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Yoongi still wasn’t exactly sure how this happened.
Then again, he never really knew much of anything. It wasn’t his fault that he had a short attention span and frankly, just didn’t care.
The first few months, he had assumed he was in a coma and just living through some fantasy that his thirsty ass had come up with. He was just now getting to see that wasn’t the case.
Min Yoongi has 6 boyfriends.
Not that he’s a cheater, or anything, because that was wrong. It was fine, because his boyfriends also happened to have boyfriends. Which was confusing. And hot.
They all shared one huge apartment a few blocks away from the nearest university, where the younger five were still having their souls sucked out of them. Which was hilarious, until Seokjin would remind him that Yoongi used to go days without eating and beg for cuddles after every class he took.
Ah, Seokjin. That’s where he was going with this.
He had a big ass apartment and 6 boyfriends, survived college and had a pretty little diploma hanging in their living room, and he made a living giving stressed out businessmen and pretentious hipsters coffee. Which wasn’t bad.
His mother would be proud.
Being proud of his sleeping arrangements would be a stretch though, because he has 6 boyfriends. That he shares an apartment with. An apartment with 3 bedrooms, 2 and a half baths, and a kitchen that deserved to be drooled over. It was nice.
What wasn’t nice, was the last bedroom. Or as Yoongi liked to call it, the Shit Room.
The Shit Room had only a queen, while the other two had kings. The walls were still a gross beige, and the carpets still had stains from the previous tenants. He hated it, he downright refused to sleep in there even when Jungkook was giving him his best puppy face, or when Namjoon looked like he was about to burst that one vein in his neck that throbs when he’s angry. No one even used it for sex, since the other two rooms had kings, and it was mostly for when someone got sick and couldn’t cuddle up with the other 6 in fear of getting them sick when they had college classes.
“Nothing is wrong with that room,” Jimin had cooed one night, running his hands through his hair as they watched some weird drama Hoseok and Taehyung had been babbling about all week. “You’re just being silly, sunshine.” And Yoongi had pouted until Jimin covered his face with wet kisses.
Yoongi had standards you know, even when he was sick.
Which was the root of him being in that damn room anyway.
“Jungkook,” Yoongi whined as the youngest of them had dumped him on the bed. “I don’t want to sleep here.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes, but the fondness he held in them were obvious. “I know, hyung, but we all have class tomorrow and it’s getting too close to midterms for any of us to be sick.”
Yoongi flipped him off from under the scratchy covers he had burrowed under, but he was right. He may be an ass, but he still cared about their educations. Jungkook let out a giggle.
“Where are you sleeping?”
“The couch. Namjoon, Jimin, and Tae are out cold in the blue room and Hoseok is, ah- busy with Seokjin in the yellow room.”
Yoongi opened one eye. His head was pounding and he was close to crying, but he grit his teeth and dealt with it. “Can’t you just shove yourself between Namjoon and Jimin? That’s what I do.”
Jungkook giggled again. “Hyung, I’m not as small as you. Plus they all have classes at eight and I don’t want to disturb them.”
“By ‘them’ do you mean Taehyung?” He may be skinny as shit, but Tae could kick and it hurt.
“Go to sleep, hyung.” And then the door shut, and Yoongi was out.
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Yoongi woke up to a cold, wet rag on his face.
“Sorry, baby.” Seokjin giggled, and the alarm clock by his side said it was around 10:30.
“The boys are in class, and I have to leave for work in like, 20 minutes.” Seokjin worked as a full-time pharmacist and weekends at a quaint bakery by the university. It was endearing. “This should help with your fever. I left water and some Advil on the bedside table. I have pancakes in the warming drawer of the oven, and a change of clothes on the bathroom counter if you manage to take a shower today.”
This is what Yoongi loved most about Seokjin, how he took care of him without babying him.
“Thank you, hyung. Love you.”
Seokjin broke out into a grin and kissed Yoongi’s temple. “Call me if you need anything.”
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Yoongi managed to take a shower, eat some pancakes, throw them up, and take another shower within the next hour.
“Oh, sunshine.” Jimin had crooned, Namjoon and Taehyung on his heels. He helped him clean up the mess he had left on the couch while Tae and Namjoon dug around for nausea medicine.
“You still have a fever, but it’s gone down. The nausea should be gone by tomorrow morning, maybe tonight.” Namjoon had WebMD open on his phone in one hand and a glass of orange juice in the other. He paused to clear his throat as he continued to read, his brow furrowing. “Or you have terminal cancer. Here, drink this.”
“Isn’t drinking orange juice while you’re sick pointless?” Yoongi grumbled, but he chugged it anyway. His throat burned like a bitch.
“You’re pointless.” Taehyung teased, kissing him on the cheek. Yoongi let out a yelp and pushed him away. “Fuck off, you still have class later.”
He heard the front door slam and sat up a little to see who it was. Jimin poked his head in the room, probably sensing his curiosity. “Hoseok.”
Yoongi nodded and shifted back down, hissing as his head throbbed. Taehyung and Namjoon looked at him with worry, but turned around to let him rest. Hoseok was sitting on him the second his eyes closed.
“Yoongi.”
“Hoseok.”
“Need anything?”
“Your sweaty ass away from me.”
Hoseok laughed and took his hand. “I have a lecture in an hour, but I can cuddle with you instead of preparing my notes...”
“Fuck no. Get out, Mr. Business Major. I’m fine.”
Yoongi could tell he was squinting the way he did when he wasn’t fine, because Hoseok sighed. “What hurts?”
“My head. And my throat.” Yoongi relented, and let his eyes slide shut. Hoseok toed off his shoes and curled up next to him, his strong chest warm and solid against his back. He let out a happy sigh.
“Namjoon called your work and let them know you couldn’t come in tonight or tomorrow.”
“Mm.” He’d have to thank him later. Hoseok let out a chuckle.
“Sleep well, Yoongs.”
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When Yoongi woke up a second time, he immediately shot out of bed to take a piss. Once he had finished his business, he brushed his teeth, put on a different pair of sweats, and padded out to the living room.
Namjoon was stretched out on the couch, snoring loudly. Jungkook was curled up on the love seat, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. Some American movie was playing on the TV, and Yoongi went to turn the volume down. It was still light outside. He slowly made his way to the kitchen, picking up the smell of food and quickening his steps.
“If I don’t get food in me right now, someone is getting my foot shoved up their ass.” Yoongi threatened, startling Taehyung, who was perched up on the counter near the fridge, while Seokjin was stirring something in a large pot on the stove. His stomach grumbled.
“Hi baby.” Seokjin replied, unaffected. “Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Feeling better?”
Yoongi nodded and went to lean against Taehyung, who rubbed his hands into his shoulders in some sort of half-assed massage. Normally, he was towering over him without struggle, but up on the counter he was really a giant. It was kind of comforting, not that he would ever say that.
“How was class?”
Taehyung hummed absentmindedly, pushing harder into his shoulders. It made Yoongi groan in appreciation.
“Not bad. Could have been worse. I got some more work, though.”
Taehyung was studying Web Design, and did graphic designs for people who needed them to provide some cash to the household. He was good though, Yoongi had seen him hunched over his laptop, tongue poking out in concentration as he moved pixels around with ease. He heard Seokjin humming some peppy song as the oven went off.
“That’s great.” Yoongi said lamely. Taehyung removed his hands from him to slide off the counter and hug him properly.
“I missed cuddling with you last night.” Tae whined, and Yoongi buried his blush in the younger man’s shoulder and chose not to say anything. Another timer went off.
“Tae, Yoongi, can you go get Jimin? I’ll go get Jungkook and Joonie.”
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Yoongi resented his body for being such an asshole and not letting him eat Seokjin’s food for at least 12 hours. It was unbelievable. Ridiculous. Mutiny. He swore he was going to start taking multivitamins so his shit body wouldn’t betray him like this. Maybe he’d even start going to the gym with Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook.
Not.
“Good?” Seokjin asked, and the remaining five of them groaned at their hyung’s stupid question.
“Of course it’s fucking good, are you broken?” Jungkook snapped, adding a weak hyung when Jin sent him a warning look.
“Amazing, hyung.” Namjoon added, trying to cover Jungkook’s ass. Seokjin broke into a grin. Jungkook’s face started to gain color back, and Yoongi heard himself snort.
They ate in silence for a while, stuffing themselves. It was nice. Yoongi leaned back in his chair and looked at Taehyung, who sent him a boxy smile.
“Where’s Hoseok?” Jimin asked as he started to pick up dishes on the table, taking them to the kitchen.
“Working.” Taehyung answered seamlessly. Hoseok taught dance lessons to seniors every Wednesday and Thursday night. Which was, of course, adorable.
Jimin hummed and Yoongi tensed as there was a sudden stillness in the room. He ignored it and stood up to help Jimin, missing the way Namjoon and Seokjin glared at each other heatedly. Taehyung and Jungkook didn’t.
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They didn’t fight much in their household. There was seven of them. It would be a mess, they would have to pick sides. It would probably tear them apart. Most fights were just small issues, like who’s turn it was to do the dishes, or who got to be player one on Overwatch.
But this was bad. And Yoongi wasn’t one to exaggerate.
He noticed things weren’t right when he was nuzzling with Jimin in the yellow room, and Jungkook slipped behind him, muffling a sob in his shoulder blades. Yoongi turned around so fast he almost got whiplash. He thumbed at the tears running down Jungkook’s face, and kissed his nose as his eyes scrunched up with tears. He wiggled out of Jimin’s arms and sat up, pulling Jungkook out of bed with him and into the connected bathroom. Jimin snored on, turning in his sleep to bury his face in Hoseok’s back, searching for warmth.
As Yoongi locked the door behind them and started the bath (flinching as the water pressure made a loud hum run through the house, and he hoped he didn’t wake up the others), Jungkook let out another sob.
“Jungkook. Kookie.” Yoongi wrapped him in a hug, and rubbed his back as he continued to cry. As he started to quiet down, Yoongi pulled away to turn off the water and work on unbuttoning Jungkook’s shirt.
“What’s wrong?”
Jungkook opened and closed his mouth, his retainer (which he still had to wear at night, god help him) clicking. “Namjoon is sleeping on the couch.”
Yoongi just rose an eyebrow at him. “You slept on the couch last night, baby.”
“Yeah, but-” His eyes filled with tears again. “I was supposed to sleep with Jinnie and him tonight, and Tae is sleeping in the brown room since he has a test tomorrow at 8 and he doesn’t want to wake any of us up, but once Jinnie snuggled up to me, Namjoon jumped out of bed and slammed the door. He’s on the couch, hyung!”
That was news. Namjoon and Seokjin were the building blocks of this whole thing and, essentially, the parents of the group. They were so in love, and this was weird as fuck.
“Why?” Yoongi deadpanned, swallowing down the anxiety bubbling in his stomach to focus on Jungkook.
“I don’t know,” He gasped, letting a few rogue tears fall. “They were glaring at each other after dinner and Tae saw it too, he did-”
“Kook,” Yoongi whispered, lightly caressing the hair on the back of Jungkook’s neck. He was gasping for breath, shaking in fear and it was breaking Yoongi’s heart. “Breathe, okay? And get your clothes off, you’re taking a bath with me.” And that was that.
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The next day, Jungkook and Yoongi woke up in the Shit Room (the brown room, whatever, he didn’t hate it as much anymore), Taehyung’s side of the bed still slightly warm. They had cuddled up with him after their bath, and Jungkook had fallen asleep pretty quickly, but Yoongi barely slept at all. He was happy Namjoon had him take this day off, too. Around one, Seokjin had wandered into their room, probably looking for Jungkook. Yoongi pretended to be asleep and tried not to grimace when Jin gave each of them a kiss on the temple.
He hated not knowing what was going on.
Since Jungkook didn’t have classes today and Yoongi didn’t have to work, he practically guarded him all day from everyone, even Jimin and Hoseok, who had no idea what the deal was.
Seokjin could see right through him.
“Baby,” He tried, and Yoongi held back the gag that built up in his throat. Jungkook was curled into him on the couch, sleeping soundly.
“Yoongi.” Seokjin hissed, and Yoongi kept his eyes on the drama Taehyung had left on.
“Min Yoongi, I know you can hear me, what the hell?”
Yoongi fought against the whimper that wanted to come out. Hoseok was at work, Taehyung was at the campus library, and Namjoon and Jimin were in class. He was practically in this on his own. He grit his teeth.
“You wanna tell me what’s going on with you and Joonie?” It came out shakier than he wanted it to, but he could tell it bothered Seokjin by the way his shoulders tensed. Yoongi used it to his advantage, steeling himself.
“Jungkook and Tae know somethings wrong. He came to me crying last night because Namjoon went to sleep on the couch when you got in bed-” Seokjin opened his mouth to retort, but Yoongi held up a hand. “-and he was shaking so bad I thought he was having a seizure, and I don’t know if Hoseok and Jimin have caught on, but when they do you know Jimin will be in tears, and Hoseok will find a way to blame it on himself, so don’t you dare baby me when everyone I love is hurting or about to be hurt, Kim Seokjin!” Yoongi didn’t know he was crying until he tasted the salt on his lips, Jungkook wasn’t asleep anymore, and he was staring at Yoongi in shock. He didn’t even notice he was awake. Seokjin was staring at Yoongi with a heartbroken look on his face, and his eyes flickered to Jungkook for a moment, as if he was just noticing him as well.
“I-”
“Get out, Seokjin.” Jungkook let out a noise of surprise at his words, and put a warm hand on his arm.
“Yoongi-” Jungkook tried, squeezing his arm.
“Shut up Jungkook. Now get out Seokjin, before I do something I’ll regret.” He was shaking.
Seokjin looked at the two of them, sweeping over them like it was the last time he’d be able to, then turned around. Yoongi closed his eyes and flinched as the door shut gently. Gentle. Just like Seokjin. The sounds of the drama was the only thing between the two until Jungkook took a shuddering breath.
“Hyung.”
“I-I know Kookie.” Yoongi whispered, slowly getting up, wobbling on his legs as he strides to the bathroom closest to him. Jungkook may have said his name, begged him to stay as he walked away, but things were starting to blur and all he could hear was static. As the door locked, he sunk to the ground, crawled to the toilet and threw up. As his head cleared, his senses started coming back to him. He could hear Jungkook sobbing from the other room. He gagged again.