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"One week!" Namjoon smiled. At his entrance, in such elation, the keys, along with his phone, flew out and slid across the floor with a loud clatter. However, no one paid any attention to their leader's fumbling hands. Everyone was more attentive to the fresh news. "They'll give us a week!"

"Really? that much?" Seokjin questioned. So surprised that he ignored the video game in front of him. He wasn't the only one. Jungkook dropped his phone on the sofa and turned to the leader with bright eyes. 

Namjoon gave a charming smile and nodded. It happened that, after a good few months of hard work, his dongsaengs were at such a point of exhaustion that the outbursts of irritation and stress had become incredibly frequent. To find a peaceful moment in the midst of so much tension was now almost impossible. 

Of course, as considerate as they were, their young members had not said a word to complain, but they had so upset Seokjin's patience that, in the midst of an angry talk with him, Namjoon had decided it was time for a well-deserved rest.

"They're giving me a hard time." His hyung had said, his eyes glazed over. "It's not like them. They're being more difficult than usual." 

"I'll talk to them." 

"No. I've done just that. They're tired, exhausted. Jimin can hardly sleep. Tae always has headaches, and Jungkook seems to be out of energy all the time. I myself can't concentrate like I should. I can't blame them for being tired." 

"I'm sorry, hyung." He told him affectionate, and guilty. For letting his members get so worn out. "You're right. I thought it was just a rough few months, but it's different... We're all tired." 

"And so are you." Seokjin said, reaching out to grab his wrist. "Don't think I don't notice when you come out of your studio so late in the wee hours of the morning. We can't keep doing this to ourselves, Joon-ah." 

The leader nodded, determined to demand as many days off as they could give them. So, early the next morning, Namjoon left the apartment with great determination and a promise to return with good news.

"Really, hyung?" Jungkook questioned, crossing the hallway to reach him. 

Namjoon nodded again with a satisfied smile. Then, Hoseok and his three younger members surrounded him, and Namjoon was the center of a laughing and happy group. 

"Can we go on vacation?" Jimin asked. 

"Hell we can." Yoongi affirmed, encouraged by the good news. "Any place is good if we can sleep more than 6 hours." 

The leader nodded. 

"I've been told we can travel anywhere we want, where would you like to go?" 

What came next was a shower of proposals on where to vacation. Jimin proposed a hotel in a foreign city, Hoseok suggested a forest, and Taehyung settled for any quiet melancholic place. 

"We can go to that island." Seokjin expostulated, thoughtfully. The place was spacious and had been to everyone's liking. "We went there about two years ago. It wasn't crowded, and we can arrange for the company to let us use a fishing boat." 

"I don't know how to fish, but it sounds like a good place to camp." Namjoon said, over the nod of his members. "Okay, then. I'm going to ask them to take us there. Pack up, and sleep, if you can. We'll leave as soon as we're ready." 

"Right now?" 

"Yes." Replied the leader. "Unless you want to stay another day." 

No one wanted to stay another day, so with terrific speed, its members went through the corridors looking for their belongings. 

Night came faster than either of them anticipated. They left the apartment under a sky permeated by darkness. Despite the bags in their eyes, and the noticeable lack of sleep, they all seemed relieved to have a few days to rest.

Most of them had already packed their suitcase in the trunk of the van, while Yoongi was still striding around the house, looking for his headphones and scolding his dongsaengs for taking them without permission. 

"It wasn't us." Jimin said, for the third time, leaning against the door frame. "It's you who always loses them."

"They wouldn't be lost if certain people didn't move them around." 

"By certain people you mean yourself? 

Yoongi shot him a piercing look. Jimin rolled his eyes and turned away. 

"Well, I'm off. We'll wait for you in the van. You go with Tae."  

With that, he turned around. Along with him, the members waited patiently. They had offered help many times, and had been rejected all of them, so they had no choice but to watch everything from their respective seats. 

"How much longer is it going to take?" complained Namjoon. 

"We're going to miss the flight." Jungkook whined.

Seokjin got out of the car to meet his determined dongsaeng. Yoongi was digging through his clothes and drawers, searching. The elder let out a sigh at the sight of him. 

"Yoongi-yah, come on. Put that down. We have to go now." 

"I can't find them."

"We'll buy new ones when we get there." 

Yoongi was not satisfied, he let out a low growl and slammed the drawer. 

"I wanted to hear music on the way."

"Don't slam the furniture." Warned the older one. "You can play your music loud. Or I can lend you mine, but if you stay any longer we're gonna be delayed. Let's go."

The rapper snorted, but did as he was asked, and got up.

"You go with Hoseok." He said. Yoongi nodded and got into the car. Intending to sulk in the backside seat and wait quietly. Taehyung, however, had other plans.

Quite oblivious about the rapper's bad mood, he turned around from his seat so he could chatter about the many activities he wanted to do. 

"... Maybe I can convince the hyungs to let me do it this time, although last time Jin-hyung said the sand was too unstable." He spoke, reasoning aloud about whether or not it was wise to climb one of the island's mountains." Because, technically, climbing is a sport. And Namjoon-hyung always says we should do sport."

"You know climbing is dangerous." Hoseok replied with a laugh, to the silence of the older rapper. "But, there's still a lot of things you can do."

Taehyung nodded with his joy intact. He continued to talk about that and more for the rest of the trip. When they arrived at the airport and when boarding the plane as well. 

Yoongi, meanwhile, slept as much as he could with the eventual noise of his members' chatter.

"I really want to go fishing." Seokjin mentioned, lying back in his seat. "Maybe I'll go tomorrow, what do you say, Yoongi-yah, will you come with me?" 

The rapper let out a low growl, and, without opening his eyes, nodded. 

Hoseok smiled, and said:

"Can I come too?" 

Seokjin agreed, he kept talking about how much he was going to teach him, and bragged about how many fish he had caught. The members were attentive, but Yoongi lost interest and, with a deep sigh, turned in his seat. 

"We'll leave early in the morning." It was the last thing he heard, before nodding and losing himself in his own exhaustion. 

Unfortunately, the trip was so short-lived that he was soon jolted from his sleep by a very excited Hoseok. "We are here." He told him, so Yoongi lazily joined his members for a much-deserved rest.

Their staff helped them settle into a beach cabin. Cozy and with three bedrooms provided for them. So far away from the tourists that everything around them was just quiet and the serene murmur of the waves. 

By the time their staff left, Yoongi was too tired to participate in the discussion about who would sleep with whom. The rapper readily accepted his assigned room and lay down on the mattress as soon as he could. 

But time passed quickly and his rest was interrupted so many times that he gave up trying when the third fit of laughter filled the bedroom. He opened his eyes to find his three maknaes, covered by the sheet on the other bed. Letting out a curse, he sat up.

"Yah! Brats!" The noise ceased and the three troublemakers didn't move. Yoongi frowned. As if that could stop him from seeing them. "One more laugh and I'll drag you out of the cabin. Let's see how you like sleeping outside!" 

Still without a word. The three figures slowly faded back to the bed, whispering something he could no longer hear. Yoongi rolled his eyes and lay back down, but, in the next couple of minutes, a very euphoric Seokjin entered the bedroom and turned on the light

"Yoongi-yah!" He called. The rapper let out a grunt and covered his eyes. "Are you ready?" 

"No." 

"Hyung!" Taehyung's disheveled head peeked out from the sheets. "Are you leaving already?"

Seokjin turned to look at him, startled by the new presence. 

"God, why are you guys still awake?" replied the older one, in a reproachful tone.  

"We're having a sleepover." 

"Right..." 

"Jimin and Jungkook are here too." 

"So I see." 

"We're gonna have sleepovers all week.”

Seokjin didn't reply, turning his attention back to the pouting rapper. "Let's go, Yoongi-yah. We're ready now." 

Yoongi let out a curse under his breath, but stood up. 

"You can't be angry on a fishing day, Yoongi-yah." Seokjin smiled, patting him on the back.

"I'm not angry."

And, certainly, Yoongi wasn't angry. 

But it was 7 a.m, and he hadn't gotten more than a couple of hours of sleep, his dongsaengs were incredibly loud, talking about god knows what all morning, and Yoongi was bitter and very exhausted.

"Are we ready?" Hoseok asked. Yoongi nodded lazily as he adjusted a bandana over his forehead. He yawned and followed his members across the sandy road.

"How far is it?" he asked. 

"Not too far." 

Yoongi sighed. The walk was so slow that he feared they would spend all morning looking for the pier.

They arrived, however, in due time. What they found there was a motorboat, with a stripe of blue painted on top of its pearly hue. Much like the ones Seokjin used on his own. 

"Wah, hyung, it's nice!" Hoseok exclaimed, as he grabbed onto the ledge to pull himself up. His weight made the boat wobble slightly, and made him draw another exclamation from his lips.

"Be careful." 

"Yes, yes. Ah, look, Yoongi-hyung, the equipment is already here!"

Yoongi didn't look impressed. "Obviously." He replied, climbing up behind Seokjin with a bitter gesture. 

The older man gave him a warning glance, which the rapper deliberately ignored. Luckily, Hoseok was oblivious to his asperity and let out a laugh.

"Right." He smiled, taking a seat and grabbing one of the rods. "Hyung, you're gonna have to explain to me how to use one of these, because I have absolutely no idea." 

What came next was a very long and detailed talk about how to properly hold the rod handle, how to position, and how to pull the handle. All conversations that Yoongi was in no mood or willingness to listen to. 

"It's not that hard. You throw it in the water and then spin until the fish is on the deck." He blurted out. Seokjin gave him a long look. As if he was trying to figure out the reason for his bad mood. 

"Just be careful with the fishhook." He said at last. Hoseok nodded. He picked up his own rod and walked over to the side of the boat. "Hey, Yoongi-yah."

"What?" 

"Are you all right?"  

The older rapper shrugged his shoulders. 

"I'm tired." 

"You didn't get any sleep?" 

"Not with those little demons in the same bedroom." 

Seokjin grimaced, but nodded. 

"We can go back to the cabin, if you want. You can get some sleep, and then, we'll go back." 

Yoongi frowned. It was a good proposal, but, somehow, it ended up annoying him even more. He would have wanted to get it minutes earlier, when he was still lying in the comfortable bed, and not there, with the sea breeze hitting his face and the numbing cold running through his body. 

So, he snorted, grumpily: 

"Forget it.” He spoke quietly, but loud enough for Seokjin not to miss it. "I'm fine. Let's get this over with, so we can get back soon."

Seokjin blinked, distressed by the insensitive response. Fishing had been his idea after all. And he couldn't help the pang in his chest. But, with no intention of dejecting his dongsaeng any further, he sketched a forced smile. 

"Good." He said. "Let's go, then." 

Yoongi did not reply, but Hoseok turned to him with his glowing smile. The boy was already sitting with his fishing rod in his hands. 

Seokjin drove them across the ocean and did not stop until he was satisfied with the place. Yoongi thought it was all the same. Hoseok found it impressive that his hyung knew so much about fishing. 

"This is a good place." Said the older one, and turned to them with a smile. 

For the next few minutes, Hoseok and Seokjin settled on the sides of the boat, with their fishing rods. Hoseok was still having trouble casting the hook, and Seokjin turned from time to time to help him with that matter. The older one had already pulled in a good handful of fish, and Hoseok could only marvel at his skill.

"How do you do that?" He asked him, turning to Yoongi. "Hyung, did you see that? Jin-hyung is very good at this." 

Yoongi was sitting on the deck, his feet dangling over the edge. He hadn't felt a single tug on his own hook, and that, along with how dizzy he was starting to feel from the choppiness of the water, was making him feel grumpier. 

"It's just fishing." He replied. "It's not really that important." 

"Well, I haven't caught any yet."

"Maybe it's because you just suck-" 

"Yoongi-yah." Interrupted the older one. There was a warning there, but Yoongi didn't heed it. "Drop the attitude, and move out of there. You might fall down." 

The rapper let out a short snort, absently playing with the string of his rod. The boat was stirring from the sudden violent flow of the water, and deep in his judgment he knew that the wisest thing to do was to obey his hyung. 

But, angry as he was, he could only reply: 

"I'm not having any attitude, and I'm not going to fall down. I'm not stupid." 

"I didn't say that. The tide is dangerous and you can slip."  

"I said it's fine, hyung." 

Seokjin frowned, his eyes darkening. The boy hadn't even put on his life jacket properly, and the boat was already beginning to lurch slightly from all the rushing water. 

"I'm not going to repeat myself again, Yoongi-yah. Move from there, or..." 

"Or what?" 

"Or you're going to fall. And if that happens, I promise you won't sit down for a week!" 

The rapper rolled his eyes, moving only to give his hyung a defiant look. He sat up, however, so abruptly that, another jolt made him stagger and lose his balance. Yoongi opened his eyes wide as his back met the ledge of the boat. He stumbled, and, in the next second, his body was covered with the icy water of the sea.

The unison gasp of his two members went unnoticed as the water deafened his ears. Yoongi kicked furiously, opened his eyes but saw nothing but the agitated water. He succeeded in sticking his head out and screamed desperately for help, but only managed to swallow a good handful of water.

He knew how to swim. He had learned to swim. So why couldn't he move? Why couldn't he breathe? The rapper flailed his arms desperately, frantic to get a breath of air. His heart was pounding against his chest so hard that suddenly the beating was all he could hear. He was losing all hope, when the water stirred again, and then he felt a firm arm around his torso.

"It's me!" It was Seokjin's voice, or so it seemed to him. "Easy now!" Completely terrified, he clung to whomever was there to rescue him.

The older could hear the boy's raspy breathing. Yoongi wrapped his arms around his neck.

"We're gonna sink." He whimpered, his legs still kicking. 

"Calm down." Instructed the older, in a stern voice, without loosening his grip. He began to swim in the direction of the ship. Hoseok reached out from the deck and held out both hands to them. The poor boy looked terrified. "Take Hoseok. Take him."

Yoongi looked up at the ledge where the younger rapper's eager arms were stretched out in his direction. Trembling, he grabbed them and let himself be dragged upwards. 

Jin held him by the back. Fingers girded tightly on the ladder. He reached out to pull the boy onto the deck and climbed up behind. Yoongi took several shaky breaths before turning with frightened eyes to Seokjin.

Quickly, the older one reached out to grab him fiercely by the fabric of his shirt, looking for injuries, or any signs of harm. The rapper was breathing shakily, but beyond that, he was unharmed. 

The older one was flushed. Unconscious about his own fear until he saw it reflected in his dongsaeng's eyes. 

"Hyungs! Are you all right?" Hoseok's voice was drenched with panic. Yoongi nodded, but Seokjin heard it distantly. Flooded in his rising rage.  

Quickly, he reached out to grab the trembling boy in front of him and turned him deftly against his lap. Yoongi gasped, his slippery hands hit the floor and made a wet noise. 

"Hyu..."

"You could have hurt yourself badly." Seokjin said, his voice flat and frightening. Yoongi tried to turn to meet his eyes, but Seokjin's grip was firm. 

Without wasting any more time, Seokjin grabbed a handful of the soaked fabric of his pants and pulled it down. Yoongi's heart skipped a beat and his eyes widened like saucers. 

No, no, no. 

Hoseok was still there. His dongsaengs were still there. Somewhere not so far from them Anyone who was the least bit curious enough to follow the strange noises could see them. 

He tried to stop his hyung by pulling his hands back to protect his skin. Opening his mouth to ask for some consideration. But, in the same instant, Seokjin closed his fingers on one of his wrists and tightened it on his lower back. 

Then, the terrifying sound came. The hand that fell mercilessly on his backside thundered noisily against his pale skin and ached worse than ever.

The rapper sucked in a breath of air as a second blow landed. The fear that had been ruling him immediately was replaced by an even worse embarrassment.

“Ah!" He gasp as another furious blow landed. "Hyung-!"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" 

"Hyung, wait- Ah! W-Wait!" he gasped, his voice trembling. Dismayed when the only response he got was the steady assault of blows on his backside. Seokjin wasn't going to stop. And Yoongi was immediately aware of that. 

His face burning with embarrassment, Yoongi looked up at the perplexed witness. Hoseok was watching everything with wide eyes. Too shocked to pay the slightest consideration to his privacy.

"Hyung, please!" Yoongi demanded, ducking his face. 

"How could you do something so stupid?" Spat Seokjin.

The rapper made no response. His dismay at making such a spectacle was proportional to the growing pain in his backside. He reached out again to stop Seokjin's hand, but the older one pushed him out of the way with a resounding slap. 

"AH!"

"Why didn't you listen to me, Yoongi-yah?" He barked, his heart pounding hard against his chest. . "Why?"

Yoongi groaned. He tried to concentrate on answering, but his embarrassment hurt.

SMACK!  

... Not to mention his backside. 

"I'm sorry." He muttered, though he himself didn't know what good an apology would do him when the damage was already done.

"You could have hurt yourself badly." Seokjin repeated. Yoongi shut his mouth again. The assumption seemed exaggerated to him, but, it was true that his fear had been as well. The event had happened fast, and his hyung must have seen something he was too terrified to notice. 

"I told you if you stood there you were going to fall! I told you it was dangerous!"

"S-Stop it." Yoongi whined. "Not here." 

Seokjin frowned. Why did the brat dare to ask for privacy after nearly scaring them to death?

"If you misbehave in public, I will correct you in public." 

Yoongi shook his head, turning sidelong to Hoseok and then hiding his face again in deep embarrassment. 

"Hyung, n-not h-here." 

Yoongi, particularly, of all his dongsaengs, valued privacy so much that any invasion of it mortified him more than the punishment itself. He wished he could spare the boy the anguish of a public spanking. 

But, at the same time, Yoongi was frightened. The boy had gone into such panic that he required an immediate response. Seokjin needed to get him out of it. Distract him from that growing fear that had permeated them both. Let him know he was no longer in danger. 

"I will respond." He told him,  adjusting his grip. " I will always respond whenever you need me to."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"AH! N-No, hyung!"

"Your dongsaeng should be the least of your worries, considering all the danger you put yourself in."

The rhythmic, wet sounds were the only thing audible from the calm ocean. Hoseok watched everything with a horrified look on his face. Yoongi's backside had already turned a furious shade of red. The rapper looked sore, let out slight moans and kicked more and more.  

He was surprised by his hyung's resistance. He himself would have collapsed in sobs by now and begged for mercy. Yoongi seemed to have no intention of doing anything close to that.

"Think of the danger you've put yourself in. What would have happened if you had drowned? If you reached the engine?"

"Ah!"

 "Why do you insist on disobeying me?" Seokjin scolded. "Why don't you care about your safety?" 

Yoongi arched his back as Seokjin's hand met the sensitive curve below his cheeks. He kicked his legs and let out a growl.

"It's not like that!"

"All day you've been acting like a brat! You haven't listened to me on anything I've told you and look at the consequences!" 

Yoongi shrank back at the use of the nickname usually reserved for the younger ones. Seokjin was definitely dragging him down to his most vulnerable state.  

Shaking his head slightly, Yoongi let out a few choked sounds with his throat that sounded like a denial. And then, he began to cry softly. Still trying to hold it back, and hide it, letting out little hiccups that he soon wasn't able to hold anymore. 

"I'm s-sorry." Yoongi hiccupped, finally breaking into choked sobs. He couldn't remember ever feeling so embarrassed. Falling apart like that in front of his closest partner. All because he hadn't been able to control his temper. "M'm sorry." 

Seokjin didn't slow down, but he didn't scold anymore either. He absently stroked Yoongi's trembling back, and continued. 

"You understand why I'm punishing you, don't you?" 

Yoongi hiccupped before answering:

"I understand." He groaned. "I-I understand, hyung." 

"Tell me why, Yoongi-yah." 

Speaking when his voice was so troubled was difficult. Yoongi tried to take a breath of air, but his hiccups made the labor impossible. 

"Y-You... " He stammered. Seokjin bent down to calm the cough that came next. He lifted the boy in his arms and gently patted his back.

"Breathe. Good... Take your time." 

"I-I disobeyed you, and now you're all soaked, and I ruined your fishing." He cried, rubbing his eyes.

"I don't think you're underst..." 

"You were having so m-much fun, hyung. I'm s-sorry." 

When another burst of choked sobs came, Seokjin hurriedly smoothed his hand over the rapper's skin. 

"Listen, Yoongi-yah. Look at me." Seokjin urged in a stern voice. Yoongi crystallized eyes lifted. "I don't care about my fishing, or being soaked. You have to understand that." 

Yoongi blinked.  

"You got mad right after..." 

"After you fell overboard, yes." Clarified the older one. "I didn't get mad because we ended up soaking wet. I got mad because you put yourself in danger. Because you disobeyed me even when I warned you it was dangerous." 

"I d-didn't think it was dangerous."

"That's the problem, Yoongi-yah. You act deliberately hoping that things simply aren't dangerous, when they are." Seokjin chided. "How do you think I felt when I saw you fall so close to the engine? I thought you were going to hurt yourself. I was really worried." 

Yoongi stared at him. He should not be surprised. What Seokjin had told him was a simple and honest truth. But he always became particularly emotional when it was told so openly.

"I'm sorry." He told him, regretfully. With the image of Seokjin's frightened eyes in his head. The memory crystallized his eyes, and made his lips tremble. "I'm so sorry."  

Seokjin nodded. He was going to stretch the boy across his lap again to finish the punishment, but decided he didn't want to agitate him any further. There, where he was, sitting on his lap, he ran a firm hand over his waist and then used the other to deliver the final blows.

SMACK!  

Yoongi gasped. He hadn't expected any more abuse to his poor, sore backside. Especially not in that position. Quickly, he reached out his hands to cover his skin, but Seokjin bent him further forward and aimed the next blows at his unprotected thighs. 

"AH! No! Sorry, hyung!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

"If something like that happens again, don't doubt that you'll be in the same position again, Yoongi-yah."

"I-I understand!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

Yoongi was trembling. Clinging fiercely to Seokjin's neck, fists wringing the soaked cloth. He gave up pleading and bent down to his hyung's shirt, drenching it with thick tears. The poor boy mumbled his apologies repeatedly. It was clear to Seokjin that he was more than distressed by his actions.

An instinct to soothe his disturbed mood shot up in Seokjin's chest. The older one delivered three final swats, then gave him a firm hug, shushing him slightly, feeling him tremble and shudder as he released the remnants of his anguish.

It took Yoongi a moment to calm his weeping. Seokjin didn't rush him, arranged his clothes, rocked the boy gently and waited. They had plenty of time. And Yoongi's reassurance was worth every minute.

"Hyung" He called, once he calmed down. Seokjin bent down to look at him. His dongsaeng's eyes were glazed and calm. 

"Yes?" 

"We can stay a little while to fish some more." 

It wasn't a question. It was the innocent urge his dongsaeng had to make amends for all the fuss. Seokjin sketched a smile. He would have agreed to serenade the young rapper's grieving heart, but, even if he enjoyed the company of his two members, they were still soaking wet and in need of a change of clothes and some warmth. He hoped the others had lit a fire.

"No, Yoon-ah." Seokjin replied. "We can't stay out in the cold for that long. We might get sick."

"Oh."

"But, we can come tomorrow, or any other day. We have all week for that." 

Yoongi sniffled. 

"I'm sorry I ruined it."

"You didn't ruin anything, so, better stop that thought of yours before I spank it away." 

Yoongi frowned slightly, but said no more. Gently, and, as if fighting against his compulsion to stay there in his hyung's safe arms, he sat up.  

"Thank you, hyung." He muttered.

"I'm going to drive us back, okay?" smiled Seokjin, sitting up as well. The absence of Yoongi's body heat made him feel a blast of cold. Yoongi seemed to feel it too, because he curled up in his own arms and shrank back. 

"Okay." He replied, quietly. Now that he wasn't focused on his own pain, he could put his full attention on that which he had wanted so badly to ignore. 

He looked up shyly at the younger rapper. Hoseok seemed to be expecting just that, because he reached over to put a hand on his shoulder and looked at him sympathetically.

"Are you okay?" he asked, wary. 

"Yeah..." He replied, in a whisper. 

"I was worried." 

"I know." Yoongi rubbed his eyes, over and over, trying to wipe away all traces of tears.  "You shouldn't have seen." Yoongi complained, sniffling. 

Hoseok offered him a guilty smile. Certainly, he should have turned away, used his phone, or, fished for a change. That way he would have avoided witnessing the whole thing, and also spared his hyung the embarrassment.

But there was a certain charm in seeing Yoongi answer for his mischief. It wasn't the pain, for Hoseok would never enjoy his partner's tears. It was the closeness and fragility. How easily he agreed to behave once Seokjin took him in hand. How tightly he would cling to him to hug him and stay there until he was serene and content. 

Yoongi, who was almost always stern and untroubled, also required care and attention. He was also vulnerable when he was made to answer for his careless and dangerous actions. And Hoseok could only take comfort in knowing this. 

"I should have swum all the way back to camp." He joked. Yoongi let out a short laugh and shook his head. 

"No, the water is cold" 

"We're almost there. You can warm up and get something to eat. I'm hungry." 

Yoongi rubbed his eyes again. 

"I just want to get some sleep... my eyes hurt, do I look like I've been crying?" 

Hoseok looked at him. His swollen lips and the tip of his nose were too pink, while his cheeks were all colored crimson, and his eyes slightly puffy and red from all the abuse.

"No" He lied.

"Good, because if Taehyung notices..." 

Hoseok let out a laugh.

Indeed, Taehyung would definitely make noise about something like that. Not that any of them could get mad about it. 

The boy never had bad intentions, but he was incredibly careless and quite capable of asking a freshly punished person if his ass hurt in front of everyone. It became a problem for those more reserved, like Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook, who always tried their best not to make such events more public. 

Naturally, none of them could insult him back, because Taehyung himself was the first to announce his own punishments to get some sympathy from his members. Seokjin could whip him in the middle of the room and Taehyung would be more concerned about asking for help from everyone present than being exposed in that way. The boy really liked to be pitied.

"Don't worry about it." Hoseok replied. "They probably won't even notice."

Yoongi didn't believe it, but nodded anyway. The cold had already started to settle on his skin already, so he wanted to get to the camp to put on warm clothes as soon as possible.

Luckily, it wasn't more than a few minutes before the three of them were already leaving the boat. Yoongi and Seokjin both wrapped in several layers of towels, and Hoseok holding them both by the arm.

"I think the boys will find the story very amusing." Hoseok told him, after a while. "Can I tell them, Hyung?" 

"If you leave out the part where hyung roasts my ass." 

"That's the funniest part! -AH! I'm kidding!" Hoseok groaned, pulling away from Yoongi's vengeful hand. He rubbed his itch and turned to him with an amused gesture. 

"It must be them." Seokjin told them. In the distance, among the palms and bushes, a light shone dimly. “Thank god they lit the campfire." 

"I wonder how."

Seokjin didn't know either, but with the cold, he didn't stay another minute to find out. He took his dongsaengs by the shoulders and they walked back to the camp. 

Taehyung was the first to notice his presence. The boy was sitting on the ground, covered in an oversized hoodie. He turned to them with a sleepy, confused look.

"Hyung?" He spoke, approaching him to help him with the cooler. Frowning slightly as he noticed the nearly empty weight. "Are you guys done so soon? What did you catch?

"We decided to come back earlier." 

"And why are you wet?" Jimin joined in, with the same curious face as his companion. 

"And why does hyung look like he's been crying?"

"And why is he limping?"

"Yah! Don't be nosy." Seokjin scolded. Jimin and Taehyung looked at each other, then looked at Yoongi. The rapper frowned. He hated it when the brats did that. Sharing that mischievous look that screamed loudly, "I know what you're hiding."

However, his dongsaengs were not malicious. They smiled cutely at him and let out an innocent laugh. Needing no further explanation than his embarrassed look.

"Hyung, take off your wet clothes." Jimin told him, grabbing one of the blankets he was sitting on. "You can cover yourself with this while we heat water. I imagine you want to take a shower." 

"Jungkookie made some food for us. Look. Drink it, it will help you warm up." Taehyung added, reaching one of the deep bowls of something that looked like soup and holding it out to him. "Come, sit down."  

Yoongi grimaced.

"I'd better stand." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes." 

The boys again shared a curious look.

"Does it hurt?" Taehyung asked. 

Yoongi blushed. He would have preferred that the whole matter not be broached, but he knew that surely all of his members knew anyway, so with a defeated sigh, he replied:

"Not too much." 

"Are you all right?" 

The rapper bent his gaze down, thoughtfully, looked at them with a half smile and told them: 

" Yes… I'm very well."