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Yoongi grunts when a weight lands on him, and he shifts, trying to draw his legs up, but the person refuses to move.
“Rise and shine, dummy,” The voice is familiar through the music still playing in his earphones.
“Hyung,” he grumbles, clumsily pulling at the wires. “My legs.”
“Not till you get up.”
“I can’t get up if you’re sitting on them.”
Seokjin laughs, sliding off and Yoongi opens his eyes. Seokjin was sitting in front of him now, on the carpet, gaze soft. Yoongi flinches when Seokjin runs his hand through his hair, and Seokjin’s hand retracts instantly.
“Sorry,” Seokjin murmurs. He sits there quietly, fingers dragging patterns into the floor and Yoongi peers at him. Seokjin’s fringe is still damp, it hangs into his eyes and there’s a bit of redness on the skin below his cheek. A sleeve covered hand rubs at the same spot again and Yoongi frowns.
“You’re gonna make it worse,” Yoongi says, sitting up as he swallows down his own apology. “Just showered?”
“It’s already ten in the morning,” Seokjin says.
"Don't we have a two hour practice at nine?" Yoongi's mind clicks to awake at the sudden realisation.
He scrambles up, grabbing his jacket and his phone and he's at the studio's door almost immediately.
"Hyung?" Yoongi asks, hand pushing the door open and Seokjin blinks at him. "Hyung, now is not the time to be-"
"I begged time for you," Seokjin says, getting up slowly. "You're fine."
"And you?"
"I stayed up last night with the instructor," Seokjin shrugs, taking Yoongi's spot and rubbing at his eyes. "That's why I'm here to wake you up."
"Last night?" Yoongi stares blankly, suddenly remembering how Seokjin shooed them all out first. Yoongi had stood by the door, tugging on his beanie and Seokjin had shot him a small smile before pushing him out. "Wait, you spent the night after practice go on further?"
"I need it," Seokjin says. "Ssaem is giving me the time now to sleep."
"Here?"
"More comfortable, and I can wake you up," Seokjin says, kicking off his shoes. "You should go shower, then go for practice."
Yoongi does, but he leaves his phone in the studio to charge for at least another ten minutes. So that he can tell one of the managers that he needs to run back up for his phone, just so that he can gently turn the knob of the studio door, walk over to the computer to grab his phone, squat down by the couch where Seokjin has fallen asleep and stare for a minute.
It's a bad habit, but Yoongi just pretends that he's checking that Seokjin isn't cold as he slides his fingers under Seokjin's hand, squeezing just barely.
Seokjin's always so warm, warmer now that he has a thick hoodie on. But Seokjin still sniffles in his sleep and Yoongi pulls away.
"You should still use a blanket anyway," Yoongi mutters, aware of the irony. "Make it a habit."
When Yoongi leaves, Seokjin's tucked in carefully with a blanket around him.
~~~
Yoongi thinks his favourite time is mornings.
When he trudges his way back to the dorm, head still throbbing with countless bars of melodies and and beats weaving in and out of each other, Seokjin's mindless humming and kitchen noise soothes.
Seokjin is always up by the time he is home, and Seokjin often already has Yoongi's breakfast out first so that he can sleep in the time it takes for the rest to wake up, shower and eat.
Today is no different.
"Is it good?"
"Always," Yoongi says, chewing and Seokjin hums, pleased.
Seokjin turns to deal with the rest of breakfast, and Yoongi sips at his coffee.
"Hyung," Yoongi says, worrying his lip as he loads the last of his food onto his spoon. "Hyung."
Seokjin turns, hands full and Yoongi gets up, empty bowl and full spoon. "Ah."
Seokjin makes a nosie as he accepts the food when Yoongi guides the spoon towards his mouth.
"Good?" Yoongi grins, meeting Seokjin's widened eyes.
"Yeah," Seokjin says, and Yoongi watches as his eyes trail over his own face. Yoongi swallows, grin falling as he regrets his sudden burst of bravery. He leans around Seokjin, puts his bowl into the sink with a quiet clink. When he starts scrubbing the bowl, he closes his eyes at the exhale of breath that Seokjin softly lets out.
"Thank you for the food, hyung," Yoongi says when he switches off the sink tap.
A warm hand lands on Yoongi's neck, kneading before it falls away, and Yoongi's heart aches a little at the loss of contact.
"Always, Yoongi-ah."
~~~
"You're pretty stupid for a smart person," Hoseok says one day in the booth, as they record Seokjin.
"Who said I'm a smart person?" Yoongi presses on the communication. "Hyung, start from the second last line? Go a little slower, ride the rhythm."
Okay, comes in and Seokjin gives a thumbs up to restart the music.
"You know Seokjin hyung likes you, right?"
Yoongi's hand falters and he ends up deleting the whole of Seokjin's back track.
"Shit," Yoongi brings it back up, realigning it.
"Oh, busted," Hoseok sniggers and Yoongi searches the table for something to throw at him.
Yoongi? Was that okay?
"Yeah, hyung," Yoongi looks up, finally actually stops the recording. He surreptitiously plays it again, just to make sure he got it. "Perfect."
Really? Seokjin's smile is bright through the dark glass that separates them.
"Yeah," Yoongi's small smile has the left corner of his lips tip up, near the brink of a full grin because Seokjin looks really happy.
"I should praise hyung more," Yoongi says absentmindedly to Hoseok as he adds another stream to the song and nudges Hoseok's lyric sheet to him.
"God, you're dumb," Hoseok sighs, standing and Yoongi glares at him. "Love isn't that hard, hyung."
"What do you know," Yoongi calls after him as he exits and Seokjin enters.
Seokjin raises an eyebrow at him, and Yoongi shrugs.
"Did he think I needed to record again?" Seokjin leans his weight onto the table by his arms, looking at the streams he recorded, as if he can tell just from that. "I usually don't get the take right till like the fifth time."
"You were fine, hyung."
"I'm not very consistent, so if Hoseok thinks I sho-"
"Hyung," Yoongi interrupts, ignoring Hoseok's tapping on the mic in an attempt to get his attention. "You were perfect, really."
"As long as you think so," Seokjin says, retreating to the sofa.
"Is that all that matters?" The words slip past Yoongi's restraint. His grip tightens on the computer mouse as he nods at Hoseok instead of looking for Seokjin's reaction, and starts the track.
Just loud enough, above Hoseok's rapping, Seokjin's reply comes through, "A lot of times, yes." Yoongi manages to pretend that he's concentrated on Hoseok's recording until Hoseok is done.
They are done for the day after Hoseok and Yoongi feels unsually tired so they pack up. It is silent in the car. Hoseok purposefully forces Seokjin to sit next to Yoongi, sensing an unfinished conversation that lingers around. Yoongi leans his head against the window, feeling the vibrations pass into his skull and he wonders if it'd shake any sense into his brain.
"That's nice, hyung," Yoongi manages, thinking of Seokjin's words and he can barely think straight because he wasn't expecting that answer. Hoseok looks between Yoongi and Seokjin dubiously, Yoongi pointedly ignoring his gaze.
"On the contrary, Yoongi," Seokjin mumbles, and Yoongi stiffens when he feels a head settle itself on his shoulder. When he has finally gotten the courage to look, having relaxed, Seokjin has already fallen asleep on his shoulder.
Hoseok's sigh is loud in the car.
~~~
Yoongi isn't one for touching. Seokjin is.
So when Yoongi sees the way Taehyung snuggle up to Seokjin on the couch, or the way Jungkook plasters himself to Seokjin's side when he's in one of his usual quiet moods, and sees the way Seokjin welcomes them, a hand running through soft strands of hair or tickling sides; it's normal.
What is not normal is the way Yoongi wants to be whichever member that is under Seokjin's physical affections, the way he desires to feel the warmth of Seokjin's palm against his own, the way he wishes he could inhale the warm sweetness of Seokjin's silly strawberry bodywash.
But when the little flares of angry jealousy comes in, when Seokjin's little smiles and hysterical laughs send his heart fluttering into invariable joy, when Yoongi just needs to be around Seokjin, that's when Yoongi realises how far he has fallen.
He wonders if Seokjin feels as deeply as he does. The fear and anxiety of that thought drives him into the studio, glues him to the chair as he scribbles, cancels and types out a song, something that would belong in a mixtape and not in Bangtan's albums because this one is a little too personal. If he is lucky, it will mark the start of something.
He tricks Seokjin into singing the chorus, saying something about how he plans to have each of Bangtan's vocalist feature in one song in his mixtape. Seokjin of course says yes.
Namjoon asks what is that track, the one sitting on the right hand corner of their desktop away from everything else and Yoongi tells him that he's not allowed to touch it. Tells him that as he opens the file and then saves it with a password. Just in case.
Yoongi chooses another three a.m stint to record his parts of the song. His voice is rough from the lack of sleep and laziness to get more water, but he thinks it sounds good. Sounds like him, raw and open. He finalises it, refines it.
It is a bit of Seokjin and a bit of Yoongi- the melody is gently sweet and decisively simple but not underwhelming, while the underlying beats insistently heavy and the count is more complicated than what Yoongi usually chooses. Simple versus complicated. Yoongi thinks it is a lot like how they have been playing this game.
"Rise and shine, silly head," The voice is familiar through the song he still has playing in his earphones.
“Hyung,” Yoongi mumbles, curling further into his blanket on the couch. He cracks open his eyes, fumbling with his earphones.
Seokjin was sitting in front of him, on the carpet, gaze soft. Yoongi leans into the touch when Seokjin runs his hand through his hair, and Seokjin’s hand freezes for half a beat before he obliges, his lips curled into a smile.
"Come, let me help you with the earpho-"
"Listen to it," Yoongi says, getting a 'huh?', feeling his face heat up uncharacteristically, and he pats around behind him looking for the connected iPod.
He rewinds the song, slides down right between Seokjin's legs and helps Seokjin fit the earphones in. He presses play, and the embarrassment hits him tenfold as he realises what he is actually doing. He shifts, unsure before he just sags, sleep clouding his mind and he rests his head in the junction between Seokjin's neck and shoulder.
It feels nice, to feel the rise and fall of Seokjin's chest as he breathes slowly, carefully listening.
"Is this," Seokjin's voice is a lot clearer when Yoongi's this close. "Yoongi, are you for real?"
"I'm sorry if I'm just dumping my feelings on you like this," Yoongi says against Seokjin's skin, hearing the song continue as the sound leaks from the earphones. "I- I just..."
"I can't believe you tricked me into singing a song that- is this song for me?"
Yoongi nods and Seokjin laughs, leaning back and he shakes Yoongi by the shoulders.
Seokjin sighs, pulling out the earphones. "Trust you to do this."
"Do you like it?" Yoongi rubs at his face with his hands, hides his face in them. What he really means is something he can't say, but Seokjin understands him.
Seokjin's hands slide down his arm to grab his hands, twines their fingers together. When Seokjin finally manages to pry his hands away from his face, Yoongi's smile hurts. He thinks he already knows the answer, but he gets it wrong. Sort of.