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It’s a little past three in the morning and Yoongi has just chosen to ignore the shitty drama on television in favour of the way Taehyung is pressing wet kisses to the length of his throat when a door slams open, shattering the boys’ illusion of privacy. Tae pulls away from the elder immediately and the low heat in Yoongi’s belly quickly turns into annoyance when Jungkook wheels suddenly around the corner. He looks sleep deprived and frantic all at once and Yoongi knew they should’ve had date night at his place.
“Hyung, I need your help!” he practically shouts as he barrels in. Either unaware or uncaring that he’s interrupting something, he ignores the fact that Tae is still wrapped around Yoongi in an intimate embrace.
“Kid, slow down,” Yoongi tries to placate the youngest. He figures he might as well help the poor kid out, since it doesn’t seem like he’s getting laid anyway. “Which hyung?”
Jungkook just shrugs and throws himself onto a beanbag, papers flying out of his backpack wildly as it hits the carpet with a dull thud, “Either. Both. Both is good,” he huffs, drawing a binder from his bag.
“What do you need help with Kookie?” Taehyung pipes up, his voice rumbling where his chest presses against Yoongi’s back. It tickles and he squirms.
“I’ve got this awful essay due for my English lit class tomorrow and I can’t figure out the right wording. I mean,” the brunet flips through his notes and scowls at a particularly highlighted page. “I know what I want to say, but I just can’t-” he cuts himself off with a load groan. Pulls his open notebook over his face and leaves it there to wallow in his misery.
Taehyung laughs at the younger boy and Yoongi snorts too, but to be honest he feels sort of sorry for the kid; he’d been in that exact position far too many times when he was still in uni.
“What do you need to say, Jungkook?” he pushes and Kookie peers out from behind his book.
“Is there a word that's a mix between angry and sad?” he asks finally and Yoongi stops to think for a moment.
“Malcontented? Desolated? Maybe miserable would work?” Yoongi offers and at the same time, Tae opens his mouth.
“Smad,” he says simply.
Jungkook shifts his gaze from Yoongi to Taehyung’s face over his shoulder and he looks ready to cry. Yoongi turns to stare as well and blinks at him slowly.
“What the fuck?” the mumble leaves his mouth before he even registers it, but he doesn’t regret it.
Taehyung just looks to both sets of respectively confused and irritated eyes and his lip twitches in a smile he’s desperately trying to hide.
“Yoongi-hyung?”
The blonde doesn’t look back, but acknowledges Jungkook nonetheless, “Yes Kookie?”
“Your boyfriend is a fool,” he says. And then he’s gone, rising from the beanbag with his laptop and wandering to his room as Tae shouts in indignation. “Also thank you!”
“No problem,” he calls back easily. He’s still staring at Taehyung, who in turn is gaping at the closing door at the end of the hall. “Come on,” Yoongi bites his lip to hide his smirk, “you had to have seen that one coming.”
Taehyung doesn’t say anything, but looks at down at Yoongi. He looks angry (as angry as Tae can really get with Yoongi, which is probably just mildly annoyed if he's being honest with himself), but he hasn’t unwound himself from their cuddle yet. Yoongi takes that as a good sign and decides to push his luck
He cracks a smile and asks, “What’s wrong, Taetae? Are you smad?”
The pillow that hits him in the face a second later is well deserved, but he laughs anyway.
“I fucking hate you,” Tae giggles and Yoongi shakes his head, presses their foreheads close together.
“Nah,” he says. “You love me,” and kisses him; chases away any remains of a frown.
Taehyung seems to consider this for a moment before he shrugs, “I ain’t even smad.”