"Just one day

If only we can be together"

It was a Sunday morning at the dorm and for a change the boys didn't have any practice or events to attend. With no clouds in the sky, the spring sun was free to shine a comforting light on the walls that bounced off the glass surface of the center table in the living room.

In such a pleasant day one would imagine they'd all be awake, making the most of their day, and indeed, awake they were, but not because of the aforementioned reason (they did like to admire the nice weather and the wonders of nature, but not at ten in the morning, thank you).

Unsurprisingly, after constantly waking up at the dawn of day for weeks on end they got used to the hectic schedule, and it was simply difficult to detach themselves from daily habits. That didn't mean, however, that they didn't mourn over the missed opportunities to use their free time to fully rest and catch on some sleep.

But the day needed to go on, whether they were happy with it or not, and Jin, busy in the kitchen cutting some vegetables for the dish he was preparing for lunch—he rarely had the opportunity to cook these days, busy jumping from interviews to variety shows and to concerts, so a long weekend was just about perfect for him to finally revel in his hobby—, glanced at the clock above the fridge, a severe expression taking over his features as his brows furrowed.

He turned around to adjust the heat of the oven and talked to himself out loud, in a sort of remark to no one in particular, but hoping someone in their dining slash living room would listen to him nonetheless, "Yoongi has been staying longer at the studio these past days. I don't even think he came home last night. Is he working on something?" Jin paused the cutting and took a few steps back from the counter to look out the archway and into the living room, annoyed at the lack of response. "Do you know anything about it, Namjoon?" He punctuated the last word, lips pursing in a tight line.

The man that was sitting on the couch raised his eyes from his phone and stared at the other, an eyebrow slightly raised.

"No, he didn't say anything to me. But you know how he is. We're going to barely see him for a couple of weeks then he'll come back with a half-finished album." Namjoon nonchalantly answered and went back to his phone, not waiting for the worried reply he knew Jin would give him.

From the table where he sat with Jimin and Jungkook, which were curiously staring at each other while listening to the conversation, Taehyung chipped in after catching the worried glint that crossed Jin's eyes, "Don't worry, hyung, Yoongi hyung knows what he's doing, he can take care of himself!" And he gave the oldest a big smile along with a V sign made with his fingers.

Yoongi could take care of himself? Jin scoffed, he doubted that. After having the rapper as a roommate for months he knew how his sleep schedule worked and how sparse were his meals. If Jin had to describe Yoongi's aptitude to take care of himself it would be as the exact opposite of his ability to compose songs, and no one would argue with him on that.

The subject dropped however, no one adding any other insight on Yoongi's absence, and they all went back to minding their own business.

Jin was still in the kitchen, silently mixing chicken and spices in a bowl while surrounded by the comforting sound of water boiling and vegetables cooking in the oven, and with his mind drifting off to Yoongi every few minutes.

As those small noises fell into the house and the scent of a meal being prepared filled the adjacent rooms, the maknaes resumed whatever silly game they were playing before, giggling from time to time when one of them made some dumb mistake.

From a spot on the couch next to Namjoon, who had his eyes fixed on his phone once again, Hoseok was staring at a wall, lost in thoughts.

Staying at the studio for hours on end wasn't a behavior foreign to Yoongi, the difference this time being it's been almost 72 hours and they haven't heard a word from him yet. It was starting to get out of the usual and the members were catching up on it.

Truth be told, Hoseok wasn't all that worried about the rapper, for he had an idea why Yoongi had been pent up in his studio, but maybe he should pay him a visit later, just in case.

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Yoongi was sitting at one of the couches in the living room, phone in hand, watching videos in a low volume—he didn't have his earphones around, so it was best to not disturb the other members that were sleeping—, when Hoseok entered the dorm, probably coming from his studio judging by the lack of sweat on his figure, that otherwise would indicate he had been practicing one of their choreographies instead.

The dancer tittered over to him, plopping down on the couch by his side, head resting on his shoulder, "Hey," he greeted, low but cheerful.

Yoongi looked slightly to the side, finding Hoseok's face only a few centimeters away from his. He didn't blush, they were way past that stage, the younger's presence now being a constant in his life, grounding and safe. But don't get him wrong, his heart still filled with warmth every time Hoseok merely walked into the same room he was in, but that fear of looking like a fool in front of him was long gone. So, instead of trying to hide in embarrassment, Yoongi took in the nice and angular features of his boyfriend and simply smiled in acknowledgment.

"What are you doing?" Hoseok asked after a while, eyes traveling to the screen of Yoongi's phone.

"Just watching some old videos. Jungkookie was really cute back then." Yoongi responded, smiling softly with a fond look in his eyes.

"Only back then?" Hoseok joked, chuckling a little to try to hide the weird atmosphere that had just been created—after all, who would hint at another guy's adorableness in front of their boyfriend, and what sort of boyfriend would make a joke out of it; at best, it most likely meant they trusted each other deeply, no qualms between them—, but soon the sound of his laugher faded away and his expression turned blank again.

Not only back then, but it's different now, is what Yoongi wanted to reply; he didn't. He had been fine just seconds before, being next to Hoseok while still immersed in the video, but after that pointed comment made the other he blushed, feeling self-conscious as shame quickly downed on him, and he feared that trying to explain himself would only cause the intruding emotions to take root deep inside his heart.

Sometimes he forgot how easy it was to get comfortable around Hoseok, who always provided him with some kind of safety and sense of belonging, and he overshared without even realizing it, letting his mouth spill all of his thoughts with no restrains whatsoever and momentarily forgetting that the other may not share the same sentiment as him.

"Sorry. I shouldn't be thinking that someone else is cute when I'm already with you…" He murmured.

Hoseok hummed flatly, Yoongi's muttered words sounding like white noise in his ears. Yoongi's observation of Jungkook from before didn't bother him, which, in itself, should surprise him; cue, it didn't. In similar fashion, the realization of that didn't affect him either, and he pondered if brushing it all off would feel as remorseful and shameful as Yoongi's apology.

"I think he's cute too." He whispered after a while, mouth too close to Yoongi's ear as he intently stared at the elder's phone, where a clip of Jungkook singing kept playing.

Yoongi immediately turned to him, wide eyed, their noses brushing, and he scooted back. It hurt him to think that, but, for that split second, it didn't feel right to be that close to his boyfriend anymore.

Hoseok sighed and wrapped an arm around Yoongi's shoulders, pulling him towards himself. Yoongi was now sitting with his back pressed against Hoseok's chest, and he could feel the soothing beat of the dancer's heart.

Hoseok leaned in and placed a kiss to the crown of his head, "It's okay, hyung, we'll figure this out, together."

Yoongi sighed, relaxing in the embrace. Hummed.

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And pay him a visit he did.

It was just past noon, the sun bright in the sky, still no clouds to be seen, and he contemplated how much better the AC in Yoongi's studio felt when compared to the hot and stuffy weather outside as soon as he set his feet in there.

"I wonder if you came here to actually get some work done or if you're just pretending to work to avoid dealing with something…" Hoseok was standing at the door. As usual he didn't knock and Yoongi hadn't noticed his presence until he talked.

Yoongi took his hands out of the keyboard and swirled around in his chair. He didn't look particularly tired nor stressed, resigned is the word Hoseok would use. Resigned and with an edge of "get on with this already, I'm working here" in his scrunching eyes.

"Why not both, if I can't deal with some personal issue why not focus on the only thing I'm good at." Again, no signs of stress or tiredness in his demeanor, only the bitterness that came from incessantly working his brain to try to find a way out from the predicament he was in.

"Now, now, let's not go there. You and I both know pretty damn well you're good at a lot of things besides making music. In fact, if were talking about composing and producing, I'd dare say you're more like a genius in that aspect..." Hoseok mused. "But like, fixing Namjoon's broken stuff and being sarcastic all the time, you're great at those too. And as a bonus, when you're not doing either of these things, you're really cute as well." Yoongi rolled his eyes and pretended to turn back to his computer. "Actually," Hoseok continued, a hand on his chin, feigning deep thinking, "you look cute even when sassing everyone out." He finished with a grin.

This time Yoongi did turn back to his computer, only more to hide the blush on his cheeks than to indicate to Hoseok that he was done with the conversation.

Hoseok chuckled. Yoongi was so easy to tease, and that, combined with his delicate features, slurred voice and pouty lips made him extremely adorable to his eyes.

Arms closed around Yoongi's sitting frame, hugging him from the sides. Hoseok had walked towards him, cradled him, and was now kissing his neck.

Yoongi's breath hitched for a brief moment before he relaxed and closed his eyes, humming softly as Hoseok's lips caressed his skin.

"You need to relax, hyung, your muscles are too tense. Let me help you with that." Hoseok murmured against his ear, hands moving to massage Yoongi's shoulders.

Hoseok motioned Yoongi to get up and guided him to the gray couch in the corner of the room.

Yoongi just followed, no questions asked and no resistance, limbs turned to mush and eyes half lidded. He gripped Hoseok's arm, a needy sigh leaving his parted lips.

"Please..."

A/N: No yoonseok smut in this chapter, sorry! I really liked how it ended, so I decided to leave it like that, but there will be some in the next chapter. Yay?