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Seokjin's sigh is echoed by Yoongi's, soft and slow in the quiet of their shared apartment.
"God I wish you hadn't got that boyfriend of yours so quick," Yoongi grumbles, voice muffled by the duvet he has pulled up over his eyes as he tries to avoid the sunlight streaming in from the windows. Seokjin considers getting proper curtains for their bedroom. "We could have had this peace and quiet twenty-four seven for at least another year."
"I wish you hadn't gotten that boyfriend of yours either," Seokjin says good-naturedly, throwing one of the many pillows he has on their beds—two singles pushed together—at Yoongi's face.
Yoongi just turns to face Seokjin, the pillow sliding off his face and Seokjin regards him a raised eyebrow.
"Why did we get boyfriends that are no-"
"We're here!" A roar cuts Yoongi off and the plan starts. Seokjin rolls across to bump into Yoongi, and Yoongi lifts the duvet for him.
They both lie there in the semi-dark, trying to quieten their breathing. Yoongi grins at him, his usual stupid face and Seokjin puts a finger to his lips as the bedroom door clicks open.
"Yoongi hyung," A all too familiar whiny voice and Seokjin almost snorts at the amount of affection there is in Hoseok's tone.
"No fair, they are snuggling," Taehyung whines and Yoongi winks at Seokjin before he slings an arm over Seokjin to drag him closer, keeping the motion lazy. "Without us and together."
"Hyung, hyung, hyung," Taehyung chants, bouncing onto the bed and effectively bouncing Seokjin out from under the duvet.
"Goddammit," Yoongi growls, sitting up and glaring at the two youngest. "Can't people get some sleep?"
"Nope," Hoseok says, crawling onto the bed as well. "You're mine, not Jin hyung's. Jin hyung is Taehyung's."
"Hyung, hyung come," Taehyung chirps, already dragging Seokjin out of the door stumbling.
Yoongi sends a strangled 'help me' to Seokjin's helpless glance back before another whine from Hoseok comes.
"Hyung don't you love me?"
"I do, but-" Seokjin grins, turning his attention back to the person who has him by the wrist.
He follows willingly, watching Taehyung put a cap on with one hand, scooping up his phone and wallet with the same hand and with some efficiency slips them into Seokjin's jacket pockets instead as they pass by the jacket stand.
Taehyung starts leading them to the kitchen counter where he finds Seokjin's phone, where Seokjin always puts it.
Seokjin smiles fondly at the hair that flies back and forth when Taehyung glances around, trying to think of anything else they need.
He twists his wrist around, undoing Taehyung's grip but catching his hand with his this time.
Taehyung freezes, turning to look at Seokjin and Seokjin wrinkles his nose at him.
"Hi hyung," Taehyung greets, like he had not been with—dragging—Seokjin the past five minutes. He giggles when Seokjin leans in for a small kiss, leaning away and then grabbing another cap from the shelf to drop onto Seokjin's head. "There."
"Where are we going?"
"Playground," Taehyung says as they walk past the convenience store, Seokjin's jacket hanging over his left arm.
They end up in a restaurant, because "I'm suddenly hungry, hyung."
Seokjin watches Taehyung's reaction as he pours water onto the dried towels, watches how his lips first curve straight up before they part, the sigh of amazement as the small discs expand into towels.
"Have you not seen these before?" Seokjin asks, stretching out his legs under the table. He learnt the benefits of going to floor-seated restaurants when he found out they were Taehyung's favourites.
Taehyung already had his legs stretched out, and he tangles his ankles together with Seokjin's, not even giving the action a second's notice. That's one of the benefits.
"I've never seen them with you," Taehyung says simply.
"Yes you have."
"Nope," Taehyung insists, head shaking and Seokjin tsks when his fringe gets into his eyes. He reaches over, brushes it away.
Taehyung huffs at his fringe, making it into a disarray again. Seokjin readjusts it again.
Throughout the rest of the meal the fringe is messed up then adjusted again, and Seokjin sighs when Taehyung blows at his fringe.
"Taehyung-" Seokjin frowns at, knowing what's up.
"But I miss your touch already." Taehyung says with no embarrassment at all, and Seokjin flushes for him instead. He reaches over to pat the hair back into place, smiling when Taehyung pushes up again his hand like a small kitten.
Seokjin pokes his forehead gently. "Weirdo," he says, picking his spoon back up.
"Love you too, hyung."
When Taehyung finally uses the towels, he looks to Seokjin until the latter notices him.
"I haven't seen it before because you make it magical, hyung." Taehyung gets an unused towel to his face and a shy laugh for his heart.
~~
Contrary to what Yoongi said, the times Seokjin spends with Taehyung is often in silence, or at least soft noise.
Taehyung is humming as he taps away at his laptop. Seokjin sinks down next to him, using his towel to furiously scrub at his wet hair.
Seokjin digs under the couch, pulling out the speakers' control to play music. "Here."
Taehyung takes it away, but doesn't touch anything, hand returning to his keyboard.
"No music?"
"You like quiet," Taehyung says, still typing and Seokjin ruffles his hair.
"But you like noise," Seokjin reasons. "It helps you concentrate."
"Then hyung you talk," Taehyung says, shifting and pushing himself up next to Seokjin. He takes the towel and pats at Seokjin's still damp face before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Seokjin blinks. "Sorry?"
"I wanna listen to you," Taehyung makes himself comfortable, leaning against the armrest and sticking his feet into Seokjin's lap.
Seokjin's lips part, scrambling for something.
"Oh, forgot," Taehyung pretends to pick up a control, scrolling through an imaginary screen. "Let's see, I want to hear... Seokjin hyung's day at his lecture today."
He presses a fake button, jerking his hand at Seokjin.
Seokjin rolls his eyes, slowly starting to pat Taehyung's shin as he starts about how Yoongi had him waiting outside the lecture hall for ten minutes.
Taehyung nods, the sound of his fingers against his keyboard and Seokjin's voice filling the apartment.
It takes about twenty minutes for Seokjin to finish about his day, filled with Seokjin whining about his lecturer's monotonous lecture and disregard for any of their understanding and a lunch that had Seokjin force-feeding Yoongi.
"That's about it, I think," Seokjin runs his fingers through his now partially dry hair.
"Oh?" Taehyung looks up, pouting. "Let's see-"
"Oh, and Namjoon roped me into his year end project," Seokjin continues suddenly, and he halts at Taehyung's wide eyes. "Did you want to say something?"
"No, continue," Taehyung says, smiling sweetly. Seokjin cautiously starts again, smiling back at him.
~~
"So I heard about the Jin-radio," Hoseok says later, when the four of them are together for dinner.
"I heard I got badmouthed," Seokjin hums in response to, giving Yoongi an extra piece of beef.
"Taehyung must have magic," Hoseok says, smile wide. "I have never seen Seokjin hyung talk longer than five minutes."
"You're just too bloody noisy," Yoongi comments.
"Hey!" Hoseok pouts, face contorting oddly and Yoongi stares blankly back at him. "You suck."
"No, hyung, you suck," Taehyung pipes up, ducking when Hoseok swipes at him with his chopsticks.
"I wanna listen to how Taehyung sucks," Hoseok stares expectantly at Seokjin, hand now mock-holding a control much like what Taehyung did earlier.
"No such track exists," Seokjin says easily, earning a pleased hum from Taehyung.
"Then how Yoongi hyung sucks."
"Yoongi sucks bec-"
"YAH."
Hoseok and Taehyung break into laughter, Seokjin accepting a high five from Hoseok and the weight of Taehyung leaning against him as the younger boy laughs so hard he can barely sit straight.
Seokjin enjoys the uproar that colours in the silence that Yoongi and him usually has preserved in their apartment, even if its only for a few hours each day. Glancing at Yoongi, seeing the curved corners of his sly smile—he likes it too.
~~
"You know, I'm glad you have that boyfriend of yours," Seokjin starts, as they lie in the dark at night.
"I was thinking the same thing," Yoongi mumbles sleepily.
"They are a little noisy, okay, obnoxiously," Seokjin corrects at Yoongi's grumble. "But they are good kids."
"I bet Taehyung doesn't seem so much like a kid when he's trying to get under your clothes," Yoongi murmurs, sliding to the edge of his side of the bed to avoid Seokjin's kick.
"Yeah, whatever." Seokjin says, cheeks heating a little at the thought of the way Taehyung fits himself into the circle of his arms, thumbs rubbing small circles on either side of his neck.
"They are a bit of everyday magic, huh."
"Save your lyrical nonsense for the songs, Min Yoongi."
But as Seokjin curls into his blankets, he thinks about it.