Chapter Text
Title: Apologize
Word Count: 479
Yoongi had never wanted to kill a bandmate more than he did right now. Namjoon was staring at him like he had grown a second head and Hobi looked ready to bolt at the first chance given. “You!” Hobi deflates when Yoongi points to Namjoon as the source of his fury. All love that might have been in his voice any other time is seemingly gone as he glares their leader down. “Please explain to me why Minnie is in the studio crying his heart out into Jin’s shoulder refusing to eat lunch and why I shouldn’t murder you for being the cause of it?!”
Hobi’s eyes widen into impossibly large saucers because if there was one thing he had learned since meeting Yoongi there were only two times his Daegu dialect came out and they were when he was talking about Jimin, in any way, and when he was angry and this might be the angriest that he’s seen Yoongi in a while. It took a lot to truly irritate the grumpy rapper with an old man’s soul. Namjoon looks ready to run away from the surprisingly intimidating little blonde haired rapper as he glares down at their younger leader.
“Hyung I Didn’t mean it as a bad thing! Really, I swear! I told Jimin he looked good now that he was gaining a little weight back!”
Yoongi’s glare does not seem to be lessening at all and Hobi’s pretty certain he looks like someone watching a tennis match with the way his eyes are flicking back and forth between the other two members of the rap line.
“You are an in idiot! Go apologize to Jimin right now!”
Hobi cannot really disagree. Namjoon was an idiot. Everyone in their small group (that seemed more like family each passing day) knew Jimin struggled with his body image and had for quite some time since even before joining the company and being thrust into the public eye. Namjoon sighs at this point knowing that there was no arguing with Yoongi when he got like this and he rises from his chair to trek down the hall toward the studio where he’s met with Jin’s harsh glare as the oldest coddles Jimin in his arms.
Jin’s eyes tell him without words that if he doesn’t fix things and make them right that Namjoon would be sleeping on the sofa for the next week if not more for being so stupid. At least it wasn’t like the time he burnt the bottom of Jin’s favorite cooking pan. With careful hands Namjoon pulls Jimin from Jin’s arms and apologizes before hugging the boy and demanding he eat his lunch before he makes himself sick. When Jimin finally picks up his chopsticks and his lunch he curls up next to Yoongi against the wall of the dance studio.
“Thanks hyung.”
“Eat Park Jiminie.”