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When Yoongi woke up to a call from work letting him know that the building wouldn't be open that day due to an unfortunate plumbing issue because some workers hit the water main doing road work and the whole block was without water, he thought for a minute about going back to sleep, but unfortunately their deadline was close for the final product to be mastered on TXT's debut album. There was no time to take a day off.
He called Seokjin straight away. When he answered, he sounded stressed. "Yoongi, I'm so sorry about the building being closed. I have yelled myself red in the face but apparently not even money can buy faster workers."
Yoongi chuckled. "Yeah, physics don't care about cash, unfortunately," he teased. "I'm actually calling to see if it's cool to work from home. I have a home studio set-up. I could come by and get the hard drives with the recordings and continue fine tuning things here."
"Genius! You have your own studio at home? That's so perfect! I'll get the hard drives and send them over with Namjoon right away!" Seokjin proclaimed, and before Yoongi could even ask, he heard the click of Seokjin hanging up on him.
He looked at his phone. "Well then," he said simply. He let his phone fall to the side on the bed, closing his eyes for a moment since it would be a while before Namjoon got there.
Yoongi's eyes snapped open wide. Namjoon was coming over. "FUCK!" Yoongi shot upright, scaring Tang as he threw the covers off and jumped out of bed. "Sorry Tangie, Daddy's got to clean up!"
Yoongi's apartment wasn't messy by any means, but he didn't have people over. Nobody had ever come over. He threw his hair up into a half-ponytail - it was nearly shoulder length since he hadn't cut it since he had been absorbed in work - to get it out of his face and rushed around with a duster and a hand-held vacuum, trying to make sure his place didn't look like his workaholic ass was never bothered to clean.
After he fluffed the pillows on his sofa - he fucking loved decorative pillows so there were many - he checked the time and saw it had been thirty minutes. He didn't have time to shower, but he had time to shave - he didn't grow much facial hair, but there was some mustache stubble - and put on real clothes at least.
There was a knock on the door just as he pulled the scrunchy out of his hair and let it all fall back into place. He put it around his wrist and went to the door. When he opened it, he was greeted with a bag from the cafe down the street from BigHit at eye-level. He leaned back and saw Namjoon's eyes peeking over the top, and grinned. "Need a hand?" he offered.
"Yes, please," Namjoon said meekly.
Yoongi took the bag from on top of the tray of cups and took it over to his kitchen, setting it on the counter. "Did you plan on an army coming by?" he asked teasingly.
Namjoon set the tray down beside him and smiled sheepishly. "I don't know what you drink or eat, so I got green tea, black tea, a flat white and a caramel latte. Also a croissant, a bagel, a coffee cake muffin, and a chocolate cookie."
Namjoon's thoughtfulness was always something Yoongi loved about him. "Thanks, you didn't have to bring breakfast. That's very kind of you."
"Well, I'm hungry so I figured you might be, too," Namjoon dismissed. "And we are on a deadline, so we have work to do." He looked over at the mini-studio set-up. "You're so you still," he laughed, shaking his head. "Of course you have a studio at home."
Yoongi laughed. "Hey, like you don't probably have a million notebooks all over your place," he said, and Namjoon's little nose scrunch said he hit the nail on the head. "Exactly," he teased. He took the food out of the bag. "Music is in our blood, Joon-ah. I was always the one mixing beats, you were always writing poetry. Artists don't grow out of their passion."
"Very true," Namjoon agreed. "Which drink do you want?"
"One of the coffees," Yoongi said, knowing Namjoon would prefer a tea. He took the cookie and the flat white and saluted Namjoon with the cookie while taking a sip of the coffee. He moaned at the taste. "Man I needed that."
Namjoon's little chuckle as he grabbed the croissant and the black tea was adorable. "If I drink coffee first thing, I get the jitters. I have to eat first."
"It's probably all the energy drinks you drank as a teenager," Yoongi said absently, taking a bite of his cookie. "Fucked up your brain or some shit."
Namjoon gave him a flat look. "Yoongi-hyung, my brain has been fucked up," he joked.
They stood eating their pastries in a companionable silence before Yoongi finished and washed his hands. "Alright," he said, taking his coffee over to the workstation. He booted everything up and turned on the lamp above them so they could see the desk better. "We have three days to perfect these five songs, because marketing told Jin-hyung that it's a bad idea to release the debut single without being completely finished with the album," Yoongi explained. "Mastering will be expensive so we don't want to submit this if there's even a shadow of a doubt the songs aren't perfect."
"Agreed," Namjoon said as he came to join him. "The busted water main could not have been…" Namjoon trailed off and Yoongi hummed curiously to get him to continue. Instead Namjoon cleared his throat. "Uh, why is there a cat with a penis?"
Yoongi paled and jerked around, only to see Tang had his real packer. "Shit! Fuck!" He scurried out of his seat and leapt over the back of the couch to snatch up Tang. "Dude! This dick is expensive!" he chastised, pulling the silicone packer away from his claws to prevent damage. "No!" he said, shaking the packer at Tang. "Bad Tang!" he said, then put him down. He quickly inspected his packer and winced when he saw a claw poke right along one of the veins. He crossed his legs some in phantom pain imagining how that would feel.
"Uh. Oh hello." Yoongi flushed suddenly as he was reminded he was looking at his dick in front of Namjoon. He turned around and saw Tang had leapt into Namjoon's lap and was rubbing against him. Namjoon stroked Tang while glancing over at Yoongi. "He's friendly." He then looked at the dick in Yoongi's hand and blushed, immediately glancing back at the cat. "That's. Um. Very lifelike?" he said awkwardly, as if he wasn't sure what to say.
Yoongi also had no fucking clue how to react and just nodded, looking at it. "Yeah. Uh, this is the- the kind you wear if you want to be able to stand at the urinal or for sex."
There was only a brief awkward silence before Namjoon visibly lost a battle with himself. "Wait so they make functional prosthetic penises for trans men? That's so cool! I thought guys had to have surgery if they wanted one that's functional." He smiled. "It's so awesome how inclusivity engineering has come so far."
For some reason that made the awkwardness dissipate and Yoongi just smiled. "Yeah, I usually wear a cheap one that's basically a better-shaped version of the rolled up socks in your boxers crotch bulge. This one was a lot of money." He grimaced, looking at it again. "Fucking cat scratched my dick."
Namjoon's laughter wasn't awkward or teasing this time, and Yoongi just grinned and shook his head as he took his packer back to his bedroom to put away to clean later after it had been chewed on by his cat. The scratch wasn't noticeable to anybody who wouldn't know it was there, so Yoongi wasn't too bothered about it. It wasn't deep enough to harbor bacteria or anything, just a little claw scratch.
He glanced down and checked to make sure the one he put in his underwear was still there, and thankfully his cat hadn't stolen both his dicks.
When he headed back out, he clapped his hands together and said, "Alright, penises are all in their rightful places, let's get to work."
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Around two or three, Namjoon left to go get them lunch. Yoongi was locked in and almost finished with a final adjustment so he just grunted and pointed at the key by the door. He didn't know how long he was working that Namjoon was gone, but when he finally hit 'save', Yoongi sighed and relaxed, falling back and removing his headphones.
When he opened his eyes to a giant pair of eyes right above his, he screamed in an undignified manner and flailed, tipping his chair over. "FUCK!" he cried, only to have his seat righted by the owner of said eyes. He whipped around and gaped when he saw not just Namjoon, but Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung in his home. Jungkook, who was standing right behind him, was the one with the bug eyes six inches from his face without warning. "Jesus Christ, Namjoon, a little warning would have helped!"
Jungkook smiled and giggled at him. "We called your name four times but you were too focused."
Yoongi got up and came over to the kitchen. "Well hi, coworkers in my apartment," he said pointedly, but nudged Namjoon back to look into the bags. He was starving. "Why are you here?"
When Namjoon spoke from his spot nearly against Yoongi's back and side, Yoongi could feel the vibrations of his voice. "I went to go get food and was talking to them all in our group chat. When Jungkook told me he was with Jimin and Taehyung about to get food themselves, I mentioned getting takeout for us, and they invited themselves over." Yoongi looked up at him and Namjoon shrugged apologetically in a 'what can ya do?' motion.
Yoongi snagged some noodles and chicken and headed to sit on his couch, tugging the coffee table closer with his toes. "It's fine. I finished Cat & Dog for sure, just need your final listen, so I can use a distraction to get out of that song still."
Jungkook flopped onto the cushion on the floor that Yoongi didn't have the heart to tell him was where Tang slept. Tang was on Yoongi's bed, so he didn't think Tang would care Jungkook borrowed it. "So the guys album is almost done?" he asked excitedly. He bounced some. "I love their singing so I can't wait. They're going to be so popular!"
"I've heard that, too," Jimin said, taking a seat in Taehyung's lap in Yoongi's oversized chair across from him. He raised an eyebrow as Taehyung instantly offered Jimin a bite of his own food and Jimin in turn did the same to Taehyung. Yoongi chose not to ask.
Namjoon sat beside Yoongi on the other end of the couch, putting his food on the coffee table, too. "This album is a great album to aim at kids. They're looking to be great for a younger audience, but with music so good everybody can listen to it."
Yoongi nodded. "Yeah," he ate some chicken. "It's relatable, the message the music tells. I mean being queer in your thirties is just as scary as it is in your teen years," he said, only to still. He wasn't sure all of them knew he was queer. He blinked and then remembered who was with him. He chewed again and continued. "If you don't know, I'm queer," he added because these four were definitely not the type to judge him.
"I think we all are," Jimin said, nodding to Jungkook and mouthing 'baby steps'.
Jungkook nodded, wide-eyed and extra young looking. "Even as I near thirty, I discover new things about myself."
Yoongi couldn't help but coo at him. "Awww you're so cute. How the fuck are you not the same age as the kids?" He winked. "Don't worry, it's not a race to a finish line. Just enjoy life and don't fight it."
Jimin perked up. "So the babies music is about being queer?" he asked with big, excited eyes. He beamed. "I love those boys. They are so brave."
Namjoon snorted. "We didn't realize it either. Yoongi wrote the song with them contributing to the lyrics, and then they explained what the horns and wings really are."
Jimin frowned. "What are they about?"
"Penises and labia," Namjoon said flatly, and predictably the other three all burst out laughing, the same way Namjoon and Yoongi had when they found out. "They're brave kids," Namjoon said proudly. "I wish I had that type of bravery growing up."
Yoongi smiled sadly. "Yeah, me, too. But the music these kids are putting out will give kids like us bravery. We didn't have support and encouragement. They are giving that to others." He felt a bit tight in the chest and grinned. "I love those kids, man."
"I love teasing them," Jungkook said deviously. "The little one, Taehyun, he has a crush on me and it's so cute."
"Jungkookie, that's mean!" Taehyung chastised. "He's just a baby gay, you're gonna kill him."
Yoongi snickered. "If Namjoon doesn't kill them first," he said.
Namjoon spluttered, choking on rice. "Whaaa?" He grabbed his drink and afterwards coughed out, "What did I do?"
Yoongi scoffed. "They're hormonal teenagers and you walk around with tight shirts, Namjoon! You have bigger titties than any woman who works at BigHit and wear tight tops."
Namjoon's face was priceless when Jimin offered up, "Yeah, I think Jungkook hit puberty again that day you had on the brown turtleneck-"
"Those fucking turtlenecks," Yoongi spat out, then blushed when he realized. He pushed on. "They show off the whole package, not just the titties. Poor Beomgyu nearly fainted once."
Taehyung tutted. "No, the fitted pants show off his 'package', and that's coming from someone who sees Jimin naked regularly." Yoongi's eyebrows scrunched together at that, but he once again decided to let it slide. They were very weird friends, so he was learning not to question them.
Namjoon sighed heavily. "God I've heard way too much talk about penises for one day, let's please not mention anybody's 'packages'."
Yoongi giggled at that, but dug into his noodles, letting them bicker about inappropriate conversation for mealtimes. He was growing more and more comfortable with accepting that his coworkers were becoming his new friends. He looked at Namjoon's animated hand movements and felt warm, because that honestly included Namjoon. His new friend Namjoon was not the same person as his first husband Namjoon. This Namjoon he was friends with now was a confident, patient, and kind man who was comfortable in his own skin.
Yoongi liked this Namjoon. He liked him a lot.