ACT II | SCENE VII

❝BREAKFAST❞

HEAD IN HIS hands, yoongi stared blankly at the black marble top of his kitchen island. still in his pyjamas, he had lost track of how long he'd been sitting in his kitchen. he could feel seokjin's eyes boring into his side, but didn't look up, choosing to ignore the man.

a heavy sigh slipped past seokjin's lips after a moment and he unfolded his arms, resting his hands on his hips. "min yoongi," he began evenly. "i told you to stay clueless until i came over. why did you have to go and look?" his footsteps were audible against the white marbled floors as he carefully approached his still dazed friend. "jeongguk called." yoongi responded listlessly. "that daft punk. if i catch him..." seokjin hissed in annoyance.

he stopped next to yoongi, exhaling deeply through his nose when the younger man didn't even react. "yoongi, i need you to snap out of it and have some breakfast." he pushed the bento box he'd brought with him until it was in yoongi's line of sight. "i don't have an appetite." yoongi mumbled in reply.

"i don't care! do you think you can think of any solution on an empty stomach? have you ever seen a computer work without a charged battery?!" seokjin suddenly yelled in exasperation, startling the man.

yoongi stared at him with wide eyes for a moment. "why are you yelling at me? you know i don't like my putting my personal life out there and now there's a huge part of it going around and none of it is even true!" he finally replied, seeming to have been effectively snapped out of his absentmindedness.

seokjin shut his eyes, drawing in a breath to calm himself. his head bobbed in understanding. "true. the last two times you made the news were for the top eligible bachelors list with me and forbes thirty under thirty. this is a massive jump in the opposite direction. i totally understand. but you can't starve yourself over this. at least have breakfast then we can think of how to rectify this mess, okay?"

pressing his lips in a thin line, yoongi nodded his concession. he had just picked up his chopsticks when the sound of the passcode being entered made both him and seokjin look up. the two were silent for a moment before sharing a look.

"it must be that idiot, jeongguk. you eat while i rip him to pieces." seokjin's countenance suddenly darkened, nostrils flaring. "please leave the kid whole, hyung." yoongi drawled tiredly, chewing slowly. "don't worry. he'll be whole again when he meets his maker." seokjin threw over his shoulder as he made his way out of the kitchen.

"hey, jeon jeongguk! you're a dead man! i hope you prayed this morning so heaven can receive your soul!" his loud voice echoed through the large apartment. yoongi let out a sigh, a small smile pulling at one corner of his lips. despite how much of a nag he could be, yoongi couldn't deny that seokjin truly cared about him or that he wouldn't hesitate to jump through fire to protect him. truthfully, it went both ways.

jeongguk's shrieks of terror ripped through the air, mingling with seokjin's myriad of threats and making yoongi pause. "hyung, i still need him alive!" he called out almost nonchalantly. it wasn't as if seokjin would really hurt jeongguk.

the voices became louder and yoongi knew seokjin had finally caught the young man. "hyung, please save me!" jeongguk's pleas reached yoongi before they appeared in the kitchen. glancing up to see that seokjin had his secretary held up by his collar, practically pushing him in the direction he wanted, yoongi rubbed at the skin between his brows.

"you're way past redemption. let me say this in your language clearly so that you understand; your brain needs a software update because whatever is in there is definitely out of date and defunct." the model said through clenched teeth. "don't other people's secretary's handle the media before it gets out of control, instead of giving their bosses anxiety with unexpected news?" he glared. "my secretary isn't like others. that's why i like him." yoongi responded.

jeongguk's face was contorted in a grimace, pleading eyes finding yoongi's. blowing air through pursed lips, yoongi looked at his best and oldest friend. "hyung, please let him go before he passes out. it's not his fault." he interceded.

seokjin looked at yoongi and then at the almost empty plates in front of him. he seemed to contemplate for a second before begrudgingly letting go of jeongguk's collar. the younger man stumbled forward before running to yoongi's side for refuge.

smiling, yoongi patted his shoulder, urging him to take a seat. still eyeing seokjin – who was glaring daggers at him – warily, jeongguk sat down next to his boss turned friend. for good measure, seokjin raised a fist at him threateningly and the youngest of the three scooted closer to yoongi, hiding behind him.

yoongi had to chuckle at the interaction. somehow, being around the two lifted his spirits. they didn't magically make the problem go away but they made him forget about it for a little while.

seokjin took a seat on the other side of the island, fiery eyes still on jeongguk like he had killed a puppy. it seemed as though there was a constant bicker between the two, with seokjin interestingly intimidating jeongguk most of the time.

yoongi couldn't say what it was about the older man that seemed to scare jeongguk, but it was fascinating, nonetheless. especially since seokjin might have been strong was actually quite harmless and jeongguk looked like he could easily beat the model in a fisticuff.

"hyung, stop bullying my secretary with your eyes." yoongi drawled out with a quick roll of his eyes. seokjin finally tore his gaze away from jeongguk to look at him, eyes softening significantly. he sucked in a breath, clapping his hands together. "now that you've been fed, let's try to brainstorm ideas."

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poor jeongguk, seokjin won't ever let him have peace. here's their official introduction into the story. i already love writing the dynamics of their relationship. jeongguk's going through a lot in my— i mean seokjin's hands. please, save him.
also, totally didn't change "stupid punk" to "daft punk" at the last minute just so i could laugh at my own silly joke while hitting the publish button.