Yoongi sat next to Jeongguk on the couch while chaos reigned around them.

He could tell something was on his mind, from the way Jeongguk's fingers kept fidgeting with the zipper of his hoodie and his eyes kept darting around the room.

And it might have just been the noise—God knows there was more than enough of it, with Taehyung, Namjoon, Seokjin, and Jimin playing the same game of Monopoly that they'd started four hours ago while Princess and the Pauper played in the background—but there had to be more to it, because this wasn't the normal Awkward In Social Situations Jeongguk. It looked a lot like Pining Jeongguk, based on where his eyes flitted to most of the time.

Hoseok wasn't even playing. He was just watching the movie and occasionally supporting the players.

Yoongi nudged Jeongguk's foot with his own.

"Hey."

"Hyung?"

"Do you need to talk about something?"

Jeongguk's face reddened. "I don't need to talk about Hobi-hyung," he hissed.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Who said anything about Hobi?"

Jeongguk hung his head in defeat, and Yoongi smirked. Triumphant.

"Not. Not here, at least, hyung!" he protested.

So they waited. And these things usually turned into sleepovers (Seokjin's couch was just too comfortable, and he always made breakfast), but Yoongi managed to worm his way out ("I have homework, hyung, and if I don't do it tonight I'll do it tomorrow at four in the morning"). He shot a sharp glance at Jeongguk before leaving, one that said "You better get your ass out of there," and Jeongguk knew better than to ignore that look.

Once he finally found himself free from Seokjin's clutches ("You'll text me when you get home, yeah? Or, wait! Do you need me to walk you home?") he knocked on Yoongi's door. It immediately swung open, and Yoongi had changed into his pajamas.

"Hold on, I need to text Seokjin-hyung," Jeongguk said, pulling out his phone. Yoongi snorted and walked back inside.

When Jeongguk had come inside and made himself comfortable cocooned inside a blanket, Yoongi walked back with a tub of ice cream, which Jeongguk eyed dubiously.

"I didn't break up with anyone, hyung."

"This isn't for you," Yoongi replied. And with that he pulled a spoon out of his pocket and sat next to Jeongguk. "Alright," he mumbled through a mouthful of Phish Food. "Spill. Honestly, get it all out, because I'm getting secondhand angst from you and your could-be-existent love life."

Jeongguk scoffed. "'Could-be'? Hyung, he never even looks my way. Like he'd ever fall for me. He's just," Jeongguk gestured wildly into the air, "brighter than the sun. And I'm too dark."

Jeongguk continued rambling, all the while thinking. The words had been cooped up inside his chest for so long, he hardly needed to monitor them. Of all of their friends, he knew Yoongi would understand; he didn't really want a filter, not now. Not when he could finally tell someone about how much it felt amazing and horrible simultaneously whenever Hoseok was in the same room.

Earlier, he knew he'd been obvious. But he couldn't help himself: Hoseok was just too captivating. And whenever he'd laugh, Jeongguk's eyes couldn't not automatically snap to him. Whenever there was a good part in the movie, Jeongguk, hearing the beautiful, familiar laughter, would look over just in time to catch Hoseok's bright smile. And his chest would hurt, because Hoseok was loud and lovely and everything Jeongguk couldn't have.

"—and whenever he looks at me I feel like someone's just lit my favorite candle but then he looks away and it's the worst feeling, like you know when you're in the shower and someone turns on the sink and uses the warm water so your shower gets really cold really fast? It's like that, and I hate it when he looks away, but I can't really blame him. Ah, hyung, he's just so beautiful. Too beautiful, and I just. Don't know. What to do about it."

And Yoongi just pressed a spoon into Jeongguk's hand, followed by the ice cream, and wiped away the tears that streamed down Jeongguk's face with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Jeongguk." It wasn't going to be followed up by anything, and Jeongguk knew that. Nonetheless, it was nice to know that Yoongi was there, that he wasn't going anywhere.

Comfort wasn't his forte, he knew that. Words were; words spitting nostalgia in the form of fire. Hugs and reassurances were Seokjin's area.

So Yoongi dug his phone out and called Seokjin.

"Yoongi? What's up?" His voice was quiet. Yoongi asked why.

"Oh, the others. They're asleep, so I'm trying not to wake them up. What's going on? Is someone there with you?"

"It's Jeongguk."

And apparently Jeongguk wasn't as subtle with his feelings as he thought (read: at all) because without another word Seokjin hung up and seven minutes later the door opened to reveal the one and only Kim Seokjin. Who immediately dropped his jacket and shoes and sat to Jeongguk's left, gathering the boy into his arms.

"Jeongguk."

The boy in question made a noise into Seokjin's shoulder. Yoongi continued.

"I know I'm not in your situation. But, you know. Jiminie, whenever he smiled at me it made me feel like I was the only one. And then he'd do it to everyone else. You know how he is, trying to make everyone feel special.

"Turns out I was the only one. At least to him. Jeongguk ... I imagine it's hard to believe me when I say this. But Hoseok cares for you. A lot. You make him happy."

"A lot of things make him happy."

"He loves you, Jeonggukie," Seokjin said gently, adjusting his grip on Jeongguk and rubbing circles into his back. "Maybe as much as you love him. Heck, I think even Namjoon's noticed, and you know how he is."

Jeongguk smiled into Seokjin's shirt, and then sat back up. He wiped the tears from his face slowly, sniffling.

He looked at Yoongi, the one person he could trust to be one hundred percent honest.

"You really think so?"

Yoongi nodded. Seokjin smiled beside him. "We know so."