(yoongi)

Yoongi watched Hoseok for a moment, taking in the light in his eyes, the sweat trickling down his hair to his face and then beginning a hot journey down the muscles his neck. The way his chest rose and fell with every breath he took and Yoongi had to stop himself from thinking about dark, dark thoughts about the younger.

"By the way, why did you look so shocked as the song started playing?" Hoseok asked, innocently munching on his snack unaware of Yoongi's line of thought.

"Its because its my song." Yoongi said offhandedly.

Hoseok laughed not understanding what Yoongi said. "What do you mean your song? I didn't know people could place their rights on random good songs."

"Its good?" Yoongi questioned Hoseok, completely ignoring the former comment.

"Duh. I love the meaning and the way the first rapper, Suga I think his name, raps. Something about his voice is so good." Hoseok said oblivious to Yoongi's slight smirk.

"Really? Go on." Yoongi prodded, liking the effect he had on Hoseok.

"His voice is so husky and the way he raps is so effortless and the way he wrot- why are you smiling like that?" Hoseok cut himself off as he noticed the older's mischievous mile.

Yoongi was about to explain but then Suran came back in.

She walked towards the partially painted wall, sat down and began painting with the paints and brushes that was kept on the far corner of the room, near the mirror and stereo.

"YAH! You have a school in half an hour! Go get ready! You haven't even bathed." Hoseok shouted suddenly making Yoongi jump at the loud voice.

Suran raised a finger to indicate that she would only take a minute, not bothering to turn back.

Hoseok grumbled at the action but didn't say anything.

But Yoongi's face was blank and his mouth agape. That action was so similar to the black haired vixen he knew from before. It brought back painful and happy memories that knocked the breath out of him.

Yoongi tried to block out his memories, but couldn't. So curled into a trembling ball, breathe coming in short pants as he let the memory take him away from reality.

Yoongi was producing again.

He had just gotten up from his sleep, peaceful and refreshed when his doorbell rang. Yoongi frowned to himself as he thought who would be dumb enough to visit him so early the morning.

Yoongi opened the door to find the black haired vixen that made his life living hell and brought light and warmth at the same time. 

He gave her an unimpressed look and shutting the door on her face.

"Yoongi-ah!" Came the indignant cry from beyond the door and Yoongi smirked in satisfaction.

"I'm writing. You are lucky I was awake, or you would be dead by now." Yoongi said loudly enough for the girl outside his apartment to hear as he slowly started to make coffee. Yoongi unconsciously took out a second cup and began making one for her too.

"I know, I know." The girl said tiredly making Yoongi perk up in worry in concern at the resignation in her voice.

"Can I please come in? I bring breakfast!" The girl offered making Yoongi shake his head at the amount of sunshine and rainbows projecting from her voice.

"Besides its not like I don't know that there is a spare key beneath your lame ass flowerpot right? I'm just standing outside cold and lonely just because I respect your personal space." The girl continued making Yoongi chuckle.

Little, bubbly, shy, sly vixen.

"Help yourself in, then." Yoongi said, knowing that he changed the position of the spare key only yesterday and there was no way in hell the girl would find about it.

A frustrated groan confirmed his thoughts as Yoongi waited patiently waited for their coffee to brew before he added the milk and duping an abundance of sugar, smiling to himself.

"Yoongi" The girl chanted. "Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi, MIN YOONGI." She nagged from beyond the door, ringing the doorbell after each chant of his name successfully annoying Yoongi at all the noise she was making so early in the morning.

"Min Suga jjang jjang man bong bong." The voice chanted again.

"NEVERMIND, NEVERMIND." The female voice sang loudly making Yoongi's eye widen in alarm.

"If you are going to crash, THEN ACCELERATE YOU IDIOT." She rapped obnoxiously and Yoongi gave up opening the door knowing that she wouldn't stop until she got what she wanted.And besides he was going to open it sooner or later. Nobody could resist the girl standing outside anyways.

He suddenly found himself stumbling back at the force of the sudden bear hug that was forced upon him. He chuckled and easily lifted her a few inches off the ground as he hugged her back, resting his head on his shoulder.

"You stink." The girl whispered in his arms, still not letting go.

And that earned a pinch in the side from Yoongi. She winced and slapped his arm while pulling back from the hug smiling brightly at him making Yoongi smile as well.

"You never give up do you?" Yoongi said looking into her beautiful eyes.

"It runs in the family." She replied slowly letting herself down from the tight embrace.

"Coffee!" she squealed at the steaming beverage set on the counter top, customized to fit her taste.

Yoongi groaned at the amount of female squeals and noises he had to hear for the next few hours.

He loved her. He really did. But sometimes she was just a pain in his pale ass.

She excitedly bounced around the living room, opening curtains whilst sipping form her coffee, all the while non stop blabbing about her entire week.

Yoongi cursed at the sunlight glaring through his floor length windows.

He cursed at the Gods loudly for making a female race right next to the male race.

"Oh like you are such a gift to humanity." The girl snorted sarcastically, seating herself beside the old brown piano in the corner of Yoongi's living room. She shifted herself as Yoongi sat beside her and took a cigarette out placing it on his lips.

Her eyes flashed in anger but Yoongi didn't look at her.

He needed this now.

He reached for the lighter but it was suddenly snatched out of his hand by the girl beside him.

Yoongi started to protest but stopped himself as she took a marker lying near his piano sheets and began writing something on the lighter.

Y.K.

Yoongi's eyes flicked towards the girls eyes as his heart froze in shock.

They both knew what it meant.

They both had promised to not talk about it again. Then why was she doing this? He wondered as the black haired girl got up, his lighter in her hand and walked towards his guitar placed haphazardly near his bed. She sat down and took the guitar.

She raised one finger in the air even as her back was turned to Yoongi and then began playing a soft tune.

And Yoongi suddenly understood what she meant.

He had also made her a promise to try and not smoke again. And he was breaking it.

He couldn't help but smile softly as she stopped playing and lifted a yellow lollipop into the air.

He could make out far away voices that called out his name in concern. Everything was a blur of running colors swirling over each other and he tried to focus on the the consistent dark orbs through the ever growing avalanche of colors and sensory overload in his sensitive state.

He felt the familiar firm fingers gently comb through his hair and his breathing slowly began slowing down and his heart and trembling limbs soon followed suit. He slowly pulled himself out of the anxiety attack that had pounced upon him unexpected.

This always happened to him when he let his guard down. This is why he never ever let his guard down.

He only noticed his wet cheeks as Hoseok's warm hands gently cupped his face.

"I-I" Yoongi started without knowing he was going to say.

"Shh Hyung." Hoseok said shushing him gently, an understanding look on his face as he kept soothing Yoongi's hair.

God he was such a baby. Why did he always cry in front of the younger?

He focused on the gentle hug that Hoseok had pulled him into, fingers now rubbing soothing circles down his back as dry dobs racked through Yoongi's frame. Yoongi's breathing slowly calmed down as he rested his head tiredly against Hoseok's shoulder.

Suran. Damn it, she must've seen this.

The sudden thought had Yoongi made his heart go into overdrive once again and he startled into sitting position and looking worriedly over Hoseok's shoulder.

Yoongi met Suran's surprisingly empathetic gaze. Her face showed no emotion and yet Yoongi began panicking again thinking of the other girl. He didn't need one more fault on his ever-growing flaw list.

Yoongi didn't realize that his breath was coming in short wheezes and he had difficulty breathing until, Hoseok's panicked eyes were boring into his saying, "Breathe." Over and over again.

Yoongi nodded stiffly still trying to bring his breathing back to normal as Suran quietly left the scene, understanding that she had somehow become a trigger of sorts.

Yoongi felt Hoseok's fingers holding his forehead to his as the younger breathed deeply.

"Breathe with me." Hoseok murmured, his eyes closed as well. Yoongi blocked out of all sounds and focused on the sound of the younger's deep breathing and managed to match his breathing rate and calm himself down.

Hoseok pulled back as soon and settled beside Yoongi as he heard the white haired man relaxing.

"You okay now?" Hoseok asked even though he knew the answer already.

"Yeah." Yoongi said hoarsely. Often after panic attack the elder used to feel sleepy, due to the mental and physical exhaustion he went through, and this time was no exception.

He found himself slowly, curling into Hoseok's side as Hoseok wrapped an arm around him, his eyes dizzy.

"Yoongi," He hard Hoseok starting from a million miles away as he eyes closed on their own, the younger's smell of rain and slight bodily smell of sweat. He smelled like the earth on which Yoongi was so used to sleeping on, the strong rapid thudding of the younger's heart was lullaby to the older as he gently sighed in contentment.

He heard an airy chuckle as he completely dozed off on Hoseok.

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