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When Yoongi got the locks installed in his studio, the boys were all whining about it since it was more security, all black and bulky outside his door.
“May I remind you why I’m getting it in the first place?” The rapper asked, eyes leading their way to the culprit.
Jimin smiled sheepishly, “I-I didn’t mean to interrupt you when you had a good music flow, hyung, I’m sorry, again.”
That’s right. Jimin has just barged in with a “let’s have lunch hyung!” as Yoongi’s fingers finally found the perfect rhythm on his piano, only to stop when the younger had screamed, all thoughts leaving him. The glare he gave the other had him shutting the door before Yoongi could get up from his chair.
Jin tsked, “That’s right guys, privacy’s important,” Then he turned to Yoongi sweetly, “Now, what’s the code Yoongi yah?”
Yoongi burst out into a giggle fit, which got everyone’s attention, “Yeah, right .” He turned to walk away from his newly locked studio, not planning on using it right now since everyone was there.
“What?” Hoseok gasped, “You’re not gonna tell us the code?”
“The whole point I got it was to keep you all away ,” Yoongi laughed, “If you have an emergency then you can ring the bell, but other than that, it’s going to stay locked.” He explained.
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“He’s been there for 3 days now.” Taehyung groaned on the couch.
“I’ve tried ringing the doorbell,” Namjoon rolled his eyes, “But he won’t answer. He won’t even answer his cell phone either.”
Jin sighed worryingly, “He’s got to come home.”
“How?” Jimin pouted, “Thanks to that stupid lock, we can’t get him.”
“I can go,” Jungkook offered, shoving his face with more snacks, “I know the code.” He munched the chips in his hands, filling his cheeks.
“You know the code? You ?” Hoseok stared at him.
Jungkooks eyes widened, realizing what he just said, “Whaaaaat? Me? I don’t know the code.” He waved off.
Jin glared at him, “Jungkook,” He got serious, “If you happen to know the code, I need you to walk out the door and bring Yoongi back, now .” He pointed to the front door.
There was a beat of silence and no one moved. But, slowly, Jungkook put his bowl down on the table and got up from his spot, making his way to the door.
“Wait!” Taehyung called and Jungkook paused with his hand on the doorknob, turning back to the others, “How’d you get the code?”
“Taehyung!” Jin hissed and Jungkook was out before he could answer.
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When Jungkook arrived back home, about 30 minutes later, with Yoongi sleeping on his back, he gave them a small smile. The boys gaped at his success and Taehyung continued to grumble about how unfair it was.
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Taehyung frowned at the number pad in front of him, “What could it be?” He thought, quietly.
“Try his birthday.” Jimin suggested. Taehyung typed in 930309 but the light beeped red. “Try my birthday.”
“Why would it be-“ Hoseok for cut off by the same beep and red light from before after Taehyung had typed 951013. He shook his head at the other two, “Try our anniversary.”
Taehyung typed 130612 but it doesn’t work. “Well, we shouldn’t expect hyung to be all sentimental like that..”
“That’s right,” Hoseok said, “We gotta think more like him. If I was Suga, what would I find important?” He thought.
Taehyung whined, “This is really hard.”
“Oh!” Jimin said excitedly, “Try 123456!”
Hoseok scoffed, “It wouldn’t be that easy.”
“Yeah, Jiminnie, that's something we would have, not hyung.” Taehyung rolled his eyes.
Namjoon and Jin rounded the corner to find the missing three. “We knew you’d be here instead of practicing like the rest of us.” The leader shook his head.
“Haven’t you given up yet?” Jin sighed, impressed that the others hadn’t given up yet.
“It’s not fair,” Taehyung whined, “You guys aren’t even a little upset that Jungkookie knows it and we don’t?”
“Even if we are,” Jin paused, “Which we’re totally not , Yoongi won’t tell us anyways, so stop bothering it.” He smacked Taehyung's hand away from the lock.
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When the boys all returned from Bon Voyage, they were satisfied to have had a vacation. It was fun to travel and get to bond with each other, even Yoongi enjoyed it.
But what he didn’t enjoy was standing in front of his locked studio, leaning against the opposite wall, and pouting profoundly.
“Still don’t remember it?” Namjoon had arrived with him. Yoongi sighed and shook his head. “You know, this wouldn’t happen if you told me the code.” He ruffled Yoongi’s hair.
“Never.” He hissed, “You’re worse than Jimin.”
Namjoon faked an offended gasp and put a hand over his heart. “I am not .”
“You are.” Hoseok teased, coming around the halls corner with the rest of the members. When the two other rappers stared at them with questioning eyes, he explained, “We’re hungry and came to get you guys to go eat.”
“Ah,” Yoongi nodded understandingly, “I can’t.”
“What? Why not?” Taehyung asked.
Yoongi looked to the ground, embarrassed, “I, um, called a locksmith…”
“Really?” Jungkook peered up, “But why? The codes 123456.”
Yoongi suddenly snapped his head up and beamed a smile, “Yes!” He ran to the number pad and pressed it in, getting a green light as a response.
Jimin stepped in front of the group and turned to glare at Hoseok and Taehyung menacingly, as an I told you . “It’s too easy .” He mocked.
But they were too distracted as Yoongi continued imputing in numbers, covering the lock completely.
“What are you doing, hyung?” Namjoon asked, trying to peek around him but Yoongi stopped.
“Changing the code.” He shrugged.
“Oh no, again?!” Hoseok groaned, “We just got it!”
“Which is why I changed it.” He said triumphantly, “Now, let’s go get some lunch.” He passed the group of sad faces, ignoring them, and the way Jungkook was staring at him intently.
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“Yoongi hyung has my phone.” Hoseok whined, throwing the door open as he walked into the room.
“Why?” Namjoon asked, clicking away on his computer.
“I gave it to him to hold when we were getting lunch but now he won’t open his door no matter how many times I ‘ring’ the bell.” He grumbled.
Jungkook, who was hanging out with the leader in his studio, understood the problem. He got up without a word though, and left the room.
Namjoon eyed him go, “Where’s he going?”
Hoseok shrugged, “No clue. Maybe he got tired of me complaining.” He laughed.
Not a minute later, Jungkook returned with Hoseok’s phone in his hand, “Here you go hyung.”
Hoseok grabbed it, “No way… He opened the door for you?!” He asked in surprise.
“Of course not,” Jungkook smiled, “I put in the code and got it without bothering him.”
Namjoon blinked at him, all attention away from his computer screen, “You know the code? Again?”
Jungkook nodded happily, “Mhmm.”
-
“ Kookie ,” Jimin cried that night, “ Please .”
“Sorry, hyung, I can’t.” Jungkook apologized.
“But we won’t tell!” Taehyung assured.
Jungkook shook his head, “You guys will use it and Yoongi hyung will get mad at me for telling.”
Jimin repeated what he had just said but in a mimicking voice. “How’d you even get it anyways?” He grumbled.
Jungkook grinned brightly, “He told me.” He gloated.
“So unfair!” Taehyung said.
“It really is,” Jin entered the room, overhearing their conversations, “I’m his hyung , I should be the one to know it.” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’m the one who spend the most time in his studio,” Hoseok came behind the eldest, “ And I’m his soulmate.” He pouted.
“How come he chose Jungkook to tell.” Taehyung frowned.
“Cause he likes me the best.” Jungkook easily explained, getting a lot of disputes about soulmates and music partners but still, he knew.
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Making sure the hallway was clear and no one had followed him, Jungkook quickly pressed in the code he had memorized and got an approved pass by the green light and soft beep. He slid the door open and shut it behind him.
Yoongi, as always, didn’t spare him a glance, knowing it was him already.
“Hyungie,” Jungkook called out softly, pacing to where he was sitting in his computer chair, “Take a break.”
“Is that all you’re going to say every time you come here?” Yoongi grumbled, not stopping from typing away in his keyboard.
“Well, yeah, what else do you expect?” Jungkook pulled the chair to roll back, away from the computer.
Yoongi groaned, “Remind me why I gave you the code?”
“Because you love me,” Jungkook hummed, smiling wider when Yoongi looked up at him, “And I love you.” He leaned down to press a kiss to his lips.
Yoongi broke into a smile against him, arms coming around Jungkooks shoulder, pulling him more down, kissing him deeper. “Yeah, guess that’s right.” He mumbled.
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Bonus 1~
“Hyung,” Jungkook nuzzled closer to Yoongi, “Hyung, you’re gonna tell me your pass code, right?”
Yoongi, who was trying to rest, had his eyes closed and he was trying his best to ignore the younger because his strong arms were wrapped around him and he felt warm and good . “Now why would I do that?” He mumbled.
“Because,” Jungkook kissed the skin of the side of his neck, “If I know it, then we can spend time together, alone .” He whispered the last part and Yoongi could feel the hickies coming on any moment now.
“You just want to make the others jealous.” Yoongi blew a sigh when Jungkook tentatively licked a spot on him and sucked hardly. Yoongi let out a whimper, still sleepy, but definitely in the mood now.
“They should be, you’re mine .” The younger gripped his hips, pressing him closer, “And with your code, I’ll have you even more to myself.”
Yoongi really had to think about it. The whole reason he got the lock installed in the first place was to keep the others out, even his hyung and music partner. Of course they weren’t going to be totally isolated. He’d open the door for them if he was let doing anything but for the most part, it would stay locked.
But with Jungkook - there was no doubt he would barge in whenever he felt like it if he knew the code. But when was he ever able to deny the maknae?
“It’s 123456.” He said quietly, fingers starting to dig into Jungkooks hair when he suddenly stopped kissing his neck, “What?” He asked.
The younger pulled off of him, lifting himself up a little to be able to meet eyes with Yoongi. “Are you serious?”
Yoongi looked confused, “About what?”
“Is that really your code?” Jungkook cracked a smile.
“Oh,” Yoongi understood, “Yeah. It’s simple because no one would ever expect it from me.”
Jungkook stared at him lovingly, “See, this is why I love you.”
“That’s why?” Yoongi smirked, “Are you sure about that?”
“Okay,” Jungkook matched him, “It might have to do with the fact that you’re the prettiest, smartest person ever.” He leaned down to kiss him.
“ That’s more like it.”
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Bonus 2~
“You seriously want me to tell you again ?” Yoongi groaned, but there was no escaping the death grip Jungkook had on him where he was sitting on the youngers lap.
“Yes, hyung, I do.” Jungkook held him tighter. “You didn’t think I’d give you up that easily, did you?”
Yoongi snorted, “Not giving you the code does not mean you lose me, Kook ah.”
“It does in my heart!” Jungkook whined, “We’re not supposed to keep anything from each other. Well, I know we all lie to each other sometimes… But not you and me!”
Yoongi sighed and pressed back closer, throwing his head on Jungkooks shoulder. “It’s 134340.” He admitted.
“Oh?” Jungkook questioned, “It’s not as easy as the last one.” He noted.
“It was going to be 111111,” He laughed, “But they’ll never get this one either.”
“What’s it mean?” The younger asked.
Yoongi flushed, “I was just reading on our trip… About stuff… Like Pluto..”
“Oh my god,” Jungkook chuckled, “You’re such a dork.” He hugged him closer, if that was even possible, “ My dork.” He put his forehead down against the others shoulder.
Yoongi flushed even more, turning his head to the side to nuzzle closer into Jungkooks hair, appreciating the comfort.