chapter 2

When Jimin had volunteered to bring Yoongi’s bag to him, Jin had gone ahead and sent the younger off. He was hesitant about going himself as recently the relationship between the eldest and the second eldest had been strained with Seokjin not knowing why.

The fact that Jimin had said he would go had secretly relieved him in a way that should have ashamed him, this was his dongsaeng he was relieved about avoiding, the member he was closest too apart from Namjoon.

Jimin going was a good idea though he tried reasoning with himself, the rapper had developed a soft spot for the third youngest and would be more likely to let Jimin in than he would be letting any of the others in, Hoseok might be an exception sometimes when the eldest rapper was in a better mood.

That is why he was surprised when the younger had said that Yoongi had completely ignored him as if he didn’t exist and had shut the door to the studio in his face before he could reach the elder.

He was tempted to go to the second oldest and demand an answer for his rude actions against the younger, but decided to just let it go when he remembered that there were no way that he would be able to enter Genius Lab and actually reprimand the rapper when he didn’t know the password which would allow him access to the room. If he wanted to get into that room, he would have to get into contact with Sejin or one of the other managers.

He knew that the other had been feeling stressed recently for reasons unknown to him, but that was no excuse for his actions against Jimin.

He wanted to help his eldest dongsaeng and get him out of his current state of mind, but since he didn’t know what was wrong, he didn’t know how to help. He had tried to do certain things that he knew the rapper liked, but none of them had worked.

“Guys are you ready to go? Sejin-hyung’s pulled the van up outside, and Taehyung and Jungkook are already seated,” Namjoon said. He had come back to the practice room after getting ahold of their main manager to inform the remaining members.

“Where’s Yoongi-hyung?” When Namjoon had walked back to the practice room to tell everyone that the van was ready to take them home, he had found Taehyung and Jungkook in the hallway, cuddled up in each other’s arms and half asleep. He didn’t want to, but in the end shook both of them until they were mostly conscious and then sent the two on their way to the van.

With two of the members accounted for he had expected to find the last four ones where he left them, but to his confusion only three people were in the practice room.

“Hyung went to the studio again,” Hoseok said, his voice a bit strained. He wasn’t looking at Namjoon, but instead trying to find a way to carry as many bags as possible at one time.

Seokjin saw his dongsaeng’s struggle and took a bag off of each of his arms, so that both of them now had a bag on their back, and a bag on each of their arms. Jimin was still holding Yoongi’s bag.

“How many days is he up on now?” Namjoon asked. His eyebrows had furrowed together at Hoseok’s remark. He already knew how many days it had been, but he needed the others to confirm his belief. He didn’t want to believe it without any sort of affirmation from someone other than himself.

“Three. He’s going to burn himself out if he continues doing this. It’s not healthy,” Seokjin said, the corners of his mouth dragging down into a frown. He turned towards Jimin in his crouched position on the ground and gave the bag on his left arm to the other, adding to the one the younger already had slung over his right shoulder, before turning around to face Namjoon, and motioned for Namjoon to get closer.

“Could you help carry a bag Joon-ah?” He looked at Namjoon as he said this, and nodded his head towards Hoseok, as he saw the other struggling to get up from his crouch. The leader gave a small smile, as he moved to pull a bag off of his same-aged friend’s arm and stuck out his right hand to help pull him up.

Jimin copied Namjoon and helped his eldest hyung up.

In that moment the door to the practice room opened again, and Sejin took a step inside, half of his body inside the room and the other still in the hallway, his hand rested on the door handle.

“Are you ready to go? Taehyung and Jungkook got seated in the van a while ago and dozed off while waiting,” their manager said. He took one look at the young adults standing in the corner of the room and raised an eyebrow. Then he realized there were only four boys, and his face took on a frown.

“Studio?” Sejin asked, giving the four members a knowing look.

They all nodded.

He knew the eldest rapper liked to spend time in his studio, but he could see how the rapper was only wearing himself down more and more each day.

The amount of time he had spent in there during the last two weeks had simply become ridiculous. He wanted nothing more than to ban him from his studio for the next month, but the only one in the company who had the power to do so was Bang PD, and so far, he didn’t know if Bang PD had any knowledge as to what was going on with Yoongi.

It was becoming worrying, not solemnly because of the amount of time he spent in there, but because of the way it affected the rapper. Yoongi would usually go to his studio to relieve stress, but it seemed that going to the studio constantly like he did now, was only stressing the younger man out even more.

The rapper’s eyes had begun to look dull these days, and because he would lock himself in the studio day after day – or rather, night after night – he would forget to eat unless the others would sit him down and watch him, which had led him to lose a surprising amount of weight in a very short amount of time. Whether the weight loss was accidental or not, he didn’t know.

His whole body in general was smaller than ever – which said a lot considering his already smaller than average frame – his cheekbones were getting more prominent, and his jaw sharper.

He constantly seemed to be tired, his movements were slow, and he would miss several steps in the choreography, though nobody ever corrected the rapper, not wanting to put extra weight on the rapper’s already heavily weighed down shoulders.

Sejin sighed to himself, “what am I going to do with that boy,” he mumbled, his nose bridge pinched between his right index finger and thumb. The boy was going to work himself to death if he continued on like this. He had an idea, but he would have to talk to Bang PD first.

“I’m going to talk to Bang PD-nim after I’ve dropped you off. If you’re lucky I’ll be able to clear your schedule for tomorrow,” he told the boys. He hoped he would be able to convince Bang PD about letting the boys off the next day, `cause god knows they need a day off to recuperate, some more than others.

The others shared a look before looking back at their manager, eyes shining with what could only be described as gratefulness and relief.

“But I’ll have to get it through with PD-nim first. I’ll text you later tonight about his answer. I can’t promise you anything, but if it does go through, I want all of you to rest, Yoongi especially, which is why I want you to promise me that if you get tomorrow off, you’ll make sure that Yoongi doesn’t step foot inside his studio. That boy needs to get some food into his body, and some proper sleep. If those bags under his eyes get any bigger, they’ll swallow up his entire face.” He was trying to end on a light note by making a joke that would hopefully help relieve the tension in the room a bit, but the others could read the underlying worry lacing his every word.

“Thank you Sejin-hyung. We’ll do our best to keep him in the dorm,” Namjoon told the elder, his face breaking out into a small smile, which showed off his dimple.

Sejin was of course happy that the boys worked hard, it was what got them so far, but everyone could see that the boys wouldn’t last much longer going on like this, they were all running on empty at this point, and a break – even though it was going to be short – would help them reenergize to a point where Sejin wouldn’t have to worry as much about them collapsing.

“Don’t thank me just yet Namjoon, it’ll have to be approved first,” Sejin said, giving the younger a small smile in return.

Seokjin looked at their manager, and the corners of his mouth went up.

To some people their manager might seem a bit obsessive sometimes or perhaps a bit harsh, but Seokjin along with everyone else knew that Sejin just wanted what was best for them, and they had all realized that over the years. Some of them figured it out sooner than others and would quietly admire their manager when they saw to what lengths he’d go to when it came to helping them.

“Now come on kids, I’ll put in an order for some food to be delivered to your dorm. Just because one of you is a hard-headed workaholic, who likes to ignore human necessities, it doesn’t mean the rest of you should be and do so as well.” Hoseok gave a grateful smile to the manager.

Seokjin put a hand on the leader’s shoulder and gave a small squeeze as a reassurance that everything would turn out okay, though he wasn’t completely sure if it truly was to reassure the rapper or actually meant for himself, but no matter the case Seokjin smiled when he felt his dongsaeng put his own hand of top of his and gently grab it.

Jimin and Hoseok moved towards the door, both boys walking calmly beside each other before a competition about who would reach the van first started out of nowhere, and the two boys started to lightly shove each other with their elbows.

It looked like the two of them were having fun, so the eldest and the leader let them be.

It looked almost comical the way that the two would sway from side to side, as the added weight from the bags would weigh down one side more than the other when one of them were pushed, and they would almost trip over their own feet, making it look like they were drunk off their asses.

None of the two seemed to mind the threat of possible injury though, as both of them had full grown grins plastered onto their faces and were letting out small laughs and giggles every couple of seconds.

Sejin shook his head at the boys’ antics. God, he loved those boys.

Seokjin let out a huff of breath, in an effort to conceal the laugh building up in his stomach.

He was tired, but he would be willing to wait a bit longer if it meant he would get to see his dongsaengs smile more, especially the sunshine duo. If the two self-chosen members of the sunshine duo were happy, it would somehow magically improve the mood of the rest of the members. It was a weird phenomenon but eventually he got used to it, almost expected it, and almost craved it on the days that he or any of the others may have felt low.

Seokjin’s attention was pulled away from the two laughing boys, when he felt the warmth emitting from the leader’s hand leave his shirt clad shoulder and move down his arm in tact with the feeling of Namjoon’s hand snaking down the length of his arm.

The warm hand made direct contact with his skin a bit above his elbow, where his t-shirt’s sleeve ended, making goosebumps rise all over his skin. The hand continued moving down not leaving his skin once, before slipping into his empty awaiting hand, and gently interlocked their fingers.

Seokjin moved his gaze down to their conjoined hands, a small smile adoring his face.

By the time Hoseok and Jimin had left the room, Seokjin’s eyes were still locked on his and Namjoon’s hands, while Namjoon’s eyes had moved to watch his hyung’s face, his eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.

Namjoon moved his free hand up to lightly brush Seokjin’s sweaty hair out of his face, so that he could get a better look at the eyes that were now staring back at him.

Namjoon had been in the act of moving his hand under his hyung’s chin, when a cough sounded through the practice room, and Namjoon and Seokjin were pulled out of their thoughts.

The two quickly stepped back from each other, Namjoon quietly coughed into his hand while covering his reddening face, and Seokjin loosely put the arm which hand had been interlocked with Namjoon’s a second ago around his stomach, while the other hand kept ahold of his bag, and his eyes cast themselves to the ground to avoid eye contact with either of the two males.

“However lovely this is, you’ll have to continue in the dorm. Now come on boys, I’m not going to say it again,” the manager told the flustered boys, and turned around in the doorway before walking calmly down the doorway.

Seokjin was quick to follow while Namjoon stood still until he heard Seokjin’s yell from down the hall, and his motionless form automatically moved to trail after his hyung in a fast pace.

The drive home felt shorter than usual to Seokjin, not that it in reality had been.

He, like the leader seated behind him, had drifted off for minutes at a time several times during the ride, only to jerk to full consciousness when the van would hit a small bump in the road, and then drift off again. All the while the four other boys in the van had sat peacefully passed out in their own seats.

Once arriving at the dorm, Sejin turned around in his seat and looked fondly at the sleeping boys.

Seokjin stirred slightly in his seat, and tiredly blinked his eyes open. With one of his hands he tiredly rubbed at his eyes, removing the sleep from the corners of his eyes.

Seokjin looked to his left when he heard a click.

It would have been pitch black inside the van, if the van’s headlights had been turned off, but since they weren’t they were effectively giving off enough light outside that some of the light could reach inside the van and he was able to see his surroundings, though that still didn’t seem to be enough to stop Seokjin from having to shield his eyes when the lights inside the van suddenly turned on and the offending light temporarily blinded him as his eyes hadn’t been given the time to adjust. Only seconds later several groans were heard from the backseats.

Seems like he wasn’t the only one opposed to the idea of turning on the lights.

A gust of cold wind brushed up Seokjin’s uncovered left arm, and his right one unconsciously went to cover the other.

His eyes – which were still recovering from the temporary bright out – skimmed around for the source of the breeze and stopped on the driver’s side just as the door was shut. He looked outside of the van and was met with the sight of their apartment complex.

The elder was startled when Namjoon spoke up behind him, his voice slightly rough from sleep.

“Taehyung wake up, you can go to sleep later. Come on, I now you’re awake, I’m not going to carry you inside,” Seokjin turned around in his seat to see their leader shaking what people would have thought was a sleeping Taehyung had the corners of the younger’s mouth not been turned up in a small smile, which disrupted the younger’s – surprisingly good – acting.

On the other side of Taehyung Hoseok was slowly waking up, Namjoon’s voice having awoken him from his slumber against the window.

Jimin and Jungkook who were seated in the back hadn’t woken up yet. The maknae, like Hoseok, was resting his head against the window, and Jimin had snuggled up into the warmth of the other, his arms were wrapped loosely around the maknae’s left arm, and his head was resting cutely against the younger’s shoulder, his mouth had seemingly gone into a default pout that the third youngest had been wearing a lot these days.

Seokjin internally cooed at the two boys, but the only visible change to him was the lazy smile that had placed itself onto his face. His dongsaengs didn’t know how much they pulled at his heartstrings just from their small everyday actions, it was kind of scary how much control they had over him without even knowing.

The elder was pulled out of his thoughts, when the door on his side of the car clicked open, his head whipping around to face said door, almost giving himself whiplash in doing so.

His body tensed up and the hairs on his arms raised when the wind laid itself as a cold layer on top of his skin, but slightly relaxed again when he saw that the opener of the door had only been Sejin.

In the middle row Hoseok had returned to full consciousness, his eyes were still half lidded and had sleep in the inner corners, but he was awake nonetheless.

Taehyung had quit his shenanigans some time ago and had pulled on his jacket that he during the ride had draped over himself as a blanket to keep out the cold.

Namjoon who was no longer kept from getting ready himself, was stretching his tall body over the back of his seat and slightly grasping Jungkook’s shoulder, shaking it in his hold to slowly rouse the maknae awake from his brief nap.

By the time the youngest had awoken their manager had moved to Jimin’s side and was shaking the dancer, but Jimin just wafted the manager’s hand away and rubbed his face against his dongsaeng’s bicep, trying to get himself situated comfortably in the younger’s warmth once again.

Jungkook wasn’t having it though and started pushing at Jimin’s head to escape the other, which resulted in Jimin scrounging his face up and mumbling into the maknae’s arm that he wanted ‘five more minutes’.

Sejin, who was exposed to the cold of the outside, didn’t want to wait any longer for the boy to come to, and instead hauled the smaller into his arms. Jimin didn’t move an inch other than curling inwards towards the elder, craving the heat that was radiating off of the bigger body.

In the back seat Jungkook had started to drift off again but jerked awake when he felt himself being pulled in Jimin’s direction as his hyung was pulled away from him. The hands that were once wrapped around the maknae’s arm lost their grip, and the warmth that had been pressed against the younger’s side disappeared as well, leaving Jungkook cold.

Namjoon and Hoseok had after pulling themselves out of the van, followed their manager who had already begun walking towards their front door.

Seokjin had in the meantime moved to help the two youngest out of the van, and with Jungkook and Taehyung each with an arm around his wide shoulders, and with his own arms wrapped firmly around each of the youngers’ waists, he helped the two through their front door which was being held open by a tired Sejin, and dragged them into the living room where he let them slip out of his grip and fall onto the couch, and watched as the two instinctively reached for each other and cuddled, both seeking the warmth radiating off of the other.

He wasn’t expecting the hand that was placed on his shoulder in the following moment, but welcomed it, and unconsciously leaned into the touch of his fellow member, who he had already distinguished as being Namjoon.

The feel of the firm hand had been ingrained into his mind due to the large amount of times it or its twin had been used to make him calm down and feel loved. He relaxed even further when a second hand was placed on his other shoulder, and the taller man began to knead away the tension that had built up over the past couple of days.

“Sejin-hyung just put in the order for food, he says it’s going to be here in half an hour. If we shower in pairs, we should all be able to have washed up and be ready by then. I already sent Jimin and Hoseok off, we’ll go after them, and then Jungkook and Taehyung will go,” Namjoon told the eldest.

Seokjin made a noise signaling that he had heard the younger but otherwise kept quiet, his arms hung loosely by his side and legs were turning into jelly as Namjoon moved his hands down his biceps, giving tiny squeezes to the muscles while he moved down the length of his upper arms.

Namjoon’s hands wrapped themselves around Seokjin’s waist, and the eldest felt as their bodies were pressed closely together, Namjoon’s front fitting perfectly into the natural slope of his back.

He doesn’t know how long they ended up standing there while he was lost in bliss.

He had let his head fall back onto the taller one’s shoulder and closed his eyes, as he was reminded of his own tiredness and abruptly felt sleep pull at him, when all of a sudden, he felt Namjoon’s arms loosen from around his waist.

He could feel as one of the leader’s hands moved further down his body and settled on his hip and could feel how the other snaked up his chest and rubbed at his tense muscles through his shirt, before disappearing and reappearing with a light grip around his wrist.

Before he knew it, he was being pulled towards their bathroom, his eyes were barely open, but he trusted the other to not let him walk into anything, although the man was incredibly accident-prone and was more than likely going to somehow injure one of them.

Surprisingly the two of them got to the bathroom without a single accident.

They had on the way there passed by Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung’s room and saw the two eldest occupants of the room, Hoseok and Jimin, sprawled on top of the rapper’s bed.

Jimin was lying half on top of Hoseo, with one of his legs wrapped around one of the rapper’s, one of his arms were slung over the other’s stomach, and his head lay resting on top of Hoseok’s chest, listening to the calm beat of his hyung’s heart.

The elder of the two where in the meantime running one of his hands through the younger’s wet hair and listening to the small breaths and cute whines escaping from his dongsaeng’s pouting mouth.

Namjoon opened the bathroom door for Seokjin and lead the elder inside.

He steered his hyung over to the toilet and helped him sit down on the closed lid, before proceeded to strip his hyung of all his clothes except for his boxers. The younger suddenly remembered something and walked out of the room in a fast pace, only to return a couple of minutes later – which to Seokjin had felt like seconds – with a fresh pair of t-shirts, shorts, and boxers for them to put on after their shower.

With his hyung already undressed, Namjoon removed his own clothes until he was complete bare, he was fine with not wearing anything himself, but wouldn’t take that choice from his hyung who was barely conscious at the moment.

Sure, he had seen the other *****, as well as the other boys on multiple occasions, whether it was the occasional showering in pairs they did in the past before setting up a partnering system, or other times where he had accidentally caught someone masturbating under or on top of their covers in their room – in hind sight he should probably have knocked on any of those doors before he opened them – so, it wouldn’t be like it would make that much of a difference, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Hyung you can’t sleep now,” Namjoon said, gently shaking the other’s head.

When the other didn’t stir any more than mumble a few intelligible words, the leader decided to just put one of his hyung’s arms around his shoulder, and proceeded to pull the other up so that he could walk the both of them into the shower, where he then sat the elder down on the small stool they kept in there beside the shower supplies, and began washing Seokjin’s hair, upper body and legs, followed by Namjoon washing himself while his hyung sat slumped against the tiled wall.

When he was done, he helped his half-asleep hyung out of the shower and sat him on the close lidded toilet once again, making sure the older wouldn’t fall before he went to retrieve two big towels from the cabinet under the sink.

He quickly, but gently, dried Jin’s hair and body to the best of his ability, as the water from his hyung’s soiled boxers kept running down his legs and ruining his work.

“Jin-hyung could you wake up for the next couple of seconds, so you can put on a new pair of boxers real quick?” Namjoon asked the other man, from his kneeling position in front of his hyung.

“You do it. It’s not like you’ll see anything you haven’t already seen before,” Jin said before yawning, never once opening his eyes to look at the other.

The leader sighed but reached for the boxers on the countertop anyway.

He grabbed the waistband of the wet boxers covering his hyung’s modesty, and pulled them down the first couple of inches, before having to wait for his hyung to lift himself off the toilet, so that he would be able to get them off the rest of the way.

After getting his hyung to move with a small caress to his thigh, he was quick to remove the old boxers and pat down his crotch to soak up most of the water from his skin, and then put the new ones on him as well as dress him in the t-shirt and pair of shorts he had gotten for the older.

With his hyung taken care of he hurriedly dried himself and put his own clean set of clothes on.

Small puddles of water were littering the bathroom floor and Namjoon almost slipped in one of them on his way towards the door, but luckily managed to right himself and Seokjin before they found themselves on the floor.

With the first – and hopefully only – obstacle out of the way, he began making his way towards the living room with the now complete dead weight of his hyung on him. When arriving in said room, he carefully placed the sleeping man on the couch opposite of the one Jungkook and Taehyung were taking up.

Seokjin made no sound when he was put down on the couch, but unconsciously grabbed onto one of the throw pillows and hugged it close to his chest.

Namjoon picked up his phone from the coffee table, where he had put it before going to shower with Jin and saw that only fifteen minutes had gone past. After pocketing his phone, he went to wake Jungkook and Taehyung up from their slumber on the other couch for their turn to wash up.

“Taehyung-ah Jungkookie wake up, you have to go take a shower, dinner’s going to arrive soon.” He tried to shake both of the maknaes, but Jungkook didn’t respond to the physical touch at all, and Taehyung just started to waft the leader’s hand away and told the elder to go away whilst snuggling further into Jungkook’s chest, his right arm which was placed around the youngest’s waist tightened its hold and the maknae was pulled forwards and closer to Taehyung.

“You can sleep after we’ve eaten,” Namjoon told he two, even though he was almost certain that Taehyung was the only one of the two that was semi awake.

”Okay, up you go.”

Namjoon grabbed Taehyung’s right arm, and without thinking the least about being careful of the tired member, pulled the limb off of the sleeping Jungkook and scooped his arms under the second youngest’s armpits before dragging said boy off the couch and onto the floor, where he then left the other to groan in discomfort as he turned around to wake Jungkook up who was whining low in his throat at the loss of warmth.

”Noooo…. Hyung, wanna sleep,” Jungkook whined when Namjoon took ahold of the maknae’s wrists and pulled him up into a sitting position, only to watch the younger fall back into a heap on the couch when he let go of the other’s wrists.

Behind the two of them, Taehyung had crawled his way over to the other couch where Seokjin had fallen asleep and was clutching the pillow in his arms.

Taehyung tiredly removed the throw pillow from his hyung’s grasp and proceeded to fill in the space left by the pillow with his own body. He gave a happy hum, when Seokjin wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer to the eldest’s chest as well as slung one of his legs over Taehyung’s and nuzzled his nose into the crook of the second youngest’s neck, effectively enveloping the younger in the elder’s warmth and the calming sent of vanilla from his shampoo and conditioner.

“Jungkook, it’s your and Taehyung’s turn to shower, the rest of us already did.” But Jungkook didn’t move the slightest from his position.

“Hyung help me here-“ Namjoon started, but cut himself off when he turned around to face his eldest hyung and saw the eldest and Taehyung – whom he’d just woken up – spooning on the opposite couch, both sleeping comfortably and not hearing a word of what Namjoon had said.

“Seriously Jin-hyu-”

“Yoongi-hyung?” It came from behind Namjoon. The leader turned around to look at the maknae and felt his heart clench at the sight of the now awakening, but disoriented, and slightly teary-eyed younger boy.

Jungkook and Yoongi had been spending more time together as of lately, or at least they had until it had stopped abruptly about a week ago when Yoongi started the whole thing of continuously going to his studio after every single practice and not let anybody else in, not even Jungkook whom the other members could see the second oldest had grown indescribably fond of during the time they had spent together in the studio.

The revelation of his hyung no longer wanting his company had hit the maknae hard, as he had steadily become accustomed to being able to go to the eldest rapper if he ever needed someone to talk to about something personal, or if he needed help with anything.

“Hyung will be home soon Kookie-ah, you know how he is with his music,” the leader said as he gently ran his fingers through the maknae’s hair, making sure to scratch at his scalp with his nails. He and the others had found out that the younger one found the small action comforting and could see the immediate calming effect it had on Jungkook when he was going through episodes of being worked up.

“Not like this,” Jungkook said, his speech was a bit slurred as he was still in the process of becoming completely cognizant again.

Namjoon’s fingers immediately halted their movement, and the leader withdrew his hand from the younger’s hair thinking that the maknae wanted him to stop, only to receive a whine from Jungkook when he did so.

“No, didn’t mean that,” the maknae moaned halfheartedly, reaching out with grabby hands towards the hand that had been making him feel good and floaty, until Namjoon seemed to understand and started rubbing his scalp again.

“I miss Yoongi-hyung. Something feels wrong, feels bad, I don’t like it. Hyung, is something wrong with Yoongi-hyung?” Jungkook asked the leader. The maknae’s dazed eyes met with Namjoon’s, and the elder suddenly felt like he had to look away when he was faced with the unmasked vulnerability taking up every part of the other male.

The leader knew that something wasn’t right with his hyung but didn’t know what to do about it. The cycle of endless fatigue the other seemed to be trapped in, his shrinking body and his absent mind.

Namjoon didn’t think that he himself had seen the older rapper eat a single time this whole week, and he hadn’t had the chance to speak to the rapper outside of dance practice, if he was lucky he would sometimes catch the other in the door when the second eldest was on his way out or just coming back from his studio, though only a couple of words would be exchanged in those moments before the elder would once again be gone.

He had already asked Seokjin to help keep an eye out for Yoongi, but as that hadn’t changed much – other than the eldest reporting to him more often that he had managed to make the rapper eat something before the other had left again  – he was about ready to go to management and ask – no, demand – for a break if it would come to it. They were all running on fumes now, the others were good at masking it, but they had lived together for years and he knew all their signs now. He could tell when one of them was close to the edge, and right now one of them was considerably closer to it than the rest.

“I don’t know Jungkookie. But I promise you, I’ll find out what’s wrong, and I’ll fix it.”

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