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Yoongi was watching the television, not really focused on anything that was playing on the screen when he heard the door of the dorm slamming and loud footsteps making their way to the living room. He turned his head enough to see who was this angry to slam doors and throw bags around and was surprised to see Jungkook.
The youngest member of the group was always in good mood – or when he was not, he hid it pretty well – so it was unusual to see him grumpy to the point of almost seeing a dark aura surrounding him.
The rapper turned the television off and got up, following the singer to the room he shared with their leader, absent at that time of the day. It was only Jungkook and him, which the producer was quite happy with. There would be no disturbance to try and get him to talk.
“Jungkook?”
The young male ignored him, rummaging through his things aimlessly, just to not face the elder that was staring at him with concern.
“Jeon Jungkook.”
The voice was stern and it made the dancer stopped in his track. Yoongi watched as he sighed, sitting on his bed heavily, eyes strained on the floor. At least, he got the attention of the younger and it made talking a little bit easier.
“What are you madding at?”
He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. It was easier to see the slight changes in the behavior of Jungkook that way – the twitch of his lips, the way his nose scrunched, the fidgeting of his hands, all signs that something was not right.
“Just a bad day, hyung. Nothing to worry about.”
“But I do worry.” Yoongi said, making his way to the bed and sitting beside the young dancer. “You know you can talk to me, right?”
Jungkook nodded, flexing his fingers a few times before eventually looking at his groupmate. He wrinkled his nose, offering him a pale version of a smile and shrugged, obviously not intent in saying anything that was in his mind.
“You know what you need? Exercising.”
Yoongi smiled his gummiest smile, proud of his suggestion. If he knew what could put his friend in a better mood, it was sports. Namjoon would say it was because of the endorphin the body released during the effort – Yoongi just said that it was because it made Jungkook relax.
“I don’t feel like going out again, hyung.”
Jungkook lied back on the bed, arm covering his eyes and teeth digging in his lower lip. The rapper mimicked his position, turning his head to watch him. He was not ready to give up. He wanted to see the young man smile, even if small, at least once before they got to bed.
“Who said you had to go out? You could do that right here, in your room.”
“But I don’t have my weights.”
Yoongi sighed, starting to get annoyed by the way the other always found a way to push his ideas away. With a groan, he got up from the bed and walked to the door, pausing when a solution occurred to him. It was maybe stupid and maybe the younger would think he was crazy but it was worth the try.
“You could use me.”
That got the whole attention of the singer who sat on the bed, looking at his friend with questions swimming in his brown orbs. His eyes ran over the length of the body of the rapper, seemingly weighting the pros and cons of this suggestion until something clicked in his mind.
“And how do you think we could do that?”
Yoongi suppressed a cry of victory. Finally, Jungkook showed some interest in his offers. If it was not a small victory seeing the mood of the dancer, he did not know what it was.
“I could sit on your back while you do push-ups. Or you could piggy-back me doing squats.”
“Okay. I guess we can try.”
*
“Hyung!” Jungkook shouted, barreling into the dorm and startling up everyone there, “Time to exercise.”
To the surprise of the Bangtan members, Yoongi jumped on his feet with newfound energy and all but ran after their youngest, closing the door of his room behind them.
“Since when Yoongi-hyung loves exercising?”
The guys looked at each other, trying to remember the last time their songwriter went willingly to the gym but could not find a single recollection of such a day.
Meanwhile, in the room of the youngest member, the two men were getting ready. Jungkook had changed into a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt while Yoongi was leaning against the door, waiting for him to be ready.
“I think we should change things a bit.” He started, walking slowly to the boy standing still in the middle of the room, “You’re getting too good at this.”
Jungkook smirked, flexing his arms just so. He was curious about what the rapper was going to suggest next. They had already spiced their sessions with soft kisses every time the singer would complete a round of ten squats or push-ups, what could be the next step?
“Don’t piggy-back me today. We’re going to do it bridal-style.”
The dancer laughed. He should have known Yoongi had something at the back of his mind. He nodded and waited for the rapper to wrap his arms around his neck before sliding a hand under his knees and lifting him up.
“Will I still have my kisses?”
It was the turn of the producer to laugh, pecking the cheek of the younger softly.
“A peck for every ten squats and a kiss for every fifty squats. Deal?”
Jungkook smiled, getting into position. Their private sessions were so much funnier than going to the gym by himself and the rewards were even better. In the end, he did not know who benefited of it the most. One thing was sure, he would trade those sessions for nothing else in the world.
“Focus.”
Yoongi laughed, pressing his lips gently to the side of Jungkook’s face after he counted to ten. He was addicted to the feeling of the arms of the singer around his body, the scent of the male and the softness of his skin. But most of all, he was addicted to their time together, most of it spent in silence and shared kisses.