imaginary bunny ears flopping down his forehead.

Yoongi's light hold on his bottle tightens at the question. In actuality, he knew Soobin would think about this after what he said, but he didn't anticipate him to actually ask. Brave bunny.

He makes a tsk sound. “Aren't you being hypocritical here?” He teases, enjoying the way a subtle red blooms on the tips of Soobin's ears. His human ones, of course.

“Hyung..”

“Is Soobinie interested in hyung's ideal type? Mn?”

“I seriously can't believe you're teasing me about this.” Soobin shakes his head in disbelief, his lips jutting out in a small pout. “Leave it. I don't wanna know anymore.” 

“You don't wanna know anymore?” Yoongi copies the pout, almost mockingly.

The pout just gets more noticeable. Yoongi resists the urge to sink his teeth into the fullness of Soobin's bottom lip for now. 

“You're being so mean right now.”

“Am I?” 

“Yes.”

Yoongi feels himself visibly melting, the sight of a sulky Soobin is too much to handle. Even Min Yoongi, a veteran of teasing, cannot not weaken at such cute sight. He is wrapped around Soobin's pinky finger and the boy is not even slightly aware of it. Down bad, a voice that sounds awfully familiar to Jimin's, mocks him in his head.

“I think my ideal type might be someone who is cute.” Yoongi lets himself slip. He almost wishes he still carried some of the shame he used to feel. He doesn't care anymore.

Cute might be the most generic answer someone can give. Anyone can be cute. If it were another person present, they would groan at his boring response or roll their eyes in annoyance. However, Yoongi stares in a poorly concealed glee when the soft pink from earlier teasing starts to darken, the blush slowly begins to cover the entirety of Soobin's face. His ears, his cheeks, his nose, slowly trailing down to his neck. Yoongi's heart starts hammering in chest, his heartbeat loud in his ears.

He knows Soobin knows what he meant. He knows and he likes it.

“Hyung,” Soobin repeats but this time it is said quietly. Flustered. “Are you teasing again?” He is back with those big eyes that are only focused on Yoongi.

“I am dead serious.”

Soobin bites down on his bottom lip to stop himself from smiling.

“What about you?” Yoongi asks, aware of how ironic the question is given that Soobin's complaint about it was the catalyst for the entire conversation. “Who is Soobinie's type? What do you tell the interviewers?”

“Usually I just reply vaguely in interviews without paying much attention,”

Soobin confesses sheepishly. “I don't think I have an ideal type, to be honest. I end up  liking someone without even realizing I like them until it’s too late.”

“No preferences?”

“I can't remember anything specific right now but..” Soobin hesitates for a moment, “I think..”

Yoongi's interest intensifies. “You think?”

“Well, I'm not very experienced in the whole relationship area,” Soobin starts again. "So, I would prefer someone who is.. older? More experienced.” A shy laugh leaves his mouth. "I'm not the one to plan or lead in relationships so I won't mind being dragged around or something.”

Or something.

Yoongi is aware that the proper hyung response in this situation is to provide Soobin with encouraging words, something along the lines of  ‘you’re still young, you'll find someone soon.' Having thoughts of tugging his hoobae into his lap and showing him how experienced he can be exactly until he is writhing and squirming in his lap is not the part of Yoongi's mental ‘Etiquettes of being a good hyung' book.

Yoongi opens his mouth and then closes it again. His mind is working overtime to construct a coherent sentence that isn't taken from a poorly written erotica or something equally absurd like, let me smash or something.

Before Yoongi can actually come up with a reply, Soobin's alarm goes off causing him to become alert, quickly standing up from where he is laying on the floor.

“Sorry, hyung. I really came here to see you for a few minutes. I have to go for vocal practice now. Can’t be late.” Soobin explains as he makes his way to the door of Yoongi’s studio. 

Yoongi hums in acknowledgement. “Wait.” 

Soobin freezes in his spot immediately, quick to comply with Yoongi's instruction. He really is so easy to drag around, Yoongi notices with hidden amusement. He spins in his chair and reaches down into one of the drawers to pull out a packet of peach jellies he has seen Soobin snack on before.

“I know you're not allowed to eat these right now…” He throws the pack towards Soobin who catches it quickly albeit a little clumsy. “So, hide them well, okay? Don't get yourself in trouble.”

Soobin is quick to bow, clutching the pack close to his chest. Yoongi dismisses him with a casual wave of his hand. “Thank you so much, hyung. I'll make sure to eat these well.” A cute lilt of aegyo slips into his sentence seemingly as a natural reaction makes Yoong smile.

“Just go,” He makes a show of typing something on keyboard to appear busy. “I don't want to be held responsible if you end up being late.”

Soobin bows once again and rushes out of the studio door, slipping into his shoes in a hurried clumsy manner, almost falling in his way. Yoongi shakes his head fondly when his door locks with an automated beep. Busy bunny.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Yoongi experiences betrayal on a very sunny afternoon. Kim Namjoon, his very dear band member, his brother from another mother, the one he lived together with for 13 years is the one who stabbed him in the back. 

TXT Soobin went to BTS RM’s house. 

Yoongi stares down at his phone in shock. The article used a picture of Namjoon from their Butter press photos where he is smiling politely like he didn’t just betray Yoongi. He wants to invite TXT Soobin to his house too. Sure, it’s different because he does not have the same platonic reasons to invite him over like Namjoon. Wait. Who is to say Namjoon has platonic intentions? Oh my god…

Is Namjoon interested in Soobin too? Yoongi thinks in horror. Will he have to compete against Namjoon for Soobin’s affection? He tries to make a list in his brain — Namjoon is taller. I can cook. Namjoon can’t drive. I have less KOMCA credits. — but gives up on it immediately after two minutes. 

Hyung, you are projecting, Yoongi imagines Namjoon would reply to everything Yoongi is thinking. He doesn’t care. He will meet his competition face to face. 

Which is why, an hour later, Yoongi finds himself standing in front of Namjoon's studio, clutching two cups of steaming coffee. A recent article on Naver declared that it's a week for Pisces to make daring choices. Yoongi is determined to show just how daring he can be and presses the bell button outside the studio.

It takes Namjoon a full minute to swing the door open with a slightly confused and surprised expression. Sleep deprivation is evident in his ruffled hair, unshaven face, and weary eyes. "Yo," he greets, "you didn't say you were coming."

Kim Namjoon is not only a betrayer but also someone who still neglects taking care of himself when he is overwhelmed by his work. “Was just passing by,” Yoongi says, like a liar. 

“With exactly two coffee cups?” Namjoon quirks an eyebrow and looks at Yoongi the same way he has looked at him for the past years when he knows Yoongi is bullshitting. It’s so familiar, it makes Yoongi hide a grin and roll his eyes. He pushes past him to enter the Rkive studio. 

Yoongi takes a seat and makes himself home, getting comfortable while ignoring Namjoon’s sarcastic, “Can I have the pleasure of knowing what the Agust D is doing in my humble studio?” 

"Hardly modest when everything here costs more than the average salary," Yoongi retorts dryly.

“Someone’s in a pissy mood.” Namjoon comments like someone who didn’t invite Soobin to their house. Yoongi scoffs dismissively. 

“I’m not in a pissy mood.” Namjoon disregards Yoongi’s reply and takes a seat next to him like he didn’t invite Soobin to his house. 

"You can pretend to be doing... whatever it is you think you're doing," Namjoon suggests casually. "When you feel ready to talk, just let me know." With that, he retrieves his phone from his pocket and busies himself.

Yoongi clenches his jaw tightly, biting down on his lip for about ten seconds before allowing his emotions and words to explode.

“You just never told me Soobin came to your house?” The question isn't meant to sound accusatory for the start already but it comes out that way. Namjoon’s slightly startled form is enough to confirm that. 

"I wasn’t aware I am supposed to inform you about that," Namjoon retorts, abruptly straightening his posture. "What's the deal between you and Soobin, by the way?"

“I wish I received a dollar for every time someone asks me this.” 

“You’re a multi-millionaire.” Namjoon points out. 

Nonchalantly, Yoongi waves his hand to dismiss the comment. You can never say no to money in this inflated economy. The hustle never stops. 

“Also, I can tell when you’re deflecting.” 

Yoongi sighs as he leans back against the couch. “What exactly do you wanna know?”

“Everything? How did it begin? Do you have real feelings? What is happening up there?” Namjoon playfully taps his finger on Yoongi’s temple, making him snort. 

“You are fucking nosy.” Yoongi grumbles but Namjoon knows better than to take it seriously. 

“Your business is my business, hyung. We haven't lived together for 13 years for nothing.” Namjoon replies cleverly. Taking Yoongi down with his own words and true facts. He can’t even argue with that. He is experiencing hits after hits here. 

“You’re not even gonna believe me when I tell you how it started.” 

“Was it that tiktok?” 

If this was before, Yoongi would’ve reflexively replied with 'what tiktok?' as an attempt to deflect as usual. However, he couldn't bring himself to do so to Soobin now— sweet Soobin who finds solace in his presence. Even with the knowledge that Soobin won't be aware of  this conversation, it still feels unfair.

“How did you know?” 

Namjoon chuckles. “Hyung, everyone and their moms know. Have you seen the state of twitter lately?” 

Yoongi wants jab back with something along the lines of — no, I haven’t seen the state of twitter, I’m not narcissistic enough to own a fan-account for myself. — but he feels like he lost that right the night he made Soob______93in. 

“Also, a little bunny told me.” Namjoon continues slyly, grinning like a cat that just got the cream. 

Yoongi’s gaze snaps immediately towards Namjoon before narrowing slightly in suspicion. “What did you and Soobin exactly talk about while he was there?” 

Namjoon grins teasingly, dimples on display. “I'm afraid that falls under our leaders' confidentiality agreement at Bighit. Can't disclose any details.” 

“Go to hell.” 

“It’s been a while since I found something to tease you like this. Let your dongsaeng have this for a moment. I know I’m not your favorite anymore now that Soobin is here but still,” Namjoon bumps his shoulder against Yoongi’s in a teasing manner. 

Yoongi's lips curve into a playful smile. "You were never my favorite dongsaeng. It's Jungkook."

“Sorry, hyung but that doesn’t count at all. Jungkook is everyone's favorite. My own father adores  Jungkook more over me and I completely understand.” 

Yoongi grins slyly and tries again. “Will my so-called favorite dongsaeng betray the Bighit leader's solidarity and reveal what you guys talked about to his dear hyung?”

“I don’t know, ask Jungkook.” 

“Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi pleads with an exaggerated whine in his tone. “Just tell me.” 

“You answer my questions first.” 

“Yes, it started with that tiktok. Yes, I have real romantic feelings. I felt shitty about it but I literally do not care anymore. It’s all up to Soobin himself now.” Yoongi answers in a single breath. 

“Wow.” Namjoon gives the revelation some thought before asking, “Do you want to know what I think about this?” 

“You know I always do but if you tell me to get over Soobin, I'm sorry to say that isn't happening soon. No matter how much I respect you and your opinions.” Yoongi answers without hesitation. 

“What if Soobin tells you to get over him, then what?” 

“I will back off. I’m not— I won’t force him into a relationship.” 

“I know you won’t, hyung. I never doubted that. I’m worried about you. Heartbreaks suck, hyung.” 

Yoongi frowns and responds matter-of-factly, “I get it but I’m 30 years old now. I will not die from a rejection, this is not high school.” 

“Well,” Namjoon pauses dramatically. “I don’t think you have to be worried about rejection anyway.” 

Yoongi sits up quickly, curiosity piqued. “What are you suggesting?”

“Do you think Soobin likes you back in the same way you like him?” 

Yoongi hesitates before answering, fiddling with the silver hoops of his earrings. He reminisces on their shared moments and communication—phone calls, texts, and in-person encounters—every time Soobin sought his presence, pink-tint cheeks and shy smiles included.“...Sometimes, I think he might.” 

“We did talk about you,” Namjoon confesses at last, confirming Yoongi’s suspicions. “You weren’t the main reason he came over but the topic came up eventually.”

“What was it?” 

“I can’t tell everything, I don’t wanna betray the kid’s trust.” 

Yoongi scrunches his face up at that. “Please, don't refer to him as a ‘kid’ in my presence.”

Namjoon bursts into laughter. “Oh, this is really hilarious. Out of all of us, I never thought you'd be the one to fall for someone younger. I always imagined Jimin would be that guy."

“Fuck off,” Yoongi retorts ever so eloquently. 

"But it does make sense, when you think about it.” Namjoon muses, tapping a finger on his chin.“You are always the one who takes care of everyone around him, especially the maknae line— yes, including me. You’d be great at taking care of Soobin, too.”

“You really think so?” 

“Yeah, I do. Soobin figured his stuff out and I don’t— I won't snitch on him but you don't have to worry about anything— yep. I’ll shut up.” Namjoon stutters and pretends to zip his mouth shut. It’s as hilarious as it is charming. 

“He’s quite cute, right?” Yoongi brags to Namjoon. He feels like he can finally do what he has been yearning to do for the last few weeks. Show off Soobin proudly to someone like, ‘that’s my boy.’  Not yet, though. Yoongi plans to change that soon and make things official. 

“I won’t even lie to you— really fucking cute. You got  lucky, hyung. A hit album is on its way, a sold out tour soon and on top of everything, you’re telling me you’re going to get yourself a cute boyfriend soon, too?” 

"What can I say?" Yoongi tries to maintain nonchalance but can't hide the beaming smile on his face.

“Clearly, God has favorites.” 

“Namjoon, we both are agnostics.” 

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Yoongi groans quietly as he enters his studio's code and steps inside. He takes a deep breath and enjoys the solitude. It felt like he had the longest day ever, getting his tour outfits finalised, and the number of hands that touched his body made him shudder. He understands they are doing their job but no one appreciates continuously being touched by strangers. He also had nearly 6 hours of filming. He is fucking exhausted. 

With a loud grunt, he slumps uncomfortably on his couch. He shuts his eyes and tries to relax, hoping that the slight ache in his head goes away. He should definitely go back home and sleep in his bedroom, but he is too tired for that. 

He chooses to take a short nap here. He can get up in a few hours, drive back to his house, and spend the rest of the day there. A yawn escapes him as he stretches his arms upwards. He turns to his left side, tucks his hands between his thighs, and closes his eyes, using one of the cushions as a pillow.

He doesn't realise he's fallen asleep until a few frantic knocks wake him up.

Yoongi frowns and looks around, completely disgruntled. The knocks continue, so he gets up from where he is laying and walks towards the door, confused and little agitated, wondering who it could be. He wasn’t expecting anyone. 

But when he opens the door and discovers Soobin standing there, his heart sinks.

It's already unusual for Soobin to show up at his studio unannounced, but it's his current state that worries Yoongi. Soobin appears completely distressed, his eyes red-rimmed and his hair unkempt. Yoongi has never seen him like this before. 

His mind flashes back to their first call and wonders if Soobin looked as upset as he is now. 

“Hey, Soobin," Yoongi says softly, moving aside to allow Soobin to enter. As Soobin walks in, Yoongi's gaze follows him. Despite Soobin being taller than Yoongi, the way he's hunched over and arms held close to himself make him appear small and vulnerable. He closes the door behind him. 

Yoongi approaches him and tries again while facing him, “Hey, what happened?” 

“Hyung,” Soobin’s voice sounds shaky, hesitating for a moment before repeating. “Hi, hyung.” 

“Hi,” A soft smile appears on Yoongi's face when Soobin finally focuses his gaze on him. He reaches out and grasps Soobin's hands, “I missed you.” 

Soobin licks his lips as he looks down at where their hands are linked. “Me too. What were you up to?” 

Noticing that Soobin doesn't want to talk about himself, Yoongi decides to indulge him. “Had a long day, I was just sleeping." 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I disturbed you, didn’t I?” Soobin hurriedly tries to pull his hands back. “I should—” 

Yoongi tightens his grip on Soobin’s hands and pulls him closer. “Hey, no, I’m honestly glad you came here. Sleeping here would’ve only irritated my shoulder.” 

Soobin relaxes slightly at that, his hurried movements slowing significantly so Yoongi continues, “And I like seeing you whenever I can.”

"Hyung," Soobin begins, a tremor evident in his voice. "How come you are so nice? You're always so attentive to me. Why?" 

"Why should I not be?" 

“Because it makes me—" Soobin pauses mid-sentence before continuing, “I am going to sound selfish.”

"Being selfish is not bad," Yoongi replies immediately. "Everyone views selfishness negatively, but it is sometimes better to be selfish."

The studio becomes quiet except for their soothing breathing and the air conditioner's faint sound in the background as they gaze at each other.

“I only want you to be like this with me.” Soobin confesses, inching closer to Yoongi slowly. “I don’t want you to be nice to anyone else in this way. I want you to call me when you’re bored, buy jelly only for me, only call me cute. Be my Yoongi hyung.” 

"Soobin," Yoongi breathes out, his heart hammering in his chest. He stares at the lovely boy in front of him, his pink-tinted face and wide, glassy eyes. He just decides to do the first thing that comes to his mind.

He pulls Soobin forward until their bodies are flushed together. Yoongi’s arms wrap around Soobin’s waist, drawing them closer together. Soobin feels warm against Yoongi, slightly tense. Yoongi tucks his face into Soobin’s neck and presses his nose delicately against his skin. That's all it takes for Soobin to go completely pliant in Yoongi’s hold. His hands reach up to grip Yoongi’s shirt, crumpling it in tight fists. 

Yoongi’s nose slides along Soobin’s jawline, going upwards until it is pressed right below his ear, making their cheeks brush together softly. A small smile starts to form on Yoongi’s lip at Soobin’s stifled gasp. He decides to back off for now, not wanting to overwhelm Soobin, but the other only makes a soft noise in complaint, making Yoongi chuckle.

Yoongi leans back, hands still resting on Soobin’s waist and grins at his forlorn expression. 

“Don’t look so sad,” Yoongi says, scrunching his nose as he grips Soobin’s chin between his thumb and index finger, giving his chin a small shake. “It hurts my heart. Let’s sit on the sofa. We’ll keep hugging while seated.” 

Soobin's face noticeably brightens, despite his efforts to mask it by pursing his lips together which only just makes him look cuter by emphasising his dimples and his cheeks puffing up. A part of Yoongi’s brain wants him to bite down, sinking his teeth softly in the roundness. 

Yoongi guides Soobin towards the couch and sits down first, pulling Soobin closer to him so he can rest his face against Yoongi’s shoulder. The way Soobin makes himself smaller to tuck himself under Yoongi’s arm makes his heart skip a beat. 

“Hi,” Yoongi murmurs tenderly, his fingers tracing the gentle curve of Soobin's waist. It feels so delicate beneath his touch. He fights back the urge to squeeze.

“Hi.” Soobin echoes, his voice just as soft. He inhales deeply before exhaling, allowing his body to sink into Yoongi's embrace.

“Are you still feeling upset?” 

Soobin makes a sheepish noise. “I am not— I overreacted a little.” 

"Don't say that," Yoongi admonishes gently, his tongue clicking in mild disapproval. "In my opinion, it's better to overreact than underreact."

“I had a bad day in general. I got scolded a bit too. We also haven't…” Soobin trails off, tension seeping into his frame. “We were both so busy that we didn't get to see each other. That kinda affected my mood too.” 

“That’s probably not healthy,” Yoongi comments without thinking, laughing softly at the whine that escapes Soobin in response. Soobin pulls back from their embrace with a huff. 

“Don’t laugh—!” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Come back.” Yoongi opens his arms wide, beckoning with a tiny pout.

“It's only because I want to and not because hyung is being cute," Soobin says and returns to nestling against Yoongi's chest. This time, Yoongi wraps his arms securely around Soobin's waist, pressing their bodies together without an inch of distance between them and tangling their legs together.

“I get it, though.” Yoongi replies to Soobin’s initial confession. 

“You do?” 

“Yeah, I get unreasonably moody too when I don’t see you for a long time.”

“So, as long as it’s mutual, it’s not that bad. Right?” Yoongi can't help but stifle a chuckle at Soobin's attempt to rationalise their interdependence. Such an endearing boy.

“Mm, as long as we don’t let it affect others, too. Then, it’s not unhealthy.” 

“I would never. How much I miss you is between me and God only.” At Soobin's earnest response, Yoongi can no longer suppress his laughter, their shared affection filling the space around them with warmth.

“You’re so fucking cute; ahh, what am I supposed to do with you?” Yoongi wonders, unable to resist drawing Soobin even closer, despite the pair already being entwined as closely as possible.

“I know what you can do…”

Intrigued by the mischievousness in Soobin's voice, Yoongi arches an eyebrow and inquires, "And what might that be?"

"It's something you mentioned in one of your songs," Soobin replies cryptically, causing Yoongi's confusion to deepen.

“What song?” 

“I'm not going to just tell you. You have to guess it.” 

“I really wasn’t expecting to play a guessing game on my own discography. This feels like something that would happen on a BTS Run episode.” He glances around as though seeking a hidden camera. “Where is the hidden camera? Director-nim, you can reveal yourself now.” 

“Stop,” Soobin squeaks out a laugh. “There are no cameras here.”

“Alright, give me a hint at least.” Yoongi bargains

“The song is  from your first mixtape.”

A pensive expression crosses Yoongi's face as he contemplates which track from his debut mixtape might contain a suggestion for what he could do with Soobin. The majority of those songs were heavy with anger and sadness.

Soobin notices Yoongi's expression and drops another hint: “Title track.” 

Title track? Agust D. Oh… oh. Realization dawns on him and he lets out a scandalized gasp that is only half-feigned.

“You—!” Yoongi exclaims as he pulls away from Soobin, looking equal parts shocked and amused.

Soobin snickers. “I’m just kidding!” 

“Really?” Yoongi narrows his eyes, clearly dubious.

“Yes.” Soobin insists, trying — and failing — to look innocent as he avoids Yoongi's gaze.

“So, you don't wanna?” 

“Wanna what?” 

“You know..”

“I don’t.” 

“...Go to Hong Kong.” He grins cheekily, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek to hint at something more suggestive.

Soobin's face flushes pink and he lets out an indignant squeak. "Hyung!"

“Hey, you were the one who brought this up.” 

“I was obviously kidding. You are the one who is doing things.” 

Yoongi licks his bottom lip slowly, eyes glinting with mischief. “What things?” 

“That! What you just did!” Soobin waves his hands around, appalled, pointing towards Yoongi’s mouth like it’s personally offending him. 

“You’re so cute,” Yoongi softly chuckles. 

A flustered, yet agitated noise escapes Soobin. “Are we not going to acknowledge what I said earlier?” 

“No, we will.”

"So?" Soobin lifts his gaze to meet Yoongi's, his eyes filled with curiosity, compelling Yoongi to gently run his fingers through Soobin's locks.

"I'm thinking of a way to make my feelings sound more eloquent," Yoongi admits, as a flood of thoughts swarm his mind.

"Hyung, you're always eloquent." Soobin huffs teasingly. The sound is a little bratty, like he knows he has the maknae privilege here, and knows Yoongi is wrapped around his pinky finger. 

"I know this is all new to you but it's the same for me. I don't—" Yoongi halts mid-sentence, his fingers tapping nervously against Soobin's waist. He wonders if Soobin can sense his heartbeat racing. "You don't have to worry about me treating anyone else the way I treat you. It’s different. It’s special.” 

"Yeah?" Soobin's expression is a little shy and a lot pleased. 

Yoongi hums. "I can't lie and be like, I know what I'm doing, because I don't. I'm afraid that I'll mess things up with you. For you." 

"Yoongi hyung," Soobin says his name like it's the only name he's known, his hold tightening around Yoongi's waist. "I like you." 

"Fuck," A shaky breath of relief escapes Yoongi as he feels a comforting warmth settling in his chest. "I like you, too. You know I do." 

"I like you so much, hyung. It's crazy," Soobin confesses without reservation, finally baring his feelings openly in front of Yoongi.. "All my members tease me so much." 

Yoongi chuckles. "What do they say?" 

"Beomgyu claims we nauseate him," Soobin admits, visibly offended. "Taehyun and Yeonjun hyung start rapping your songs whenever they catch me alone and Kai bursts into uncontrollable giggles whenever he catches a glimpse of your face either in public or on tv. Trust me, it's way more frequent than you think! You're everywhere in Seoul, hyung." 

"Oh my god," Yoongi bursts into laughter, causing their bodies to sway as his laughter shakes them. "And I thought my members were bad." 

"What do they say?" 

"Well, for starters, Namjoon straight up asked you to come to his place," Yoongi tries not to pout, but fails. Anyone claiming he didn't pout would be lying. "The others teased me relentlessly, especially Park Jimin. Mostly, they questioned whether I knew what I was getting myself into."

"Because of me?" The question hangs in the air.

"Kind of, but I think the age gap played a significant role in their concerns." Yoongi hesitates for a moment, inhaling sharply. "Is that something that might make you uncomfortable or...?"

"You being older?" Soobin seeks confirmation, receiving a nod from Yoongi.

"I don't mind it at all. It never crossed my mind as a problem throughout the entire time we were talking. Honestly..." Soobin's voice fades to a barely audible whisper near the end of the sentence.

"Honestly, what?" Yoongi prods gently.

"If I'm really honest, I find it somewhat attractive," Soobin breathes softly. "The fact that you're older than me."

Warmth pools in Yoongi’s stomach at Soobin's hushed confession. Can he get any more perfect than this? It’s like Soobin was made just for Yoongi. 

“Is that so?" Yoongi's voice lowers to a murmur while his lips lightly graze Soobin's temple. He feels Soobin shudder in his embrace and smirks internally.

"Yeah." 

"That's really good to know." Yoongi says truthfully, pressing a gentle kiss on the top of Soobin's head, smelling the soft baby-soap-like scent of Soobin’s shampoo.

"Soobin?" 

"Hmm?" Soobin hums back. 

"Come over to my place." 

At the invitation, Soobin bolts upright, his eyes widening in surprise as he gazes at Yoongi. The warmth of his body against Yoongi’s vanishes, making him pout slightly. "Really?"'

“Yes and I'll even cook for you if you want."

"No way," Soobin exclaims, barely able to contain his excitement. "Oh my god. Really, really?" 

Yoongi giggles. "Yes. Really. Don't make me repeat it again or I'll take back the cooking offer." 

"Nooo," Soobin whines playfully. "Please, cook for me, hyung. I've heard you are a really good cook." 

"Yeah?” Yoongi teases with an amused smirk. “Who are you hearing this from?” 

Trying to evade the question, Soobin stammers, "Um, well it's just...you know."

"Nope," Yoongi replies with a feigned innocence.

"Namjoon hyung told me!" Soobin says hurriedly like that thought just popped up in his mind. 

"Uh huh,” Yoongi responds casually as Soobin looks down guiltily and continues, "Also...I might have watched some compilation videos on YouTube..."

Giggling softly in amusement at the revelation, Yoongi prods further. "What compilations?" 

"'Min Yoongi being husband material for 15 minutes'... and some others like that," His embarrassment only serves to make Yoongi chuckle more. They both are so alike in some things. Beomgyu was right: nauseating. In a cute way. 

"Stop, don't laugh!" Soobin whines adorably. "I had no idea you could even sew. Sew!  It's ridiculous how you just keep getting more and more attractive."

"Oh, so men doing house chores does it for you?" Yoongi asks, half jokingly. 

"You doing house chores does it for me." Soobin replies back, unaware of the effect his words have on Yoongi's heart.

"Oh?” 

"Yeah. 'Oh.' So, please, cook for me, hyung. I really wanna eat something made by you,” Soobin pouts ever-so subtly, slipping in casual aegyo at the end of his sentence. 

"Yah, are you acting cute to get food?" 

"No!" But then, sheepishly, "Is it working...?" 

Yoongi chuckles and gives in. "Any particular dish you have in mind?"

"Do you remember that steak and pasta dish you made in one of the BTS Run episodes?" Soobin asks shyly. Yoongi has to resist the urge to kiss him right on his pretty mouth. 

"The one with Namjoonie and Hoba?" Yoongi racks his brain, attempting to remember the recipe.

"Yes!" Soobin nods excitedly. "It looked really yummy. I was so hungry when I watched that clip, I was almost tempted to text you to cook it for me." 

"Why didn't you?" 

"It was… around 3am..." Soobin confesses in a hushed tone, as though revealing a dark secret.

"You were watching a cooking compilation of me at 3am...?" Yoongi echoes in disbelief.

"Don't say it like that!" Soobin exclaims defensively, his ears flushed with embarrassment.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about. Here, wait," Yoongi wonders for a moment if he's really doing it or not. He is. "I made a tiktok account... for you." 

"Oh my god, what?" Soobin's eyes sparkle with astonishment as he grips Yoongi's arm in glee. "Really?" 

"Ugh, leave it." Yoongi feigns annoyance and tries to shrug Soobin off, but he only clings tighter, playfully whining a drawn-out 'Noooo.'

"Hyung, does this mean I'm your bias in TXT?”  Soobin asks playfully, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

Yoongi pauses dramatically, pretending to think over the question. "No, I think it might be Beomgyu, to be fair. We both are from Daegu, too.” 

Soobin raises an eyebrow and scoffs. "How does being from the same city have anything to do with choosing a bias? Are you just going to pick everyone who's also from Daegu? Besides, you made a fan account for me." 

"And you wonder why I call you cute all the time," Yoongi giggles, reaching out to wrap his arm around Soobin again. "Of course, you're my bias. I am your real #1 fan. Unlike you..." 

Soobin's delighted grin transforms into a look of indignation. “What are you trying to imply?” 

"You were just very loud about being Jin biased, that’s all.” Yoongi shrugs in fake indifference. 

"There's no reason I can't be #1 Suga fan and have Jin as my BTS bias at the same time!  It can co-exist. We don't have to make it a competition." Soobin retorts. 

"And yet," Yoongi counters playfully, "having a TXT Soobin fan account while claiming Beomgyu as my bias because we're both from Daegu isn’t allowed?"

"Nope!" Soobin declares shamelessly before snuggling into Yoongi's neck, resembling every bit of a needy bunny. 

"It's getting so late, you should head back to the dorm and rest." Yoongi suggests, glancing at the glowing numbers on the digital clock present in his studio.

"I wish I could be in your studio all the time," Soobin replies, showing no eagerness to leave his current position

"Yeah?" Yoongi grins softly. "You like it here that much?" 

"If you were a place, it’d be your studio. How can I not like it? It's like stepping into the very essence of who you are as a musician and human being, made into a tangible space." Soobin replies, eyes sincere and shiny. 

Yoongi feels warmth rush through him as he stumbles over his words. "Sometimes... I can't believe you’re real," he admits shyly before continuing with a sense of awe. "You're so lovely and genuine all the time. I feel incredibly lucky right now that you're here with me." 

"Hyung," Soobin mumbles, his words a little thick. "I am the one who feels lucky here. You seemed so untouchable always before and yet, here we are." With their  arms wrapped snugly around each other, legs intertwined, here they are.

"I'm glad we are here," Yoongi admits earnestly, drawing Soobin even closer— a little desperate and a lot devoted. 

"I'm so glad I made that tiktok," Soobin blurts out with genuine relief and seriousness in his voice. It causes Yoongi to laugh. "No, really! Think about what would've happened if I hadn't." 

"I don't want to imagine that," Yoongi replies with a shake of his head. 

"I keep thinking of someone else making that video in my place and now, being in your arms instead of me. It’s seriously pissing me off." Soobin rambles, growing increasingly agitated.

"Soobin!" Yoongi interrupts with a laugh, feeling a little delighted at the display of possessiveness. God, he is acting like a high schooler. 

"What? I'm serious." Soobin retorts defensively.

"Don't think about that, it's not worth it." Yoongi reassures Soobin as he reaches for his hand, fingers intertwining together with ease. "Instead, think of me cooking for you." 

"That is a much better thought. I can't wait. I'm trying my best to play it cool here, but I'm internally buzzing with excitement right now." 

"You're exactly like an energized bunny," Yoongi observes affectionately.

"Really? My fans always say the same thing, but I think I might be more like a puppy," Soobin contemplates with a hint of playfulness.

"Mm," Yoongi ponders genuinely. "You have the appearance of a bunny, yet your mannerisms are undoubtedly puppy-like. Can you stop being cute for a moment?” 

"Hyung, you're so dramatic!" Soobin giggles, his face taking on a lovely hue of pink.

"You just don't understand," Yoongi defends himself.

"I actually do," Soobin counters, gently cupping Yoongi's face with his unoccupied hand. "You keep calling me cute, but have you seen yourself? So cute, so cat-like, so Yoongi." 

"You're getting sleep delirious." Yoongi chuckles in amusement. 

"No, I'm getting serious.” Soobin momentarily scowls before continuing. “When I saw you entering the cafeteria that day, something happened. " 

Intrigued, Yoongi leans in closer and asks, “What happened?” 

“Imagine we’re in an anime,” Soobin begins dramatically while brushing off Yoongi's teasing snort. “I’ll set the scene for you: I’m sitting with my friend and waiting for my other friend’s food. Suddenly, the friend I’m with starts tapping me urgently and gesturing towards the entrance— there stands the most popular senior in our high school whom everyone is crushing on.” 

“I’m 30 years old already.. a little too old for the high school senior role, no?” Yoongi chuckles. 

Undeterred, Soobin continues enthusiastically: “Moving on, I see the popular senior moving towards me. Everything grows hazy, and sparkling stars fill my eyes. The world around me has disappeared, leaving you as the center of my universe. There are floating hearts around your face and a gentle breeze effortlessly blows your hair away from your face. You are absolutely gorgeous… and then my nose suddenly starts to bleed. End scene.” 

Hysterically laughing while hiding his face in his arm, Yoongi's body shakes with mirth. "Maybe we should cut back on the anime for a bit."

“There’s nothing like too much anime.” 

"Alright, puppy-bunny, go to sleep before it gets even more late and you start imagining us in every anime scenario possible." Yoongi pats Soobin on the back. 

"You're getting rid of me? Also, what makes you think I already haven’t done that?” Soobin slurs slightly from sleepiness.

"Tell me all about it later. For now, your genius lab coupon is about to expire." Yoongi stands up and grabs Soobin's hands to get him up too. 

"I was under the impression it had unlimited uses," Soobin mumbles as they make their way to the door.

"It does have unlimited uses but there is a time limit attached to it." 

"That's just lame," Soobin grumbles, sliding his feet into his comfy slippers as he glances at Yoongi.

"If you were hanging around here all day long, I'd never get any work done. You’re already distracting enough for me, brat." Yoongi huffs fondly. 

"But in a good way though, right?" 

"In the best way." Yoongi reassures him before leaning upwards to place a tender kiss near Soobin's lips— right where his dimple forms. He steps back with a shy smile, soaking in Soobin's astonished expression.

"Sweet dreams, puppy-bunny," Yoongi giggles slyly. 

"Goodnight," Soobin replies dreamily, ambling down the corridor leading away from Yoongi's studio. 

Yoongi watches in delight as Soobin reaches up to touch the spot where he kissed him and grins widely. He can't believe tonight actually happened. Soobin likes him. Yoongi scans his studio and focuses on the couch where they had cuddled close for nearly two hours. The indents of their intertwined bodies serves as a proof that he didn't daydream this. There is tangible evidence. The new Naver article he read in the morning about Pisces experiencing pleasant emotions makes so much sense now. 

Choi Soobin likes Min Yoongi. 

He needs to look up the recipe for that steak and pasta right now. 

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Yoongi wakes up to a text from Soobin. 

After replying in the affirmative and completing his morning routine, the first thing he does is take the meat out from the freezer for the steak. He contacts his manager and requests the work he can accomplish from home as he won't be coming to the company today. A very well-deserved day off for him. 

His afternoon is spent leisurely lounging in his living room, sorting his emails and putting effort to avoid any additional work-related tasks. He cleans around his house, even though it was already pretty neat. He is not a messy person besides he haven't been spending time in his house lately to get it messy in the first place. He's only been coming here to sleep at night. 

Around evening, Yoongi orders rest of the groceries and have them delivered to him in half an hour. Putting his playlist on play in the background, he gets to cooking. He puts the spaghetti on boil and works on making the sauce from scratch. He doesn't know what kind of hospitality Namjoon provided to Soobin when he went there but he knows there wasn't any home-made food involved. He kind of, wants to one-up Namjoon a little.

An hour and half passes by, his first playlist ended 40 minutes ago. A crime podcast episode is playing now and the food is finally ready. He checks his phone to see the time and sees more texts from Soobin, his lips instantly curling his in a smile without even realizing. 

The heart emoji makes him giggle. The texts were sent 15 minutes ago. Going by what he said, he must be close to arriving by now. 

Yoongi quickly enters his washroom, splashing cool water on his face to refresh himself. He applies deodorant once again and to change his clothes, ensuring they're free of lingering cooking smell. He chooses light-washed jeans with tasteful rips around his knees, a white t-shirt and layers an off-white unbuttoned button up over it. Casual yet nice. Yoongi contemplates whether adding cologne would be excessive; ultimately, he decides on a subtle two spritzes—one on the inside of each wrist. He rubs them together and gently applies the scent to his neck. Special occasion and all. He finishes getting ready by applying a thin layer of berry chapstick on his lips. 

As he reenters the living area, anticipation builds within him as he eagerly awaits Soobin's arrival. Moments later, the buzzer sounds and Yoongi sees Soobin's masked face on the small security camera screen. He grants him entry, and soon after, the doorbell rings. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he walks into the hallway and swings open the door to reveal Soobin standing there with endearing uncertainty. 

Yoongi can't help but let his gaze linger on Soobin as he takes in every detail. He makes no effort to be subtle or hide his admiration. He takes in Soobin's pastel yellow zipped up sweater—its hue in perfect harmony with his hair—making him look like some sort of ethereal celestial being. Pretty, pretty boy.

"Hi, puppy-bunny." Yoongi exclaims with a warm, genuine smile that radiates effortlessly. The Soobin effect.

"Hi, hyung," Soobin greets back, his own smile mirroring Yoongi's. Dimples. Yoongi wants to poke. "Uh, these are for you." he offers, extending a delicate bouquet of flowers towards Yoongi.

Yoongi blinks in surprise. This might be the first time someone got flowers for him in a romantic context. He shyly takes the bouquet from Soobin, looking at the pretty, harmonious arrangement of the red tulips and baby’s breath. 

"Oh, this is so pretty," Yoongi states, while attempting to resist inhaling their scent as if cliché but ultimately giving in and taking a subtle sniff. Pretty. “Thank you so much." 

"Pretty flowers for a pretty hyung," Soobin grins, clearly revelling in Yoongi's increasingly flustered expression.

Yoongi rolls his eyes affectionately, pursing his lips to suppress his beaming smile. "Just come in."

Following Yoongi inside, Soobin looks around Yoongi’s house in the same manner he once did when he first came to his studio. Wide-eyed, curious and cute. God, Yoongi likes this boy so much. 

“I hope you're hungry?" Yoongi inquires, guiding Soobin into the living room.

"Starving," Soobin grins, playfully patting his stomach, eliciting a laugh from Yoongi.

"Actually," Yoongi hesitates, suddenly bashful. "I also got something for you, too." 

"Oh?" Soobin makes a soft sound. "Hyung! You really didn't need to, especially since you're already cooking for me."

"It's no big deal, wait," Yoongi rushes to his room and retrieves the present for Soobin, returning to the living room with it outstretched. "Here, uh, ignore the wrapping; clearly not my forte." The paper job is admittedly amateurish with an excessive amount of tape— but he tried.

Despite his initial reaction, Soobin excitedly tears off the wrapping paper, bringing a smile to Yoongi's face. So cute.

Yoongi's grin only widens as Soobin audibly gasps upon seeing the gift inside. "Oh my god!"

"You like it?" 

"Hyung, you did not get me a Gojo figurine.” 

"I just saw a random ad and thought you’d like it.” Yoongi shrugs, trying to be nonchalant. In reality, he did not just see a random ad. He went on an intense internet search to make sure he gets the official one and not a dupe. He even gets it confirmed by one of his friends that watch the anime too. He just wanted to do something nice for Soobin right after his conversation with Namjoon. 

“Are you kidding me? I love it,” Soobin grins widely, revealing his pearly whites. I want to kiss you, Yoongi thinks. “Hyung—” 

Soobin cuts himself to come closer to Yoongi and wraps his arms around Yoongi's lithe frame, encircling his waist. Caught off guard at first, Yoongi composes himself and drapes his arms over Soobin's shoulders. He gets a whiff of a sweet scent when he noses lightly against Soobin's neck and smiles to himself. They both decided to wear cologne for today. Yoongi feels his heartbeat getting quicker. 

"Thank you," Soobin whispers against Yoongi's ear and brings Yoongi closer to him, tightening the embrace momentarily and then pulling back.  "I'm gonna brag about this to Kai." 

"Silly boy," Yoongi chuckles fondly. 

Soobin corrects. "Hungry boy." 

Nodding, Yoongi directs Soobin toward the dining table — a piece of furniture he rarely uses for himself, as he prefers eating elsewhere or in his room. Tonight, however, it's perfect for them both.

"Take a seat, baby," Yoongi absentmindedly instructs, oblivious to Soobin's stunned expression at the unexpected pet name.

"Baby?" Soobin echoes, his eyes widening as he gazes at Yoongi. Oh no, did he screw things up already? 

"Um, is that not okay? If you don't like it, I won't use it again," Yoongi responds, his hand instinctively moving to fiddle with his earrings.

"No, nono," Soobin hurriedly disagrees, waving his hands in denial. A bashful smile graces his face, and he averts his gaze from Yoongi's. "I really like it, actually."

So fucking cute. Yoongi has to fight the urge to smother Soobin's adorable face in affectionate kisses. His baby.

"Alright then, that's... great," Yoongi says as he heads to the kitchen to hide his flushed cheeks. "Take a seat. I'll grab the food."

As Yoongi sets down the delicious meal before Soobin, they chat very little – too absorbed in savoring each bite. Nevertheless, Soobin can't help but praise Yoongi's cooking skills – Hyung, this is so good! I'll never be able to enjoy regular restaurant pasta after this – and expressing delight for each new taste he encounters with the steak

Yoongi finishes eating first and takes a moment to bask in the sight of Soobin relishing every bite. The appearance of shy dimples with each chew and his excited wriggling are nothing short of being endearing. Knowing that he inspired such a reaction makes Yoongi feel incredibly satisfied. There is something so fulfilling about watching Soobin enjoy what he has made. An inexplicable joy swelling within him. 

Not long after, they finish their food, and despite Yoongi's initial objection, Soobin insists on helping clean up. After all, he argues, Yoongi did all the cooking. Such a polite boy. Yoongi spends two minutes trying to stop him from washing the dishes right there with the promise of a movie. 

"Hyung, do you like Studio Ghibli movies?" Soobin inquires with genuine interest as they both get comfy on Yoongi's couch, facing the TV. Yoongi once again realises he doesn't use his TV a lot either, preferring to use his laptop to watch stuff. Wow, he needs to start utilizing the things he has bought more. 

"I have watched a few. The well-known ones. What about you?" 

"I haven't watched all of them either but I'm trying to. To be honest... this is kind of controversial but sometimes, the storyline is boring but the animation makes up for it. It's more comforting than anything else," Soobin rambles, his hands moving animatedly with his words. Yoongi is struck by how at ease Soobin has become around him and he never wants to overlook that.

Suddenly, Soobin becomes silent and gazes at Yoongi with playful eyes. "Hyung," he begins, mirth written all over his face. "Is this a date?"

Yoongi almost wants to go, kids these days — shameless. But Yoongi decides to reply truthfully, "If you want it to be, then yes." 

"Oh?... Oh." 

"Hm?" Yoongi prompts. 

"I want what hyung wants." Soobin replies softly.

"Bunny," Yoongi chaistates lightly, noticing the pink-tint creeping on Soobin's face lightly at the petname. "Hyung wants everything with you, but I'm leaving it up to you. We can do whatever you want. Whatever you like." 

"Hyung, you're so sweet to me." 

"I am, huh?" Yoongi playfully boasts. "Just keep it a secret or my reputation would be in jeopardy. Also, what I’m doing is just the bare minimum.” 

A loud laugh escapes from Soobin. "What reputation? The one where you’re known to be a kind person and a tiny cat-like hyung? Wait, oops.”

Yoongi narrows his eyes playfully at Soobin's mischievous figure. "You're lucky you're cute, brat." 

"You call me that a lot." Soobin observes. 

"Huh?" 

"'Cute.'"

Yoongi shrugs. "Well, yeah. It's like a fact. The sky is blue, the grass is green and Choi Soobin is cute. See? Fits right there perfectly." 

Soobin shyly hides his face in the crook of his arm, whining, "Hyung."

Yoongi smirks. "Told you— cute." 

"I feel like..." Soobin pauses and shakes his head subtly. "Nevermind." 

"Tell me," Yoongi leans in curiously. 

"It's a little inappropriate," Soobin's voice drop down to a timid whisper. 

Yoongi is intrigued. The last time Soobin said something similar like this, he confessed to finding Yoongi's hands attractive. He is curious to see where this goes. "I don't mind." 

"Mmh, it's just... I feel like I could be sitting in your lap and you'd still just label me as 'cute' and nothing else." 

Yoongi's mind short-circuits at Soobin's confession. The image of Soobin sitting in his lap wasn't new to him, but hearing it spoken aloud by Soobin sends a tantalizing shiver down his spine.

"Do you not like it when I call you cute?" 

"No, I do. I like it when you call me that. It's not—" Soobin emits a tiny frustrated sound, lips jutting out in a small pout. "I want to be more than just a cute dongsaeng to you."

"You're not just that to me," Yoongi reassures, sitting up straight. "Let me think.. you're extremely cool and impressive when you're up on stage. You have the handsomeness of a kdrama lead. Also, your voice? You sing so pretty, I want to make a song just for you. Hmm, what else..." 

"Hyung," Soobin whispers, a seemingly permanent pink-tint present on his face.

"And I don't think you would look just cute sitting in my lap. The words I would use for that are far away from cute," Yoongi confesses, his voice dropping to a low murmur, dark eyes boring into Soobin's wide ones. 

"What words would you use?" 

Yoongi smirks and playfully boops Soobin on the nose. "I can't tell you that just yet." 

A  frown graces Soobin's face, his eyes determined suddenly. He shifts from the couch and boldly swings his leg over Yoongi's, settling pretty in his lap. It's far from graceful—Soobin almost knees Yoongi in the stomach clumsily. Surprise replaces the teasing smirk on Yoongi's lips.

"Wha—" 

Soobin drapes his hands over Yoongi's shoulders before demanding petulantly, "Tell me." 

Yoongi narrows his eyes at the bold movement, finding a strange pleasure in the sensation of Soobin's weight atop him. He fights the urge to seize Soobin's hips and make him move back and forth in his lap until Soobin is writhing from pleasure. 

"What are you doing, bunny?" 

"Hyung, you said we can do whatever I like," Soobin starts, wetting his lips nervously. 

"I did," Yoongi concedes. 

"Well, I like you." 

Yoongi's hands instinctively clasp Soobin's waist tightly, drawing a soft gasp from him.  “Is that so, baby? You like hyung, mn?" 

Soobin nods hurriedly before burying his face in the crook of Yoongi's neck and nuzzling into him with contentment.

"Hyung, you're so... so," 

"I'm so what?" 

"I can't describe it in words. You're just so. My Yoongi hyung." Soobin declares confidently, his voice full of certainty. Yoongi finds the possessive statement more attractive than he probably should.

"Oh? I'm yours? Your Yoongi hyung?" Yoongi teases, tugging Soobin's body closer to him. 

"If hyung wants to be mine... then, yes." 

"Of course, I want that," Yoongi responds, shaking his head slightly as if refusing Soobin was a conceivable option. He is far too gone by Soobin to even entertain the thought.

"Hyung," Soobin leans back and stares at Yoongi with pleading eyes. "Please, kiss me. Please." 

Soobin doesn't have to repeat himself again because Yoongi tilts his chin upwards to capture Soobin's lips between his own, making Soobin gasp in his mouth. Their kisses start off with small, timid pecks. 

"So fucking sweet," Yoongi pulls back to murmur lowly before connecting their lips again. Growing bolder, he tightens his grip on Soobin's waist, his fingertips digging into smooth skin. He gently sucks on Soobin's bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan during their fervent kiss. Soobin's right hand moves from Yoongi's shoulder to tangle into his long hair as their movements become hurried.

Needing a moment to breathe, Soobin breaks away from their kiss, panting softly against Yoongi's lips. Seizing the opportunity, Yoongi places delicate kisses near Soobin's lips where his dimple forms, reminiscent of the night from earlier but with more deliberate intent this time.

"More," Soobin demands. 

Yoongi complies, pressing another tender kiss to the same area. He repeats the gesture three more times, inching closer and closer to Soobin's lips until they finally meet once again. Soft, wet sounds fill the quiet room as Yoongi's hand slips beneath Soobin's sweater, craving the warmth of his smooth skin. Soobin sighs, surrendering to the sensations.

"You look so fucking good on my lap. Is that what you wanted to know?" Yoongi murmurs, nearly growling, his voice coarse and heavy with desire. "That I think you look irresistible like this? Huh?" 

Soobin whimpers and instinctively grinds forward, his growing arousal impossible to ignore.

Yoongi smirks, hands reaching down his waist to grasp Soobin's hips tightly. "What do you think you're doing, baby?" 

"Hyung... Yoongi hyung," Soobin gasps out, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I'm— oh my god." 

But Yoongi won't let him off so easily. "Mhm, no, none of that. No need to be embarrassed, baby. What happened to the needy bunny who just climbed my lap?" 

"That's not— hyung, please don't tease." 

"I'm just asking," Yoongi states, controlling the movement of Soobin's hips, making him move back and forth his thigh slowly. 

"Tell me, baby," Yoongi starts, his eyes captivated by the small frown of pleasure on Soobin's face. "Did you plan this? Thought you'd finally be alone with your hyung and decided to take the chance?" 

"You're being mean," Soobin pouts, his hips continuing to create tantalizing friction between his cock and Yoongi's thigh. Such an eager and insatiable puppy.

"I'm sorry, puppy-bunny," Yoongi soothes, leaning up to place a tender yet impassioned kiss on Soobin's lips as a peace offering. "I was just curious, you know."

"I didn't plan it but..." 

"Perhaps we should work on fixing your habit of leaving your sentences hanging in the future." 

"I just did research." Soobin huffs out. 

Yoongi raises a curious eyebrow. "What research?" 

"Well, user Ilike2suckc0ck on reddit made an informative and detailed thread on how to clean yourself properly and stuff like that. And there were some videos too…” 

"Interesting username," Yoongi muses with amusement. The thought of Soobin researching and looking things up just so he can prepare himself for Yoongi makes him lightheaded. 

"Would hyung let me?" Soobin asks slowly, peering at Yoongi with wide eyes.

"Let you what?" 

"You know," Soobin swallows nervously and shifts his gaze downwards where Yoongi is also steadily growing hard, straining against the confines of his jeans.

"I don't," Yoongi teases, testing how far Soobin can act coy. 

Barely above a whisper, cheeks aflame with embarrassment but desire winning out, Soobin breathes out, "...Suck your cock.” His hips can't help but grind into Yoongi's, the frenzied and depraved rhythm escalating.

Yoongi's response is a guttural moan, the ache nearly unbearable as he pulls Soobin closer for another feverish kiss. This one is more messier, lips and tongues moving with unbridled intensity. Nibbling at Soobin's bottom lip, Yoongi resists the primal urge to bite down with enough force to leave a lasting mark; that can wait for now.  Their teeth clack together at some point, the action so desperate and carnal. Soobin doesn't stop grinding against Yoongi, whining and almost shivering on top of him. So sensitive.

“Hyung, I’m gonna, fuck—” Soobin chokes out, mouth spit slicked and slacked open, his hips moving almost feverishly against Yoongi’s thigh while his hands try to take off the first layer of Yoongi’s unbuttoned shirt. 

Yoongi just tightens his grip around Soobin’s hips, his head cocked slightly with a smug grin. “You’re gonna what, bunny? Mn?” Fuck, he wants to ruin him. Make him fall apart just from some clothes-on grinding. 

Soobin looks at him, demure and teary-eyed. Yoongi’s cock aches in his pants. “Cum, hyung is gonna make me cum.” He hiccups out. Yoongi’s right hand leaves his hip and goes up to grip the back of Soobin’s neck, bringing him down to join their lips with a hungry force. Yoongi tugs Soobin’s bottom lip between his teeth and bites down, just enough to make it sting, before licking it gently to soothe it. Soobin keens lowly when Yoongi pulls back. He glances at Soobin’s lips and almost groans at how well-kissed they already look. He presses an open-mouthed kiss again and again until he can feel Soobin’s body shivering on top of him. 

Yoongi’s hands reach down and palms Soobin’s ass, kneading the soft flesh and stopping the movement of his hips. Not so quick… “You liked hyung’s hands, right?” Yoongi teases, remembering their conversation from a while back. Soobin blinks at him, looking every bit of a wide-eyed bunny, and nods eagerly, his hair falling in his eyes. Yoongi grins and reaches up to push them off his forehead. “Want hyung to use his hand on you?” 

Soobin stills completely, his eyes getting wider. Fuck, he is so cute, even now. “Hyung’s hand?” He crocks out. Yoongi hums, his hand still kneading Soobin’s ass lazily, waiting for his answer. “Have you ever gotten a handjob?” 

“Just once.”

“Once? No secret rendezvous in Music Bank bathrooms? No one caught your interest?”

Soobin shakes his head and wriggles a little on Yoongi’s lap. “Not really. Even if I were interested, I would've been too nervous to do anything. Didn’t want to mess up.” 

"Yeah? Are you nervous right now?" Yoongi asks, hand reaching to trace down the shape of Soobin’s ear with his index finger, watching goosebumps slowly rise on his neck, disappearing down inside his shirt. He pinches the lobe softly just for the sake of it, grinning when Soobin shivers even more. Sensitive bunny. "Does hyung make you nervous, baby?" His fingers trail down, tracing along Soobin’s jawline and down his Adam’s apple. He ends up lightly resting his hand at the base of Soobin’s neck.

“It’s a good kind of nervous.” Soobin admits, his grip on Yoongi’s shoulders tightening ever so slightly. “Hyung makes me feel like— like,” His lips juts out, hesitant. Yoongi leans his head up and kisses the pout just because he feels like it. Just because he can. “Like..?” Yoongi encourages, tapping his fingers gently against Soobin’s heated skin. 

“It’s embarrassing,” Soobin whines. “I’ll sound like a loser.” 

Yoongi tightens his grip on Soobin’s neck, squeezing softly in warning before pulling his hand back altogether. Soobin’s neck looks too empty now. “Nothing’s embarrassing when it’s just us two.” His serious tone makes Soobin even more pliant in his hold. 

Soobin nods and  sucks in air through his teeth. “Hyung makes me feel butterflies in my tummy.” He confesses. His hands leave Yoongi’s shoulders as he uses them to cup his own face, hiding himself shyly. Fuck. Yoongi has never met anyone this fucking cute. Yoongi grabs Soobin’s wrists and pulls them down to reveal his blushed face, embarrassed eyes meeting his.

“You’re so fucking cute,” Yoongi groans and joins their lips in a wet, messy kiss. He licks inside and Soobin takes everything Yoongi gives him. “You should show me.” Yoongi murmurs against Soobin’s lips.  Soobin makes a confused sound in return. Yoongi pulls back and clicks his tongue gently, tasting Soobin all over in his mouth. His lips tingle. He grabs the hem of Soobin’s shirt, tugging it upwards. “Show me the butterflies in your tummy.” 

Soobin doesn’t mind how Yoongi’s words don't make any sense. Instead, he eagerly reaches down to grab his sweater and pulls it off in one quick motion, the fabric ruffling his hair. Yoongi’s eyes take in all the bare skin presented in front of him. It’s just skin, but it belongs to Soobin. Yoongi doesn't want to leave a single part of him untouched. He wants Soobin to feel Yoongi on his skin for days. 

Soobin grips Yoongi’s left hand and places it on his stomach. “I feel them here, hyung.” Yoongi caresses the skin with his thumb first, feeling the ridges of his muscles before moving his fingers up and down and up again. Yoongi takes in the way Soobin’s nipples harden at the sensation, the soft hair on his body rising visibly. 

“Feels nice,” Soobin mewls, his eyelashes fluttering as his eyes shut in pleasure. Yoongi feels encouraged. He thumbs along Soobin’s lower ribs before moving downwards. He stretches his palm over Soobin’s abdomen. “You never answered if you wanted me to use my hand or not.” 

“Hyung can do anything.” Soobin’s reply is so confident. It makes Yoongi chuckle. 

“Anything?” Yoongi questions. 

Soobin reconfirms. “Anything.” 

“Brave words, baby,” Yoongi coos and brings his index and middle fingers up to tap them against Soobin’s lips, fingertips sinking in the softness. “Open up.” 

Soobin’s mouth parts slightly, his tongue touching Yoongi’s fingertips lightly. He starts with kitten-licks first, soft, as his fingers rest on the plushness of Soobin’s bottom lip. He opens his mouth more and wraps his lips fully around the two fingers. Yoongi hisses softly when he feels how wet and warm the inside of Soobin’s mouth is. His dick throbs at the feeling. His fingers sit heavy on Soobin’s tongue before it moves up making them part in a V-shape. His tongue slides between them, touching the skin fold. It makes a wet sound as spit already starts to gather around the corner of his mouth. 

Yoongi ignores how his hand is wet enough for what he is planning to do and pulls back slightly just to shove his fingers deeper in Soobin’s mouth. “You’re really showing me how eager you are to suck cock, huh? Do you want it that bad, Soobinie?” 

“Wan’ it,” Soobin replies around Yoongi’s fingers, his words dampened. 

“Later, bunny.” Yoongi promises. “First, hyung wants to make you cum.” He pulls out his fingers and cups Soobin’s crotch with his other hand. “You’re so hard.” Yoongi comments as Soobin bucks into Yoongi’s hand, hips stuttering. “Ha—” 

Yoongi unbuttons Soobin’s jeans and pulls the zipper down. “Up,” Yoongi commands, making Soobin put all his weight on his knees besides Yoongi’s thighs so he can tug down the jeans along with his black boxer briefs. The juxtaposition of Soobin being naked while Yoongi is entirely clothed makes him dizzy. He leans in and places a tender kiss on Soobin’s sternum. 

Yoongi leans back and admires. Pretty boy on his lap with a pretty cock, hard and aching just for him. Lucky bastard, a part of his brain echoes like a solid pat on the back. “You’re so big here, ‘binnie” Yoongi compliments sweetly but his tone tips around the edge of being condescending. “You don’t wanna put it to use?” 

Soobin mewls, flushing red all over, down from his neck to his throbbing dick. “I can fuck hyung later.” 

“Is that so?” Yoongi challenges. “You think you can fuck me good? I’m not the kind of person who is easily pleased.” He wraps his hand around Soobin’s cock in a lax grip, warm and heavy in his hold. Soobin involuntarily jerks his hips upwards in Yoongi’s hold, the spit and precum making the slide easier.

Soobin whines. “I’ll work hard.” 

“Show me,” Yoongi encourages and tightens his grip around Soobin. “Fuck my hand, baby.” 

Soobin obediently follows Yoongi’s demand. So docile. His grip on Yoongi’s shoulders tighten even more as he rut in Yoongi’s hand eagerly. Yoongi looks down and almost groans at the lewd sight. The tip of Soobin’s cock is flushed red and so sticky as it thrusts in Yoongi’s hand like a fleshlight. Yoongi wants to put his mouth around it. 

“I’m gonna— hyung.” Soobin keens as the movement of his hips get sloppier and hurried. Eager puppy. 

“Already?” Yoongi taunts with a small pout. He digs his thumb softly in the slit of his cock, making Soobin hiss. Yoongi notices tears gathering in Soobin’s eyes, making him pause for a moment. 

“You’re crying, bunny. Is hyung being mean?” Yoongi inquires gently. He almost pulls his hand away when Soobin lets out a tiny silent sob. “No—no, it feels good. Don’t stop, hyung. Yoongi.” 

Oh. Oh. 

His sweet boy is crying because it feels good. Yoongi is making him feel good. Yoongi hurriedly pulls Soobin closer, kissing his cheek and then his lips. He pulls back and tastes the tears on his lips. Soobin’s tears. “You’re so fucking sweet, Soobin.” Yoongi comments, his voice hoarse and clearly affected. 

Now that he knows Soobin is crying because it feels nice, a sadistic streak in his brain goes haywire. Soobin looks so fucking pretty. With his face flushed and his eyes teary and glassy that Yoongi can see his own reflection in them, mouth opened with soft moans escaping. A fucking vision. 

Yoongi keeps stroking Soobin’s cock while his lips are busy mouthing over his neck and shoulders softly, mindful to not leave any marks, even though he wants to. Oh, he wants. He wants Soobin to walk around with his marks all over his neck proudly until all the fans and every news outlet are left wondering who left them on TXT’s sweet leader. 

“Soobinie,” Yoongi coos softly in his ear. “Cum for hyung.” 

Yoongi watches fascinated as Soobin throws his head back and bites down on his bottom lip to stop the loud moan that leaves him as he surrenders to the pleasure. Spruts of cum coat his hand and his shirt. Mindless mumbles of his name are on Soobin’s lips as he slumps down in Yoongi’s chest like an overgrown puppy. Yoongi has never been so fond. 

Yoongi makes Soobin lean back from him so he can have enough space to take off his own shirt and wipe his hand clean with it. He throws it down on the ground and tugs Soobin closer to him. The skin on skin contact makes his heart race. Soobin nuzzles in his neck, inhaling deeply before exhaling, creating a slight ticklish feeling. He melts further into Yoongi when he starts to run his fingers gently through his blond hair. 

“Checking in, how are we doing?” Yoongi asks in a whisper, scratching softly at the hair on the base of his scalp. 

“Like you so much, hyung.” Yoongi feels Soobin’s lips move against his neck as he replies, words muffled. 

Yoongi chuckles, feeling his heart grow in size in his chest. “I like you more.” 

“Nuh-uh,” Soobin retorts. “I do.” 

Yoongi just hums and lets him have it. They bask in silence for a few moments until he feels Soobin’s lips leaving tiny, open mouthed kisses on his neck. His cock throbs, still hard even though he tried to ignore it before. He thinks nothing of it at first, Soobin might not be even realizing what he’s doing.

But Soobin's little kisses turn into tiny nibbling in the way, Yoongi knows they will leave marks later. Especially how easily Yoongi tends to bruise. 

“What are you doing, bunny?”

“Hyung…” Soobin whispers against Yoongi's ear, sending soft shivers down his spine. “Can I have more kisses?” 

Yoongi chuckles at the cute tone Soobin is speaking in and nods, “Of course, you can. Come here.”

Soobin leans back from Yoongi's neck and joins their lips together in a kiss. Their lips move gently against each other at first. Yoongi pecks Soobin's bottom lip twice softly before sucking it in his mouth and biting down in the softness. The action makes Soobin writhe again on Yoongi's lap, his hands reaching up to tangle themselves in Yoongi's long hair. 

“Hyung,” Soobin breathes out. “You're really so unfair, you know that?” 

“Why?” Yoongi mumbles absentmindedly, lips still not detaching from Soobin's. 

“You're good at kissing and you're also so pretty. My pretty Suga hyung. And— mmh,” Soobin is cut off by Yoongi capturing his upper lip this time, nibbling on it just enough to leave his mark on Soobin. 

“You're prettier,” Yoongi replies back honestly, his hands gripping Soobin's waist tightly enough to leave faint handprints, his hard-on rubbing between Soobin's thighs which is only separated by two layers of Yoongi's clothes. Soobin gasps at the sensation. 

“Hyung, you're..” 

“Mn, you made hyung hard, baby.” Yoongi groans. 

“This is so hot,” Soobin confesses, grinding down on Yoongi's bulge. “Hyung, can I please suck you off? I'll try my best to make it good for you.” 

“Fuck, you wanna do more?” 

“Yes, yes— I want, hyung, I want you to…” Soobin's voice trails off in a shy whisper. 

“Want me to what, baby? Use your words.” 

“It's dirty,” Soobin whines shyly. 

“Dirtier than this?” Hair falls into Soobin's eyes as he nods his head to Yoongi's question. 

“You still have to tell me, I won't know otherwise.” 

“I want hyung to..” Soobin tries again only to stop in his sentence again. He blinks to himself in determination and leans down, his lips meeting the shell of Yoongi's ear, voice dropping down to a whisper: “I want hyung to fuck me.”

Yoongi's body goes rigid at that. He wants Yoongi to— “You really came prepared, huh?” Yoongi questions, unable to stop his hands from roaming around all the uncovered softness of Soobin's skin. “Planned to seduce your hyung who is inviting you for an innocent dinner?” 

“Hyung, don't tease and you’re not innocent at all!”

“We should take this to the bedroom, if we wanna go any further,” Yoongi suggests. “Also, I'm pretty sure my legs have gone completely numb by now.” 

Soobin flushes red at that. “You should've told me to get off earlier!” 

“Do not mistake me. If it was up to me, I would've just made you only sit on my lap all the time and nowhere else. Make you do your interviews while you are sitting on my lap.” 

Soobin giggles. “And what am I supposed to say when the interviewers ask me what BTS' Suga is doing here, acting as my chair?” 

“I’ll tell them BTS’ Suga took a small break from being an idol to turn into a personal chair for TXT's Soobin. I’m sure they'll understand me.” 

“You're so unbelievable.” 

"Mhm, and you're still sitting pretty on my lap, so," Soobin jumps off at that, cute and clumsy. He also finally realises the state of his nudity as he looks down at himself in shyness. 

Yoongi smiles softly. "You are the most gorgeous person ever, Soobin."

He also gets up from the couch, ignoring the mess they’ve made for now. He’ll clean everything later. He takes Soobin’s hand in his own and tugs him towards the direction of his bedroom. 

Soobin looks around curiously as Yoongi turns on the lights after they enter. It reminds him of how Soobin looked when he came to Yoongi’s studio for the first time; all nervous and moon-eyed. Yoongi looks at Soobin admiring the room while he admires him, eyes tracing the lines of Soobin’s lithe figure, the small dips and curves, the beauty spots scattered around on otherwise unblemished skin. Yoongi has really never found someone this beautiful. 

An unexpected pang resonates within his heart as he fully grasps the fact that Soobin is genuinely standing in his bedroom. The very room he made a tiktok account solely to watch his hoobae’s video — and now here stands Soobin, gazing at Yoongi with a happy glint in his eyes and a soft smile gracing his lip. Full circle. Yoongi adores him so much. 

With a tender resolve, Yoongi approaches Soobin and rises onto his tippy toes to connect their lips together gently, playfully disregarding the laughter bubbling forth from Soobin at their height difference. He is lucky he’s cute.

“Tiny hyung,” Soobin grins. “My tiny Yoongi hyung.” 

“You like referring to me as yours a lot.” Yoongi notes, not overlooking Soobin's use of ‘my’ before his own name. 

“Do you not like it?” 

“Quite the opposite, actually. I like it too much. I was just curious as to why.” 

“Well,” Soobin drags out the word and shrugs. “You like hearing it, I like saying it. Win-win situation, I’d say.” 

“You make a convincing case,” Yoongi giggles, pressing another small kiss on Soobin’s lips. 

“I have another case to make convincing.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Sit on the bed?” Soobin asks as he takes Yoongi to the right left of his bed, hands resting on his shoulder to make him sit down. Yoongi follows as asked and sits down. His mouth suddenly drops open when Soobin gets down on both his knees in front of Yoongi. 

“Soobin—” 

“Please, hyung. I really wanna—” Soobin cuts himself off by nuzzling into Yoongi’s crotch. He rubs his cheek against the hardness of Yoongi’s cock over the denim of his jeans. Yoongi’s hand twitches by his side. “Mn, warm.” 

“Fuck,” Yoongi curses, making Soobin chuckle. 

“Hyung, you’re the only man who is hesitant about receiving a blowjob.” 

“Yeah?” Yoongi croons. “And how many men are you offering blowjobs to know this?” The question is a little too possessive for his own liking. He normally does not act this way. Soobin doesn’t even know the effect he has on him. 

“Not that many,” Soobin quips, looking up at him with a playful glint in his eyes. “You should feel lucky and take advantage of this opportunity. You don’t get head from a totally inexperienced guy always. Once in a lifetime chance.” 

Yoongi huffs a laugh and runs his fingers through Soobin’s hair in an affectionate manner. “Fine, go ahead.” 

The sight of Soobin perking up and hurriedly trying to unbutton Yoongi’s pants is just as endearing as it is hot. He has never met someone who is so eager to please. Determined. He starts to undo the zipper, pulling the pants down, revealing the black boxers underneath. 

“Wanna put my mouth on it.” Soobin confesses in a hushed tone, swallowing down the saliva gathering in his mouth. 

“Go on.” Yoongi allows, hand reaching down to softly pet Soobin’s hair. 

After getting the approval, Soobin leans down and parts his lips over the fabric of Yoongi’s boxers, tongue flattening against where Yoongi feels the thickest. Yoongi lets out a quiet hiss at the feeling of Soobin’s warm tongue. He starts with tiny suckling first before growing bolder and lapping over soft material of Yoongi’s underwear, dampening Yoongi’s cock through the single layer of clothing. He slowly moves towards the tip while dragging his bottom lip along the covered length.

“Fuck,” Yoongi murmurs, stomach tightening at the depraved act. He never knew Soobin would know how to tease like this. He wonders exactly how many educational videos he has consumed for this.  

Soobin peers up at Yoongi with big eyes at that, like he is seeking approval. I am doing good, right?  is unspoken but Yoongi hears it out loud anyway. 

“You’re doing so well,” Yoongi praises, his voice hoarse. 

“Hyung… can I take this off?” 

So polite. Yoongi nods in yes. Soobin tucks his hands in the waistband of Yoongi’s boxers and pulls them down. A tiny gasp escapes Soobin’s mouth when Yoongi’s cock springs free— hard and leaking at the tip. It matches with the pink of Yoongi’s lips and his elbows, tip curved slightly to the right. 

Soobin wraps his hand around the base of Yoongi’s length, marvelling at how it fits in his hold, warm and heavy. He brings his mouth closer to the wet head of Yoongi’s cock and puts it against the plushness of his bottom lip, letting it rest there. He makes eye contact with Yoongi, eyelashes fluttering, pressing a kiss on it. His pink tongue peeks out to lick in a kittenish way on the bead of precum forming at the slit. Yoongi lets out a shaky breath. 

It’s a little maddening the way Soobin looks pretty right now, if Yoongi is being honest. He begins mouthing at tip, suckling and teasing his tongue on the slit. He takes him further inside, lips stretching wide to fit inside the warmth of Soobin’s mouth. 

“Breathe through your nose,” Yoongi reminds him, a wicked satisfaction making room in his chest at the way Soobin’s eyes are already filling up with unshed tears. He is trying to take as much as he can, saliva dripping down as he drools on Yoongi’s cock. The movement of his head doesn’t stop until he is halfway down Yoongi’s length. Yoongi can feel himself touching the back of Soobin’s throat before his gag reflexes kick in and his throat convulses, making Soobin pull back with a harsh cough. 

“Aw,” Yoongi coos sympathetically as he catches the embarrassment on Soobin’s face, his voice shaky and breathy from all the stimulation. “It’s okay. You make hyung feel so good. You are doing so good.”

“That was so embarrassing,” Soobin whispers, horrified. His voice sounds a little raspy already. 

Yoongi tsks. “No, It wasn't. It's just me, baby. You don't have to be embarrassed when it's me.”

“But I wanted to impress hyung.”

“And you did!” Yoongi replies, truthfully. “A part of me is honestly glad you stopped. I don't want to cum just yet.” 

“Really?” 

 “Yes.”

“And you're not just saying it?” 

Yoongi internally groans at how cute Soobin is being and leans down, ignoring his hard on and their state of nudity, pecking Soobin softly on the lips to reassure; I'm still here and I still adore you and always will. Yoongi tastes himself on Soobin's pink, puffy mouth and it's something that Yoongi shouldn't find as hot as he does. 

“Can I try again?” Soobin asks when Yoongi pulls back.

“Of course, you can. You can try any time you want. We can even stop if you want.” Yoongi's reply makes Soobin frown, a soft noise of complaint leaving. 

“No stopping.” 

“Insatiable," Yoongi grins. “Alright, no stopping.” 

Yoongi readjusts his position so Soobin can have easier access again. Soobin wraps his hand again in a warm, tight hold, rotating his wrist down downwards in a somewhat practised motion, like he is testing what he likes on Yoongi. 

“Open your mouth,” Yoongi slowly instructs, his own hand reaching down to grip the base of his length, marvelling at how quickly Soobin's mouth drops open at Yoongi's instruction. “Tongue out, baby.”

Soobin's tongue peeks out; pink, kittenish and shiny from saliva. Yoongi softly slaps the head of his cock on the flat of Soobin's tongue, making a tiny wet 'plap' sound. He lets it rest there, ignoring the velvet heat of his mouth and the urge to stuff his cock fully until it's hitting the back of Soobin's throat again, face fucking him properly.

His free hand twitches by his side to get his phone and take a picture of the view in front of him but he knows the camera won’t capture the little details Yoongi’s eyes are noticing right now. The sheen of saliva on Soobin’s swollen dark pink lips, the tears lining on the lower lash-line, eyes wide and doll-like, an overall flushed look. God, Yoongi wants to absolutely devour this boy. 

“You look so pretty.” Yoongi’s voice is shaky.

Soobin tries again, motivated by the praise. He hollows his cheeks to suck him in, filling his mouth in a slow stretch. Yoongi has never met this much of an enthusiastic lover before Soobin. He can feel his breathing get quicker and heavier, his abdominal muscles clenching as a deep guttural moan escapes him. Soobin takes Yoongi’s reactions as encouragement, ignoring the dull ache in his jaw. 

“Fuck—uhn, stop,” Yoongi’s grip on Soobin’s hair leaves as he taps him on the shoulder, asking him to stop. Soobin slows down, pulling back with a lewd pop of his mouth as a thin string of spit stretches from the tip of Yoongi’s cock to Soobin’s lips, wet and messy. The string splits, making Yoongi close his eyes with a groan, the obscene sight replaying behind his closed eyelids. 

“Is something wrong?” Yoongi hears Soobin ask, his voice wrecked and raspy in a way Yoongi has never heard before. 

“No, no—” Yoongi assures, opening his eyes to make eye contact with Soobin. “I was just going to cum.” 

Soobin pouts, his lips swollen and dark pink, looking up at Yoongi with confused glassy eyes. Yoongi’s cock throbs at sight, extra sensitive because of the unintentional edging. He needs to get a fucking grip.  “Do you not want to cum?” 

Yoongi almost giggles at the innocent tone of the question. Soobin is really incapable of not being cute, no matter the context or situation.“Do you still want me to fuck you?” 

“Oh,” Soobin looks shocked, like he forgot this was a possibility. This would mean Soobin was pleasuring Yoongi for his own enjoyment only and nothing else. No end goal in his mind besides making his hyung cum. Such a sweet fucking thing. “I mean, if hyung wants to.” 

“What did I tell you, baby?” Yoongi gently chastises. “I want to do everything you want. You don’t have to worry about me. If it’s something I don’t want, I will say no to you. Just like you can say no to me.” 

“I do want that.” Soobin struggling to use the word fuck after he just had his cock down his throat is so amusing to 

“Then I’ll cum when we’ll do that,” Yoongi copies Soobin, enjoying the flustered reaction he gets in return. “Come up here.” 

Soobin rises from his knees, entering Yoongi's open embrace as he tucks his chin over Yoongi's shoulder. He presses a soft kiss there, making a fond smile appear on Yoongi's face.

“You're so cute,” Yoongi whispers, turning his face slightly to press a kiss on Soobin's head in return, soft hair brushing against his skin. 

“You're cute, too,” Soobin says back. “And really hot.”

A ripple of laughter escapes Yoongi, feeling both flustered and pleased. “Mmh, go lay properly on the bed.”

Soobin follows Yoongi's instruction, scooting upwards so his back nestles against the headboard, enveloped by the plush pillows adorning Yoongi's bed.

“You look good in my bed,” Yoongi confesses, finding himself liking the image of Soobin amidst his surroundings. Soobin is surrounded by all things Yoongi.

“I'm gonna stay here forever,” Soobin teases as he sinks deeper into the comfy mattress, his body spreading out like a contented starfish. Cute boy. Yoongi stands up and removes his jeans that were hooked around his knees properly, completely naked now. 

“Don't threaten me with a good time.” Yoongi replies, he moves over to Soobin, reveling in the familiar plushness of his duvet against his bare skin.

Yoongi gently positions himself next to Soobin, lying on his right side and instinctively reaching out with his hand to hold Soobin's waist. As he draws Soobin closer, their lips meet again in a tender kiss. Yoongi will never get tired of this. He can't get enough of the delicate feeling of Soobin's lips, their supple skin held between his slightly parted teeth – a fragile area so effortlessly susceptible to a tiny bite. Soobin reciprocates Yoongi's intense kiss, copying Yoongi’s bold movements and daringly nibbles at his lips before parting them in invitation for their tongues to meet intimately.

“Hyung,” Soobin whispers against Yoongi's lips. “I'm—” He decides to complete his sentence by rutting forward, his hard cock pressing between Yoongi's thighs. 

“Wait,” Yoongi pulls back and only turns his upper body around to reach out to his nightstand. He opens a drawer and takes out the bottle of unscented lube. Soobin's eyes get a little wide when he sees the object in Yoongi's hand, making him grin. 

“You still down?” Yoongi asks one more time. He knows he might be sounding like a broken record but it can never be enough. Soobin's expression gets a little softer at that, fonder. Yoongi still can't believe Soobin picked him to look at with much adoration. 

“Yes. Yes. Hyung, please, it hurts,” Yoongi wonders if Soobin knows he’s practically begging right now. Begging for Yoongi to split him open for his cock. 

Yoongi moves down, settling between Soobin’s legs where he is hard and sticky. Big hands reach out to grip the meat of Soobin’s thighs, watching the skin bleach white beneath his fingers digging firm to part his legs apart. Soobin lets out an unintentional moan at that, feeling his stomach twist in arousal. 

Yoongi stares at Soobin's cock, hard and aching, and leans down to put the flushed pink tip in his mouth. He digs his tongue into the weeping slit, tasting the saltiness of precum. He pours the lube in his fingers and rubs them together to warm it slightly. He presses his middle finger against Soobin's rim lightly, eyes fixed on Soobin's face to take in all his expressions. He slightly tenses up at the feeling of Yoongi's finger, eyebrows knitting together. 

“Relax,” Yoongi whispers, tongue poking out to lap on the head of Soobin's cock to distract him. "Hyung needs to stretch you out so you can take him." 

“Take hyung…” Soobin repeats in awe, legs tightening around Yoongi's shoulders.

Yoongi takes that as an encouragement and slowly enters his finger inside the ring of Soobin's muscle, pouring more lube there to make the slide even more easier. He reaches till the knuckle, Soobin clenching around the finger uncontrollably. 

“Relax,” Yoongi repeats once again, pushing his index finger along the middle finger, being generous with the lube. He uses his tongue to trace the prominent veins on the underside of Soobin's length and then twirls his tongue around the cockhead. Soobin's sweet breathy sounds start to get heavier from both simulations. “You're doing so good, baby.” Yoongi feels Soobin clench at his praising words and smirks in amusement. He continues. “Look so pretty for hyung,” Soobin's soft whining of pleasure gets louder. 

Yoongi doesn’t stop fucking his fingers into him and moves around so that his face is between Soobin’s thighs where he can see his fingers buried inside. He turns his face slightly so he mouths along Soobin’s inner thigh, leaving small nibbles with wet kisses. Tiny bruises form on his skin right after Yoongi moves his mouth to another spot. He peers up to look at Soobin who has his mouth open in a silent moan, eyes half closed yet focused on where Yoongi’s mouth is kissing his skin. 

Yoongi takes that moment to slip another finger in, lube gushing around the tender rim. Soobin tenses up again when Yoongi’s finger brushes against the spot where he is the most sensitive, hips twitching upwards. “Hyung,” He gasps out while arching his back, mouth going slack. Yoongi doesn’t stop there and keeps grazing over there until Soobin’s cock is a twitching, leaking mess between his legs. 

Soobin's body shakes, a sheen of sweat forming all over his body, his mouth biting down on his knuckles to stop all the sweet, breathy sounds from escaping. Yoongi raises his eyebrow at that. “I wanna hear you, baby. Don’t you wanna let hyung know how good he’s making you feel?” 

“It’s— embarrassing,” Soobin whispers, shyness returning to his figure. 

Yoongi removes his fingers carefully, watching as Soobin clenches around nothing. All stretched out and inviting— his rim glistening from all the lube Yoongi used. Soobin makes a shy whine when he registers where Yoongi’s gaze is, legs pulling in to lock together but stopping because of Yoongi’s figure in the middle of them. “Stop looking…” 

“You look so gorgeous,” Yoongi murmurs, looking up to make eye contact with Soobin’s flushed face. He leans back and strokes a hand over his heavy cock so he is sufficiently coated in lube. His heart is pounding in his chest. He grabs Soobin’s legs and brings them around his hips. He moves down, kissing Soobin’s body. He leaves affectionate kisses on his stomach and flattens his tongue against his abs and licks upwards till his sternum where he can feel Soobin’s fast heartbeat that is matching his own on his tongue.  

Soobin’s body shakes underneath him with mirth, a soft breathy giggle coming from his throat.

“What’s so funny?” Yoongi murmurs, his lips rising in amusement against Soobin’s pecs. He presses a kiss there once, twice and three more times again. 

“When you licked…. me,” Soobin squirms at saying that, a hint of laughter still present on his face. “You seriously looked like a cat.” 

Yoongi smirks slightly and replies with a deadpan, “Meow.” 

“Hyung, you know we have a lyric,” Soobin starts, his eyes twinkling while looking at Yoongi. Only Yoongi. 

“Wow, a k-pop band that sings songs has lyrics.” Yoongi teases, pressing down on Soobin’s body making their hips meet. Soobin wraps his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders, bringing him closer as their cocks rub together, sticky and slick. They both let out a mirrored shaky moan.

Soobin frowns, his eyebrows knit together in pleasure. “You keep being mean.” 

“Am I?” 

“Yes,” Soobin retorts, definitively. “Give me a kiss as sorry.” 

Yoongi complies with no complaint, leaning down to press their lips together in a soft kiss but the sudden sting from Soobin biting down on his bottom lip sends a shiver down his spine. He pulls back and licks his bottom lip, feeling the tender bruised skin on his tongue. 

Soobin grins boyishly, a satisfied gleam in his eyes. “You’re forgiven now.” 

Huh.. Cute, Yoongi lets him off this time. Yoongi settles back, smoothes his hands on the top of Soobin’s thighs. He takes a hold of his cock and drags it over Soobin’s stretched hole, repeating the action again. Soobin’s body grows tense every time the tip catches against his rim, waiting for something— anything. His body growing desperate every passing second. 

“What was the lyric?” 

“It’s in english, it goes something like — It’s no coincidence, it’s a kitty-incidence,” 

“What the fuck is kitty-incidence?”  

Soobin’s laugh turns into a choked moan when Yoongi’s tip presses firmly against him. 

“You know, I have a lyric too,” Yoongi murmurs, voice low and hoarse. 

“What— what is it?” 

"Calling me a pup, yeah, hah. I was born a tiger —!” Yoongi raps a line from Daechwita and presses his tip inside the tight, slick space— not quite inside, not quite out, just teasing. Soobin's pliant body jolts slightly.

“Fuck, fuck, hyung— don’t do that.” 

"Why not?"

"It just, it just really hit me that I'm about to get fucked by BTS Suga. Agust D is inside of me right now.” 

“So— fucking— Cute,” Yoongi breathes out, each word pronounced is accompanied by the movement of his hips, pushing deeper inside Soobin. 

Soobin’s mouth falls slack open, his grip getting tighter around Yoongi’s shoulders but he still makes sure to not dig his nails in Yoongi’s faulty shoulder. Yoongi almost feels himself getting harder at that. His sweet, precious boy. 

He withdraws his hips and presses in again and again, going deeper each time. Soobin arches beneath him, his body flushed hot. Yoongi has never felt something so perfect around him. Soobin is taking him so well. 

“Hyung,” Soobin whimpers loudly. 

Yoongi is still rocking slow and gentle, not picking up the pace yet. Soobin needs to get used to this feeling. Yoongi feels so fucking close to Soobin where they’re joined together. Yoongi takes no time to interlock their fingers together when Soobin’s hand falls by his side, gripping tightly. He bites gently down Soobin’s throat, tasing the heated, salty skin on his tongue. The urge to suck the skin between his teeth until it leaves his mark is uncontrollable. He doesn’t, though— don’t want his baby to get in trouble later. 

“I feel so— so,” Soobin mewls as Yoongi pulls back just to see Soobin’s hole clench desperately around nothing, gaping for Yoongi. He grips his cock and pushes in again inside. The slide is much smoother this time, Soobin opening up to take him easily. 

“Feel what, baby?” 

“So full,” Soobin croaks out, his free hand moving down the curve of Yoongi’s back. “Hyung, I want— please, move.” The present pulse of Soobin’s cock trapped between their stomach feels warm and sticky as it leaks milky precome. Yoongi hikes his hips up, adjusting the angle so he can get deeper— so deep, Yoongi wants Soobin to feel him for days. His cock throbs as he shoves in deep, the tip of his cock pressing right on Soobin’s prostate.

“You feel so fucking good,” Yoongi almost slurs out, dark cat-like eyes focused on the mesmerizing lewd sight of where he is driving his cock in and out of Soobin. His rim is puffy and pink around Yoongi. The loud sounds of their skin slapping together echo in Yoongi’s room. Hot and messy. 

Soobin is gone by now, a permanent flush on his sweat slickened body as drool forms by the corner of his slack, bitten-pink mouth. His pliant body bounces upwards with every thrust, nothing but mindless mumbles of Yoongi’s name and little sounds on his mouth. 

“Uhn— Yoongi hy— hng—” 

“Soobin,” Yoongi gasps back, his stomach quivering from the stimulation. He leans down and presses an open-mouthed kiss on Soobin’s lips, their tongues tangling together as he licks into Soobin’s mouth, tasting all of Soobin’s tiny sighs and moans. Yoongi has never seen anyone this alluring. It’s so hot— something about him railing Soobin on the bed he made a tiktok account months ago. His cock twitches inside Soobin. He wishes he could brag for a moment, tell both of their fans and all the news outlets. He can already see the headlines in his mind. 

TXT’s leader Choi Soobin gets railed by BTS’ Suga. 

“You’re so good,” Yoongi has no control on the words escaping from him, mouth running loose. He takes in the sight of Soobin’s pretty eyes filled with unshed tears, as if they’re sparkling. “So fucking pretty, ‘binnie. My pretty bunny. You want to be hyung’s?”

“Y—yes,” Soobin hiccups out when Yoongi presses in harder, thrusts getting animalistic. Desperate. “Hyung, I feel it in my tummy — nngh — so close.” 

“You’re gonna cum?” Yoongi coos breathlessly, feeling sweat run down his face as his hair sticks on his dewy forehead. “Give it to me.” 

Soobin’s body shakes beneath Yoongi, his walls clenching around Yoongi sporadically. He feels tighter. Yoongi feels his own orgasm creeping up to him, feeling it hot in his gut and his balls. His thrusts get sloppier, desperate, the rhythm he had set disappears— driven by the need to chase his high. 

Yoongi’s hand moves to grip Soobin’s weeping cock between their bodies, thumbing at the slit while twisting his wrist around in practised, repeated motions. It doesn’t take Soobin much time to get undone. His head thrown back on the pillow, throat bared for Yoongi’s eyes and Yoongi’s name on his lips, he starts cumming— thick white ropes spurting between them, coating their stomachs with his cum. His body trembling and shivering, arms reaching out to pull Yoongi closer, closer, closer.  

Yoongi is quick to follow. He pulls out before he can cum inside Soobin, stroking his swollen cock tightly. Soobin’s teary gaze focused on Yoongi’s hand, licking his lips as if he is reminiscing the taste of him from before. “Fuck— fuck, Soobin-ah,” His own thighs shake as his orgasm is ripped out of him, hot sticky webs of cum splattering all over Soobin’s stomach, adding to the mess from before. 

He falls right beside Soobin and pulls the boy closer to him, not minding the mess created by them. He starts to press soft kisses on Soobin’s forehead, moving down to kiss his eyelids, tasting the tears on his lips. “You did so well. You are so perfect.” Yoongi praises, continuing to kiss down his cheeks and the tip of his nose. He ends it by a tender peck on his lips. 

“Hyung,” Soobin mumbles, snuggling closer to Yoongi. “You made me feel so nice.” 

“That so?” Yoongi smiles at the soft hum emitted by Soobin. “I’m so glad, baby. You made me feel really nice too. I’m so lucky to have such a perfect boy.” 

“You really are….” Soobin buries his face in Yoongi’s neck, giggling at Yoongi’s surprised sound. 

Yoongi squeezes Soobin tightly, feeling a sudden burst of cuteness aggression, “I’m going to eat you.” 

“I don’t think I’m exactly edible.” 

“You are.” Yoongi replies definitively. “Don’t question the expert here.” 

“Expert of what exactly?” Soobin questions in amusement. 

“Expert of Soobin.”

Soobin bursts into loud squeaky laughter at Yoongi’s serious tone. “You're ridiculous…” 

“Come on, I should clean us up,” Yoongi tries to pull away but Soobin clings on tightly. 

“Nooo.” 

“You know…” Yoongi starts to bargain, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “I actually got bingsu  for you as dessert. It’s sitting yummy in my fridge right now. If you shower quickly, it’s all yours to eat.” 

“You know me too well now,” Soobin narrows his eyes playfully. “Fine! You win! Let’s get cleaned up.” 

Soobin gets out of the bed, no longer shy about his nudity in front of Yoongi. Yoongi takes a minute to admire the sight in front of him; the light marks of Yoongi’s fingerprints around Soobin’s hips and waist, the subtle redness on the places where Yoongi’s mouth went wild, bits of afterglow showing on his skin— a fucking masterpiece. 

“Hyung! Don’t you think you’ve stared at me enough for today..?” 

Yoongi’s eyes snap up to meet Soobin’s gaze. “There is no such thing as that.” He scoffs and gets out of bed as well to follow Soobin into his bathroom. He makes a mental note to change his sheets too. 

“I want my bingsu, hyung.” 

“Okay, okay.” 

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

After they shower together, Soobin spends a whole ten minutes in Yoongi’s closet, picking The Perfect Hoodie™️ from Yoongi’s collection of hoodies wrapped in a towel. Yoongi just watches in amusement, already dried down and changed into a new set of clothes; a simple black t-shirt and basketball shorts. He finally goes with the AMIRI players club hoodie he has worn quite a lot before. Normally oversized on Yoongi, it’s a perfect fit on Soobin, although a little loose around the shoulders. Yoongi is definitely more broad in that sense. Thankfully, he doesn’t take that much time to also pick a pair of shorts. 

Yoongi feels another wave of satisfaction when he sees Soobin in his clothes, it’s something so primal and possessive, it sets his veins ablaze in a gratifying warmth.

There is something soft about the moment. It was only amplified by the hum of the air conditioner and the familiar scent of Yoongi’s shampoo coming from Soobin's freshly washed hair. He is drowned in everything that is Yoongi’s, including smelling like him.

Yoongi carefully reaches out for a towel, draping it over Soobin's head without a word. Their gazes linger on each other before Soobin wordlessly bends down slightly so his head is perfectly in reach of Yoongi. Yoongi raises his hand to untangle the stray strands of hair affectionately. The familiar tinge of fondness deepens within his chest as his fingers persuade each knot to come undone. 

Once Yoongi is satisfied with that, he begins to tenderly rub the towel against Soobin's scalp, imitating the soothing circles that his mother used to draw when he was a child. Each stroke removes a layer of lingering dampness until Soobin surrenders completely to the comforting rhythm. His eyes slip shut, eyelashes resting against his cheeks. A complete look of serenity on his face.

As Yoongi continues drying Soobin’s hair, his heart swells with gratitude and adoration for Soobin allowing him to take care of him in such an unguarded way. He trusts Yoongi wholly. 

“Come on, bunny. Let’s get your bingsu.” 

Soobin’s eyes flutter open as he looks at Yoongi with a soft gaze. He leans down even more and presses his lips gently against Yoongi’s lips. “Thank you for taking care of me, hyung.” 

“Thank you for letting me,” Yoongi replies, pressing another peck on Soobin’s soft lips. He is afraid he might be getting addicted. 

They walk into the living room and pausing at the sight of their tossed clothes on the floor. Yoongi chuckles and bends down to collect their garments before eyeing Soobin's sheepish expression.“No need to get flustered now.” 

“I can't believe we couldn't even wait to reach the bedroom," Soobin mumbles, clearly taken aback. This remark sends Yoongi into a fit of laughter.

“You’re cute,” Yoongi simply states, heading to the laundry area with a grin to put the clothes away. 

Soobin takes that time to settle into Yoongi’s couch comfortably, waiting for his bingsu. Yoongi sighs fondly, walking to the kitchen and retrieving the ice cream from the fridge and getting the utensils to eat it with. He hands them to Soobin and gets a loud smooch on the cheek as a reward. It is all worth it. His cute boy. 

“Are you not gonna eat?” Soobin questions with the spoon in his mouth.

Yoongi scrunches up his face. “I'm not big on desserts, especially late in the evening. I prefer just watching you enjoy your bingsu, anyway.”

“Not big on desserts…” Soobin echoes incredulously under his breath. “See, I knew that but this still feels unreal to me.” 

With a shake of his head, Yoongi walks back in the kitchen to wash the dishes from earlier. The open counter makes it accessible to face Soobin to have a chat. 

“What time does your first schedule start tomorrow?” Yoongi questions, eyes focused on the spoon in his hand as he scrubs the sponge on it repeatedly. 

"Uh, around 11 AM, I think," Soobin answers contemplatively.

“Do you want to stay overnight?” 

Soobin hesitates momentarily. "I assumed I was already..."

"You are!" Yoongi confirms with a laugh. "Just wanted to double-check."

“Well, I am.” Soobin sinks into Yoongi’s couch even more before tensing up, “If you’re okay with it.” 

“Of course it is. Otherwise, I wouldn't have offered,” Yoongi teases, enjoying Soobin's pouty response.

“I’m just a little slow right now, alright? My brain is all fuzzy. It’s honestly hyung’s fault.”

“Everything is just my fault now…” Yoongi sighs in fake disappointment. “Like I was the one who jumped on your lap….” 

“Hyung!” Soobin whines loudly, getting the hood up and pulling its strings tightly in an attempt to hide his blushing face. “You need to stop being mean to your boyfriend.” 

In a split second, everything freezes, making Yoongi question if his ears are playing tricks on him. Amidst the background noise of running water, he repeats in disbelief, "Boyfriend?" His gaze lands on Soobin’s sheepish form with wide eyes. 

“Well, yeah,” Soobin shrugs, appearing to be nonchalant. “I only sleep with the people I’m dating, hyung.” 

“Uh huh,” Yoongi's face begins to form a grin as Soobin starts to ramble nervously. “I mean, wouldn't you agree that we've been seeing each other for the past few weeks? Honestly, even couples I know don't share meals as often as we do.”

Clearly amused by his words, Yoongi lets out a hum of agreement.

“And besides, not everyone is lucky enough to have such a young, hot boyfriend.”

“Alright, my young, hot boyfriend,” Yoongi finally interrupts, noticing Soobin's bewildered expression. “Come here and give your boyfriend a kiss.” 

“My boyfriend?” Soobin lights up. “Hyung is my boyfriend?” 

“Not until I get my kiss,” Yoongi teasingly replies.

Instead of rising from the couch as Yoongi expects, Soobin sends playful air kisses in his direction while crooning in a cute high-pitched voice,  “Chu! Kawaikute gomen, umarete kichatte gomen~” 

Yoongi can’t help but laugh in shock at the sudden display before he shakes his head in disbelief at his boyfriend's antics. “You’re definitely not sorry for being cute.”