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“Fucking bullshit, a short reply won’t hurt your sore ass”, yoongi hisses in low mutter tired and frustrated as he lets out a shaky exhale reclining back in his beige, leather recliner seat. He crosses his arms behind his back, as he takes a long sip from the Iced americano ordered from Starbucks balancing it on his belly, before tossing the empty plastic across the room in the trash bin. 

He looks around his studio in his seat, exhaustedly rubbing his palm over his face to his head. The room is dimly lit with LED strip lights above, installed obscurely behind the suspended long, rectangular ceiling. The air is scented waftly with a mixture of Oakmoss and Grapefruit, from a low lit lavender colored expensive candle, a gift from one of the famous R&B genre mix Producers from a well known record label in California. 

He places his legs crossed on the table top, carefully making sure that it doesn’t disturb the desktop of his Computer, in which he has to produce and compose beats along with few other producers in an upcoming full album, for a Top solo artist in his company, in Korea, and almost the entire worldwide at the moment. 

For an artist he never got well along with five years. For an artist who, he loathes with all of his soul and body, almost the entirety of the five years he has been working for. 

Specially at the moment, now that he has an urgent project to work on, with no reply from the artist, leaving him no choice but to not proceed further more with the melody’s tempo he is working on. He tilts his head above, to stare at the ceiling, a subconscious pout taking shape of his lips, timidly gritting his teeth, bitter at the thought of just his name, Kim taehyung a.k.a, V. 

V, at least that’s what he prefers to address him formally and informally. He decided on it, few days back when an awkward, embarrassing and almost childish fight broke their little to no relationship they’ve had surprisingly, which remained undisturbed for all these years. Adding fuel to the fire, it took a turn and exploded in their company studio. 

Yoongi is suddenly reminded of the conversation, trying to trace back his thoughts on how it started, with bitter exasperation clouding his thoughts when he hears his phone ringing-

-to see Namjoon on the ringer ID. He lets out a low, soft sigh before attending the call.

“Hyuuuuuuuung, hows it going on?” Namjoon asks, somehow managing to make his voice feel uplifting and energetic despite the fact it sounds ton lower than the lowest key on the keyboard and smoother than any Korea top best class available mangatteoks down the Gangnam street.

Before yoongi joined BIGHIT entertainment to work as a full time producer, Kim Namjoon was the only person he knew besides BANGPD, the ultimate owner of the entertainment. Although Joon and him originally auditioned for being an idol, BangPD had different motives set for them in his mind and somehow convinced Joon to become an executive director on behalf of the company. 

But knowing namjoon, his lingering devoted interests towards writing lyrics, producing beats and composing melodies still remains indestructible. That stands as reason why he still holds title as a lyricist,producer and composer despite the original position he had been offered.

It’s a natural talent that yoongi still praises him for, without a doubt. 

“How do you think it is going on?!” Yoongi replies back, hinting a slight frustration taking over his voice.

“Wha- why, is everything ...alright? See, this is why I repeatedly suggest you at least take a stroll outside now and then, sitting in your own dark cavern won’t help you proceed and keep you alive while making bea-“ namjoon asks, taken aback by hearing yoongi’s voice laced with a thin layer of frustration.

“ No...I didn’t wanna talk about that in the first place. I was going to talk to you about V, an asshole of an artist who replies to important messages and matters almost two days after it is sent. Is this how you manage an artist?- or” yoongi asks, sensing the rise of bitterness overpowering him quickly. 

“Ah ....oh no, no no, not AGAIN...,“ says Joon rubbing at his temple, fully aware and knowing what is coming ahead of him. He grips the entire situation immediately given the past incident that broke out between yoongi and taehyung and quickly prepares to handle the situation smoothly. 

“Hyung, calm down...,What actually happened? I assume ...he didn’t reply to whatever you wanted to speak to him about? And for the sake of tolerance, I beg of you to refrain talking ill about him and respect-“ Joon states, waiting for the second container to explode anytime soon. It was only a matter of time, given the bitter and shady exchanges those two gave each other for the last two weeks.

“RESPECT who?” Yoongi spits out, with full annoyance and anger overpowering him as he remembers what happened when the last argument went down nasty. “As I remember from the last TIME-“ yoongi continues, now the anger and tiredness fully overtaking him, keeping him up on his toes as he moves out of his seat, back to his bed.

“Alright Hyung stop yelling, please. Neither is yelling at me gonna solve whatever happened the last time nor it is going to solve whatever you wanna lash your frustration at whatever is going on right now-“ joon pauses, expecting a meaningless protest back only to meet the other end of the call in silence. Then he proceeds- 

“ -and for all, you wouldn’t be earning this much of lavish payment if not for the only ever solo artist Kim Taehyung in our company.” He continues, before hearing a sharp inhale of breathe on the other end of the line.

“Joonie ah, ....alright,hear me out” yoongi pauses a bit,to take a huge gulp of water and then continues. 

“it’s been a WHOLE forty eight hours since I last messaged him about asking him for details on discussing the tempo of four beats and melodies that I’ve created and even more, he still hasn’t responded to that demo version.3 I sent him asking for a suggestion and interpretation of his own style, at this rate we wouldn’t be able to complete an album within four months...” yoongi replies, sleepiness and exhaustion hitting him at its peak, anger subdued now that Joon found a valid reason to put him in his lane.

“Hyung, you know how he must’ve been tired between wrapping up the last leg of the tour and attending award shows these days, so he must not have had enough time to come up with ideas and inspiration for bea-“ Joon replies in a very calm, monotone.

“-but for forty eight hours?! I’m doubting whether if he even checked my message to listen to whatever I had sent!” Yoongi states in confusion.

“Yes well he did tell us that he listened to you’re mixing the last time I spoke to him. Sorry I didn’t tell you this fact at first. But about the replying part, I will talk to him. I understand the importance of being in a frequent contact with the producers, especially in this album making season, so yes-“ Joon clarifies, making him clear of the situation.

“Exactly! Finally! Ah Yes! I’m counting on your ted talk to him about this as well, make sure you drill this into his head of a-“ yoongi gushes back, slightly satisfied that he wasn’t after all, completely wrong in his opinion. 

“Alright, I get it, language, min pd nim, language!. But you gotta make a deal with me before this.” Joon settles the matter with a plan, for once and all.

“Deal....? What is it?” Yoongi’s asks, suspicions replacing his thoughts as he senses a twist up to no good. Knowing Joon, he consciously stays in his mental guard, ready to shoot down the deal . There’s a reason why BangPD had appointed him as the director of the company, after all.

“I will give him the lecture, ted talks and drill it in his head the important matters to solve at our hands in the moment but at the same time, you have to stop picking up a fight with him, given a chance if you find any. Listen to him more attentively. Respect his opinion as an idol and as an artist. Learn to not ignore him-“ Joon continues, sensing a cut off protest approaching his conversation.

“But-“ yoongi replies, just as Joon predicted he would. 

“-Hyung pause please, i didn’t finish it yet. Tolerate and respect him for an artist he is yes and most importantly, always be in contact with him, even if it bites your sour ass” Joon pauses, taking a moment to list down any other rules so that it gets covered in the deal. This is a golden opportunity and he won’t be letting this slide so easily. 

“......” Joon hears nothing but solemn silence from the other end of the line. Then he continues-

“-and one more thing, Hyung.” Joon pauses to make sure he get a response back from yoongi.

“Yeah?” Yoongi Shortly asks, his stomach already churning contemplating whether he will be able to keep up the deal, at least until so far as what he has stated.

“Since there are few additional infrastructure changes in our company taking place right now, especially now that the studios division are being altered, Bangpd told me to convey this message to you.” Namjoon smoothly lies, while jotting it down on a sticky note to let bangpd know his secret agenda later. 

“And what is it..?” Yoongi asks back.

“We might need to look up for a temporary studio replacement if we must have the album making process proceed smooth and efficient. So like we did it the last time, will you be okay with working it out in your house studio? We also have decided to alternate houses time to time as it depends, in any BIGHIT producer’s house. Even adora agreed to do this. So, are you okay with it?” Namjoon lies again smoothly, making sure to note it as lie no.2 and let adora know about it too.

“Adora agreed? I’m surprised. Yeah well, okay, I don’t mind it at all. Unless Kim taehyung-“ yoongi rather spoke to himself than namjoon.

“HYUNG NOT AGAIN!-” namjoon states, now fully exasperated.

“Alright, alright, I agreed to the deal, I get it.” Yoongi chuckles slightly, shutting it now that he has no choice but to remain quiet on it.

“So Deal?” Namjoon asks again once more, on the pacts they made for themselves.

“Deal.” Yoongi accepts.

“Ah Times up. Goodnight Hyung, will meet you tomorrow in the studio around evening. I expect Taehyung to be back to normal routine tomorrow after noon. After the talks with me included, ofcourse. And I expect you to digest the deal before it’s before it’s broken in the start.” Namjoon states once again, bit worried that it might not work at all from the start.

“Yeah Of course, sure sure, goodnight joonie ah” yoongi sleepily slumps down on the soft mattress without bothering to switch the lights out. 

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“Left left left left left nooooooo right right right okay good, okay yeah, good good”  Jungkook half screams and mumbles at his phone screen with wide doe eyes, holding it in landscape mode as he tries to dodge another enemy character while he lays upside down on the couch, continuously mumbling and and cussing out probably both himself, and the enemy.

Yoongi assumes that jungkook must’ve been playing one of his favorite video series game. 

Jungkook, who joined BH entertainment at the age of fifteen, originally auditioned with the dream of working as an idol in the future. Except few years back, since the entertainment was on the verge of bankruptcy, given that they were able to produce only one idol as a solo artist at that time, they couldn’t afford an idol group to be debuted. 

For what it was worth it, bangPD along with another composer slow rabbit, saw the potential that jungkook had and eventually decided to offer him a role as a producer and composer, gave him the proper required training and assistance along with it. 

Yoongi thinks back now, on how jungkook has grown up to become a beautiful person, inside and out. 

He still sees jungkook with banana milk, strawberry lollipops 24/7, still has that doe eyes, beautiful sculpted features, bunny teeth sticking out and still sticks around with video games series characters revolving in his head whenever he compares and imitates a real life person, but as time progressed, he’s learnt a lot and is probably more matured than any 20 year olds out there. 

Yoongi has seen him grow and mature in front of his eyes out there. He feels nothing but pride seeing him. He admires him and it’s a well known fact that the entire BIGHIT entertainment has a soft spot for him. 

He is definitely their baby and has spoiled him with tons of love, affection and food, yoongi realizes with a small fond smile forming around his lips. 

All the BIGHIT producers were currently gathered in the meeting room, waiting for V to return and celebrate the new achievements and awards he has won. It has become a part of BIGHIT tradition, to immediately meet up in this bright yellow painted, semi finished room for any informal meeting or gathering to celebrate company’s good news. 

For some reason, it’s taking longer than usual this time and yoongi thinks recalls the conversation he had with Joon last night and whether if V is currently receiving the ‘lecture’ right now.

“What’s taking them so long? They usually reach here before the scheduled time” adora asks with a frown, pausing a K-drama she had been watching. “Oppa, did you contact them?” She asks yoongi, looking again at the time on the wall clock. 

“Should I? Lets wait for ten more minutes and we will see, if not I will call Joon” yoongi states as his mind wanders on how the ‘lecture’ would’ve gone, how will v react?, will V ignore him again just like how he had been acting towards him all this past four months? His mind forms a whole his own story before he’s interrupted by JK-

“No don’t, I still need to collect supplies and find that coward who thought it was a good idea to shoot me once and run away, clown. 12 minutes left before the safe circle starts closing in oh fu-“ JK half swears and mumbles now he rotates in his couch, supporting the phone with his elbow.

“Okay I’m calling BangPD now” states both pdogg and slow rabbit at the same time. They look and point at each other at the same time. They laugh leaning back at the same time again and break out into confusion and laughter. Pdogg finally manages to bring it to a halt and proceeds  to switch on his phone when the doors burst open to reveal BangPD, Joon trailing with V right behind him. 

“Oh...” yoongi lets out a soft whisper at the sudden unexpected instance, doors burst opening. He averts his eyes from BangPD and back at Joon, suddenly feeling himself unable to make an eye contact with v, who appears with a full boxy smile on display. 

“Taehyung-shiiiiii!” Jungkook exclaims as he jumps out of the couch and launches at V to beat his ass, ruffle his hair and pat his back. Excitement overtakes jungkook as he sweeps V from the floor and put him over his shoulder, bouncing at the joy of seeing him once again in four months.

The entire room breaks out into laughter seeing their youngest’s silly antics. When he finally puts him down, he takes a moment to regain his steadiness and catches yoongi staring at him. 

Yoongi suddenly breaks the momentary eye contact and looks at BangPD who is about to start a speech. 

He’s lost a ton of weight, he realizes seeing his loose cotton shirt looking bigger than the usual size. His collarbones prominent, cheekbones more visible due to the weight loss. 

His stomach flips and churns, feeling worse now that he saw him face to face.

“Alright everyone, let’s settle down around now” BangPD says with a smile, making himself comfortable with the seats. 

“So first of all, Congratulations to Taehyung, for managing to pull off this tour very successfully. A round of applause, everyone” he says with a fond smile whilst clapping.

The rooms breaks out into an applause.

“And also, congratulations to ourselves, to putting our best out there in preparations for making a very successful album.”

“So, A round of applause to ourselves!” Everyone applauses, with Taehyung nodding as a warm smile appears on his face. 

“Now secondly, as for the awards shows and the achievements won. A huge round of applause to ourselves for making it a very successful performance and congratulations, as we have officially won the highest total number of awards in all the three events for a solo artist in the entire history of South Korea!” The room breaks out into a mixture of claps, table bangs, whistles, howls and whoops. 

“Ah...We should’ve celebrated this celebratory moment with our JH team too” Pdogg states, slightly tilting his head, with a proud smirk plastered on his face. 

“Ah shit yes! I should’ve invited Jin, Jimin and Hoseok over to celebrate this moment too” slow rabbit says with the realization taking over his thoughts as a small ‘o’ forms on his lips. 

JH team, a small division of KNJ entertainment co. had officially signed with BIGHIT for an exclusive partnership contract on 2014. One of its division, JH focuses on overalls support for the training of an artist as well as serves as a backup band for the artists under BIGHIT entertainment company. 

The team JH, is headed by CEO Kim Seokjin, followed by two other famous lead trainers Jung Hoseok and Park Jimin. 

“Well, Jin spoke to me today morning, asking if we could have lunch together as it’s been quite a long time since we met” Joon says, while scrolling through his phone to check in on unread messages.

“Oh, Jimin oppa checked on me asking if we had free time, apparently he misses us...” adora says and tilts her head side to side while imitating the pout jimin showed her, both hands on her hips. The room breaks out into a light hearted chuckle.

“Hm, then I guess it’s a good idea to arrange a lunch reservation in one of the restaurants and discuss about the upcoming plans and goals together.” BangPD suggests, leaning back on his seat. A bugging matter crosses over his mind around at the same time.

“So about the rough outline of the album we discussed earlier, was there any progress towards the beats or mixing? The demo guide well, we will talk about it with JH team for more suggestions, so-.” BangPD speaks up his thoughts. 

It is at this exact moment taehyung finds the ceiling, the table top more interesting. The wooden rough texture, the-

“Taehyung, got any inspiration for-“ BangPD almost asks taehyung as if an entire lecture didn’t happen few minutes ago before entering this room. Everybody in that room knows what’s approaching them. Including BangPD. 

But its BangPD’s way of catalyst to speak about the conversation, asking questions again to make sure they have a top to down conversation on it. 

“Well, I’ve few beats and mixing ideas in my mind but, I’m planning to work on it tonight.” Taehyung calmly finishes it in short. 

Taehyung remains silent in this entire conversation, causing his stomach churn in a feeling he can’t exactly pinpoint it at. He couldn’t but help glance towards yoongi now and then. 

At this point, he doesn’t even know what exactly went wrong with them, their fights a blur now that few months has passed by. 

He wants to make it right. Yet for some reason, he always runs away from him, unsure of what would happen if he spoke to him after quite a long time. 

He sighs exasperated, cracking his neck while crossing his arms over his firm chest. 

The rest is busy with getting in contact with JH Team and making reservations in a restaurant for lunch. Taehyung moves to sit on a bean bag to compete with Jungkook on a game series when he senses two people approaching his way-

“So taehyung-shi, whats the title of this new drama? I wanna know, I’m quite interested actually” slow rabbit jokes, poking fun at him. 

“Yeah hyung, I just watched teaser pt.2 few mins ago, would you like to watch it again?” Joon suggestively teases wiggling his eyebrows, directing the question to slow rabbit.

“Hm, maybe not. I just wanna know if it’s available on Netflix or not. You know, I’m eager for the full series.” Slow rabbit playfully pokes back.

These two take chances poking fun at taehyung and the bickering continues until they hear a high pitched voice blaring through the door-

“YAHHH....AH YAHHH....BANGPD YAAAH!!!” Jin shouts, dash opening the door and blatantly entering the room without any prior permission.

“JIN!!!!!” Everybody screams in surprise and happiness at the voice as they turn their heads over to the commotion. 

“YOOOO!!!” They hear another voice with bird mimicked sounds trailing behind the commotion, only to see Jung Hoseok, the Head of Dance & Arts Department at the JH Team entering the room, filled with bizarre hand movements full of excitement .

“WHO THE FUCK STOLE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AND MY FUTURE HUSBAND  HITMAN BANG AND THOUGHT IT WAS OKAY TO RUIN OUR VALENTINES DATE HUH??!!”Jin clenches his fists and stomps his foot, popping a vein as he continues to speak dramatically, just like any other normal day. 

“AYO WHERES MY SUGA PD NIM UWU-“ Jhope makes his way towards yoongi, cooing him and pinching his cheeks with a brilliant smile on his face.

“Hoba I just spoke to you today morning.....” yoongi says, unable to hide his smile practically, shoving his affectionate ass aside. 

“It’s been ages since I pinched those dumplings for a cheek coo~”  hobi continued cooing until yoongi kicked him aside, shoving him playfully.

“Babyyyyy I MISSED YOUUUU!!!!” Yoongi looks towards Jimin who is screaming and giggling in a pitch his ears aren’t audibly made sense for, practically jumping into taehyung’s arms. 

“I MISSED YOU MORE” Taehyung shouts and wraps his arms around Jimin with a boxy smile, both bouncing in excitement at meeting each other after a long time.

“NOOO I MISSED YOU MOREEEE” Jimin argues back in a mockery pout, until when-

“He deadass FaceTimed you just last night.” Jungkook’s voice cuts through the air, mumbling in small as he walks towards to sit on the rocking chair, quickly tossing his phone aside. 

“We. Were. Apart. For. Many. Days.., Don’t even dare.“ Jimin replies to jungkook frustratedly, with a dead pan stare as he wraps himself in taehyung’s arms, with the latter chuckling onto his hair.

“Yeah well what about us then” jungkook replies in mumble, tongue pressed inside his left cheek as his starts rocking the chair forth and back. It gets lost in the commotion happening at the other end of the room.

“BUT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OUR VALENTINES, MY BABY-“ Jin says and coos dramatically to BangPD ,tilting his head to the right, pulling out a Romeo in front of him as he starts to get on his one knees when-

“Leave him alone hyung, at this rate he will outsell all the freshly imported tomatoes sold out there....” Joon interrupts with a chuckle, as he sees a beet-blushed BangPD who might probably want to run away and wipe out his entire existence away from this place.

Yoongi looks around at the room, everyone hugging and embracing each other in warm words, telling how they missed each other. A sight of warmth fills his chest, something he never thought would he experience it ever, in his life. 

Despite JH Team being just a business contract with their company, over time it has changed into something else. 

Something as a comfort system that they can always come back, to open up about their struggles and emotions. A family, they have become a family. Together. He realizes. 

“Hyung, we need to save bangpd.” Joon says chuckling, as he appears besides yoongi, visibly needing help meddling between Jin and BangPD. 

Yoongi and Joon chuckle as they see a dramatic Jin having a rose stem between his lips, top two buttons of his shirt exposed and teasing to remove his entire shirt and..... BangPD covering his entire face with both the palms unable to make a move. 

“Not this time, don’t want Jin to come after me to flirt.” Yoongi mutters as he is about to leave the commotion-

“Hyunggg-“ Joon laughs as he tries to drag yoongi into the mess.

“Shhhush, shooo, shoo” yoongi frets away panicking, waving hands as a self defense before he gets dragged into the mess when he hears a familiar voice calling him out.

“I see, that’s how you wanna play Hyung . You don’t even want to meet me, not even after a whole four months of us staying away, hm?” Jimin complains in a pitched voice with disbelief forming over his facial features, hands on either sides of his hips.

 Taehyung appears right beside Jimin. 

“Wh-Play what?, Jiminie I just texted you last night...” yoongi simply says as he moves to get out of this room. He is suddenly not sure why he wants to avoid everyone in this room, maybe a moment of fresh air would save his life right now. 

“Are you kidding me? Really? You won’t even come near me to acknowledge my existence just because we texted ‘just last night’???” Jimin starts complaining real loud when Jungkook comes his way, concerned after spotting a slightly panicking yoongi. 

“Hyung, is everything fine?” Jungkook asks in a small smile to yoongi, ignoring a loud and a chaotic mess of laughter behind. He catches a glimpse of taehyung staring yoongi back from behind. 

Yoongi nods and breathes a relief of exhale. “Yes, I am. Just need a moment. Inform me if others are ready to go out for lunch and tell BangPD I’m outside for a short time, will return in fifteen minutes. ” he says, collecting his phone and bunch of keys, leaving the room. 

The wave of fresh air hits him on his face as he steps out of the building, exposed to the windy warm afternoon. He sighs a relief, finally being able to breathe in a peaceful atmosphere. 

Unsure of what’s happening to him at the moment, and why he felt his mood sour subconsciously, he walks towards a lone path, surrounding a field of tiny patches of grass. 

He walks for sometime until he reaches a nearby park, to sit on a wooden bench. He sits and takes a moment to himself, clasping his hands as he does three counts, taking deep breaths in and out. 

He opens his eyes, now relieved that nobody is there to disturb him. His mood uplifts, as gives his arms a good upwards stretch when-

“Hyung.” A familiar voice besides him jerks him off balance, taken aback by the sudden presence of a soul sitting besides him. 

“WHAT THE FUCKK!!!” Yoongi cusses and screams, jumping out of the wooden bench and launching onto his feet, standing in a defensive mode.

“Wha- Why- How even are YOU HERE?! Aren’t you supposed to be back in the room??” Yoongi asks confused, after recovering from the shock that someone sneaked on him all the way to here. 

“Nope. There aren’t any rules.” Taehyung simply states, as he spreads out his arms wide on either sides across the wooden bench. 

“Well then .....why are you even here? Did you ...follow me or something?” 

Yoongi asks still confused and annoyed, whilst calming himself.

“Came out for fresh air.” Taehyung smoothly avoids all the question, leaving a suspicious yoongi get frustrated at the very presence of another soul nearby him. 

Or probably it’s just Kim fucking taehyung, sneaking upon him without no notice or whatsoever. Yoongi always has a keen eye on his surroundings, the fact that he missed spotting him lowkey burns him more. 

“Sure, then.” He says, collecting his phone to walk out of the place. 
He’s unsure of sitting back on the bench, so instead he goes to sit on a nearby seesaw,  seeing other benches or either covered up in dust and dirt or just filled with families and couples. 

“How have you been?” Taehyung asks yoongi, now silently following him beside, now making it obvious for the purpose of having a conversation with him. 

However, yoongi ignores his entire existence to go sit on the uplifted side of seesaw. He trains his mind to be blank, trying to act clueless, being aware of what was approaching his way. 

There’s a ton of anger he wants to let out, lash out his frustration at something he couldn’t pinpoint it. It fuels him more knowing that taehyung could actually keep it all down, simply act clueless and try to interact with him a normal conversation. After all that has happened. 

It’s been four months, since there was a stop to the mess of an annoying cycle. It irritates him that he is still not able to figure him out, his personality, his intentions and his thoughts. 

Even after five whole years of working as his main producer for him. He huffs as he places his legs on either side of the seesaw, going down with his weight supported on it. 

The slide suddenly lifts him up, almost throwing him to the air. He quickly holds on to the holder support fixated on the middle of the seesaw as it gets 
lifted, to see Taehyung sitting on the opposite side of the seesaw. 

“Hyung-“ taehyung starts, as he continues sit up and down on the seesaw, causing them to bounce on the either side. 

“Leave me alone, Kim Taehyung. I don’t want to talk about anything with you now. Don’t make me regret coming to the park for a fucking stroll.” Yoongi warns, as he subconsciously takes action to push his seat down. 

“Well we can-“ taehyung starts to convince as he is interrupted by yoongi once more.

“Peak comedy. Now move.” Yoongi bites back short and harsh on words. He stops, clearly not wanting to speak about it anymore. Taehyung stops slightly hurt, taking it as a sign to remain silent for a couple of minutes, with both of them quietly bouncing up and down the seesaw for what it seemed like eternity for yoongi. 

Yoongi doesn’t want to go back to the company until jungkook informs him of their ready departure from the building, but Kim Taehyung wasn’t making it easy for him to stay here long. 

He checks back on his phone to see any signs of jungkook messaging him, and then scrolls down long accidentally to see his chat with none other than the person on the opposite side of the seesaw himself. 

Yoongi momentarily stills and raises his head, to see taehyung staring at him back, his arms crossed over his chest. He goes back from the chat page, switching off the phone. 

“I didn’t message because I wanted to talk to you, face to face.” Taehyung says  breaking the silence, figuring out why yoongi might’ve gave him a particular look for. 

“This isn’t about why you didn’t reply to my last message or anything related to music in the first place” yoongi scoffs and blows out, ready to scream out all the times he has put him in a rollercoaster of emotions that he couldn’t point out, why he is such an asshole, so thick headed and-

He suddenly hears his own phone ringing. It must be jungkook, he thinks. 
He takes his phone from his front pocket, only to see a different dialer on the screen. 

A name he never thought he would receive a call from. At least not at this time of the day. Suspense peaks his head, debating whether to attend the call now or not. 

But it’s not everyday he receives call from his dear fifteen year old cousin sister Min Yu-Jin, he thinks. 

 He decides to attend the call.

“Hello?” Yoongi asks, attending the call.

“Hello OPPA, WHERE ARE YOU?” He hears a sobbing Yu-Jin practically screaming, panicked from the other side of the phone .

“I am ..at work....What happened?, is everything okay??” Yoongi stutters a bit, taken aback by the tone of the voice. 

It’s not everyday he hears her cry, let alone hearing someone cry on the phone. His main senses goes on alert, as goosebumps travels his arms.

“Yoo-gun OPPA , Yoo gun OPPA crashed in a car accident an hour back ...is admitted in the hospital now, the doctors roughly said something about the possibility of future head seizures, how- what do I do-I can’t “ Yu-Jin continues to sob in confusion with hiccups, unable to keep quiet, neither scream.

Yoongi forgets to breath for a minute. Time seems to slow down, as his head takes a moment to process her words. Yoo-gun, his closest cousin brother....crashed..... in a car accident . In a car accident. 

Yoongi stumbles off balance trying to get off the seesaw, accidentally tossing the phone aside on the land in shock. He starts shaking, mouth wide open, unable to hold onto any support, he cannot process what’s happening. No way. 

This has to be a joke. This is probably a joke. His throat goes dry.

An accident. 

It’s probably April fools, he thinks, he starts searching for his phone, not knowing what for, his eyes a blur, he reaches to rub his eyes to clear when he realizes it’s ...tears on his cheek. A tear escapes his eyes without will, he realizes. He is not able to hear anything around. 

The history of series of accidents in Min Household never always helped either, let alone in his own extended family. 

He has always preferred to stay quite afar from  keeping a close contact with his family, except Yoo-gun, his older cousin brother who practically raised him since he was nine. 

He’s the closest he is with, if it comes to any regards with a member from his blood related. Even over his own elder brother. 

He almost falls off balance, knees quivering, trying to take the phone from down......when a pair of firm arms wrap around his body, holding him steadily. 

He doesn’t come to his senses even until then, let things happen at its own momentum. 

Yoongi doesn’t realize that he has his face buried and pressed onto someone’s chest, unable to control the heady course of emotions mingled with the shock. It’s warm, he realizes. The familiar smell of wood slightly mixed with a scent of fresh fruit wakes his consciousness up. 

He has to catch a grip on this situation. He takes a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling onto someone’s chest steadily, as he realizes what was going on.

“—Yu Jin, I need you to calm down now. Calm down, it’s going to alright, okay? Deep breaths, now. Yes. Just like that, we can handle this together.” Yoongi realizes taehyung was speaking to his cousin sister over his phone, taking the matters into his own hands.

“Yes, good. Now tell me, which hospital did the ambulance take him to?” Taehyung asks in a soft, calming yet firm tone. 

“I think it’s Ke-keimyung Dongsan hospital oppa” yoongi hears her voice from the other side of the line, still half sobbing with hiccups.

“We will be there shortly. Inform your parents and go back home safely, 
Yu-Jin.”  Taehyung orders her in a authoritative tone.

“B-but I want to come-“ Yu-Jin protests feebly, probably exhausted by the wild ride that day. 

“Not now jin, we will come back to collect you later today. Go home safely, take rest. It will be alright, okay? We are going now, Later then.” Taehyung convinces her and ends the call, as he moves  yoongi and himself towards somewhere, an arm still wrapped around yoongi’s shoulder. 

“Hey, look at me...” taehyung says in a low, comforting voice as he reaches out a tentative hand to softly hold yoongi’s face, wiping away the traces of his remaining tears. Yoongi doesn’t oblige, but responds with a nod to him in a mumble, still unable to process anything  around him.

“I will drive us there by car, it will be alright, just trust me okay? ” taehyung speaks in a tender tone, opening the shotgun seat door of the car to guide yoongi into his seat. He makes his way to his seat, informing jungkook of the recent event. 

Taking his seat, he revives the engine back to life. He moves his hands on brakes when he feels a small palm of cold hands, lightly placed on his knuckles. 

“It is gonna be alright. We are in this together.” Taehyung says, as he wraps his warm hands over yoongi’s, holding it tight.

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“AND .....you are still.... not married. I’m surprised. ”  Yoo-gun utters his first words as he throws his whole upper body into straight sitting position at the sight of yoongi, waking up after regaining his consciousness back after a whole 36 hours of remaining idle, recovering from the surgery. 

“First words, fucking great.“ yoongi mumbles, staring unsurprised back at him. 

“OH MY GOODNESS, HE WOKE UP, HE IS CONSCIOUS!!!” One of the nurses screams as she scurries away to call out other staffs, waking their awaiting family outside in the process. 

The room door dashes open, revealing a bunch of half sleep deprived bodies walking inside, carrying along their children ranging from grown ups to teens to kids to babies, sighing out a mixed sob of cries and happiness, shocked at the  fact that he is still alive. 

Yoongi only then realizes that his entire extended family had been waiting outside the room for his cousin brother to wake up. How he managed to not notice them was beyond him, after all the last thing he remembers is getting dragged by a pair of firm hands all the way to the ward room. 

It must be Taehyung, he thinks. He wonders where he is, now that he left yoongi alone to himself, besides yoo-gun’s medical bed.

 He must’ve gone back to his apartment, he thinks to himself. 

“MY SON!” he sees his aunt crying out and running to his cousin’s side, reaching out arms to hold him closer to her.

“Whew, At least y’all seem to worry about my future rotting corpse , I’m surprised.” he says as he lets out a low whistle, scanning the entire pack of his extended families gathered around his bed side. 

“Do we really have to come here and visit him at this hour?! He still seems perfectly ...himself!! .....ouch *mooomm*!!” he hears one of his younger cousin brother whining is irritation, exasperatedly throwing hands up on the air whilst  he was harshly tugged back by his mother. 

“Missed me?” Yoo gun questions his family, scanning them as he doubles-raises an eyebrow with a proud smirk plastered on his face, arms crossed behind his injured head, as he looks at his family gathering around him, pleased. 

“You seem to be enjoying this, don’t you?” The youngest of yoongi’s cousin sisters pipes in, shooting a disapproving look at him.

“Well OFCOURSE not if y’all had attended my goddamn loving calls and messages back, gave me back the attention I deserve, the only person who must’ve done it out of y’all I call ‘cousins’ has to be this unmarried hip hop of a D-boy-“ yoo-gun rants back dramatically, pointing a finger towards yoongi.

“-Shut. Up.” Yoongi interrupts him to shut his mouth. His family then starts to break out into a bustle of complains and protests, when-

“Alright that’s ENOUGH, make way for doctors now, kids move....” the oldest aunt says, as the rest of the family members make a fuss moving all their kids out to make space, alert at hearing hurried footsteps approaching the door. 

The door clicks open to reveal three doctors, one of them who seems to be a female specialist who has her natural black hair cascading into waves at the tips, along with at least a dozen of nurses and medical staffs trailing behind them, all of them carrying their supplies, new medical kits and aids. 

Trailing behind them reveals a sleep deprived, soft curled dark brown hair Kim Taehyung stepping inside the room, fitted with a loose full sleeve white t-shirt and dark blue jeans, carrying a bunch of carry bags in each hands, walking towards them.

“TAEHYUNG OPPAAA!!!!” the kids scream as they scamper themselves around him, few holding on to his clothes and the rest clinging onto his denim coat, jumping in their way to get his attention at the back of the room.

The rest of his grown up teen cousins giggle as they surround him in a half circle, requesting shyly for autographs, whether if it’s okay to take photos with him and a bunch of other questions in cue.

“Wha—How even....I thought you went home?!” Yoongi asks surprised, with a million other questions popping in his head as he walks towards him. 

Before taehyung could respond to the sweet little kids, yoongi pulls him away from the small crowd gathered, dragging him by his elbow to the corner of the room, leaving the small crowd with a mixture of giggles and groans. 

“Without you? Never.”  Taehyung swiftly replies, giving yoongi the bags to set aside.  

“What are ...these????...” yoongi asks, taking the bags to look inside the items.
“Holy f- taehyung, you didn’t have to do all...this” yoongi almost cusses before he is reminded of where he is and comtinues, clearly touched by the extent of his care. 

He checks each of the bags carefully to see a variety of huge packs of dinner meals, from spicy to sweet to mild range for different families who prefers different taste, two desserts for each bag of meals, huge pack of large water bottles in another bag.  He wonders how he knows the taste of each of his cousin families. 

Above that, to say he is in a state of surprise is an understatement. But what confuses him is a small thick bag which has ....what he has not expected-

-which happens to be a pair of jeans and shirts and even briefs. And it doesn’t seem to be fit for his size. 

“Don’t tell me you actually walked all the way from here to buy this set for yoo-gun, you’ve got to be freaking kidding me...” yoongi states shocked at the fact that taehyung did this all for his dear asshole of a cousin, whilst he just sat near him and silently weeped in confusion as his brain took a hiatus and wandered off far. 

He is now reminded of their conversation which happened in less than twenty four hours back in the park, where he just ignored and acted nothing but harsh to him, clearly feeling guilty of his behavior. Especially now, more worse. 

He just knows one thing for sure and its the fact that he can never stop fucking things up for once a day. He doesn’t even know how to get his shit together properly. He really needs to work on himself more. And care for people around him more. 

“Thank you so much for these taehyungah....I will give it to them later” yoongi says it with genuine emotions that he never brought himself to express in front of taehyung. 

“Don’t mind, it’s okay..I understand..” Taehyung says, taken aback by the never seen soft side of him before.

“I’m....well....actually sorry for what happened earlier, taehyungah” yoongi apologizes, unable to look taehyung in his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck whilst busying himself with clothes to hold on to. 

“Hey...it’s okay....it’s alright, I understa-“ Taehyung replies calmly in a reassuring tone, hands holding his left forearm firmly, leaning against the wall. 

“Well I’m actually- I was...” yoongi slightly stutters, unable to give an explanation of literally everything he feels.

“I know, I know. It’s okay, i understand. We’ve got a a lot to ....talk about, you know. There’s so much to catch up on. Please just give me a chance later to explain myself, okay? We just need time, after all these-“ he waves to everything and everyone around him, indicating for a date later after all this commotion is over. 

Yoongi nods, grateful that taehyung is unlike him and understands people around him by a snap of seconds. He’s got so many things to be grateful for at the moment but- 

“Hey! I heard that! Stop flirting with my sister!” Taehyung calls out to somebody behind yoongi, only to see yoo-gun reaching out his hands flirtatiously at one of the doctors mid-air, the female doctor looking clearly unimpressed with the patient at her hands in the moment. 

The room drops dead-silent before a kid holding a packet of tortilla chips turns to other kids and breaks the silence “urm....yeah! that unnie is my future wife! Everyone, meet my future- OUCH BUT MOOOMM SHES PRETTY-AHH CMONN !!!” the kid was tugged back immediately. 

“This- ....DOCTOR is your SISTER???!!!....”  yoongi, his mom and his other aunts  incredulously asks taehyung in unison, practically half-screaming in the air.

“Uh...oh. ....OH.” yoo-gun retracts his hand surprised at the threat and looks away at the window whistling quickly, as if he just didn’t not only make a move on an idol’s sister, but also his specialist doctor. 

“Thank you oppa” eun Jin says relieved smiling, going back to the task at hand. “This patient must be still coming down from anesthesia which explains why he said he wants to be my ophthalmologist” she chimes in. 

“He said WHAT-?!” Yoongi walks towards him in a threatening stance, unimpressed at him. “I can’t even believe I bawled my eyes out for you few hours ago-“  he crosses his arms unimpressed, staring at him murderously. 

“Yoongiah I just asked “Can I be your ophthalmologist “cause I can’t stop looking into your eyes” yoo-gun says in a pout, raising hands in a defensive act, looking at the fact that his cousin brother is just ready to dig a grave in the same bed he is hospitalized right now. 

“You should be impressed by my natural flow of pickup line and take my side!!!!.,” he shouts again and throws his hands in the air in exasperation .

“I’m really sorry we had to meet like this again eun jin, I give you an automatic pass to just kill him off with those injection needles you have in your hand. It’s a request, an honor, please accept it.” yoongi bows towards her in utmost 90 degree bow filled with gratitude. 

Eun Jin thanks and laughs as she continues to works on yoo-gun. Yoongi feels a pair of hands, one wrapped around his other hip and another on his shoulder and relaxes immediately as he catches the familiar scent. 

“Wait a minute, what do you mean by ‘again’?, have you met this gorgeous lady already?!” His aunt directs her question to yoongi, narrow eyed. 

He knows where this seems to take a route, so he just ignores. 

“It’s been quite long since I met you, look at you, you are all grown up now. I remember you cramming for finals busily when I visited your home last time” yoongi speaks, still in awe that the little kid who ran away after a meek 
“hello there, now goodbye, i gotta study, have fun.” has turned into not just a doctor, but one of the head specialists judging from the color badge on he white coat. 

“She’s changed a lot since then.” Taehyung states proudly of his dear little sister, firmly holding yoongi with warmth. To which, eun jin smiles and heartily says a “You too, oppa” .

“Alright alright, kids, settle around the table, taehyung oppa bought food! Everyone thank him and Let’s dig in !!!” One of the aunts standing there ushers all the kids out of the way to the back of the room, meanwhile the rest starts setting it all up on the mini white table.

Yoongi suspects his aunts are currently on to something. If they are kicking the kids out, 
1) either they are just tired 
2) there’s something important coming
3) adult talk

If it’s option three, he should summon his armors and brace for what’s about to come. 

“You know dear, you should visit us by sometimes, we can catch up with a dinner if possible later, it’s the least thing we can do for you, sweetie.” yoongi’s mom sweetly states to eun jin, obviously on-board something. 

OH. 

Uh-oh.

He should’ve seen it coming, definitely right now.

Yoongi and yoogun immediately look at each other with a glare, definitely knowing what his mom’s Cupid skills could be playing at. 

His mind flashes back to the conversation between his mom, thousand other aunts and him a month back: 

Yoongi: I don’t care, I don’t want to get married anytime soon.

Aunt (1) :  sweetie, there’s no such thing as real love in this world-

Aunt (2):   And besides, we knew it’s all just an excuse for you to not get married. 

Mom: and.... I don’t want to see your rotting corpse before I get to see your grandchildren. 

Yoongi: you can always borrow few kids from your sisters why come after me?!

Aunt(3): I should be surprised how he is the same as his dad but I’m not because you are worse than him. 

Yoongi: or you can always adopt few kids from that nearby orphanage I kn-

Mom: it’s either you are finding a suitor for yourself by the end of this year or we are hunting down one for you. Case closed.

Yoongi: I’m even surprised that I got an ‘option’ here, please I’m honored, pfft.

Aunt(4): just be glad that you have it for now else we are calling it off and marrying you tomorrow itself. We’ve also been listing out potential suitors for a while. 

Yoongi: am I supposed to be surprised now?

Aunt(2): yes, you better be happy that we didn’t marry you off five years ago. You’ve still got time kid. 

Aunt(1): ah-Ah. Another rule, if we don’t get any reports of you searching for your possible future partners by the end of each month, we are adding one to our annual semi-finale round list that month. 

Yoongi: annual...semi final WHAT list...???!!

Aunt(3): anyways, pack up. I gotta get ready with wedding celebration dresses for kids around here. 

Mom: you better start now. Remember, before you hit the age of thirty.

He’s not surprised anymore. At this rate his mom could line up a cleaner lady at probably ninth in ‘queue of potential suitors’ and set her up for his future partner. 

Worse, she could literally sign yoongi’s signature on a marriage register instead of him and call it a ‘beautiful marriage’, kicking him out happily after that, forever.

The last time it happened with whom he assumes to be his hundredth suitor, their family ran away after knowing their daughter has to undergo tests. In his mom’s words, it’s called ‘the evaluation of possible future daughter-in-law’s potential tests for the perfect match’ . 

He pities all the poor soul who had to testify his mom to get to him. 

And it happens to be taehyung’s sister, the sister of the artist he works for, as a producer. Gosh, taehyung has no idea about any of these. 

Yoongi internally curses, thinking about how it’s a trap they set for themselves, knowing the after maths of ‘a dinner if possible’ . 

And this time, it’s different, both the parties are familiar with the connections. The mere fact that not only is she an idol’s sister, but also happens to be one of the best specialist doctors in demand in South Korea. 

He has seen it. The glistening stars in her eyes, the way she looked eun jin like she found the the drink of immortality after years of digging.

Eun Jin has no fucking idea on what’s about to come.

He just calls the lord, silently wishing and almost begging eun jin replies with a straight nope- 

-“OH YES SURE, it’s impossible but I can try, and oh, I’m honored. ” 
she chirps back cheerily and he can telepathically hear yoo gun shattering glasses with refusal already. 

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“Fact check: JH stands for J-Hope entertainment.” Hobi says before deliciously shoving down a large chunk of steaming, hot bulgogi in his mouth. 

Jin, who is sitting next to him sipping Wine in between the dishes, chokes on hearing him and spits it, spraying it all on Jimin and jungkook’s face who are sitting in front him. 

“Ewggh-“ jungkook makes noises and raises his palms in defense from the spray. 

“Ah HYUUNG-“ Jimin whines as he wipes and rubs all the spray from his face, completely grossed out.

“You are gross, Hyung” taehyung stares at him unimpressed, whilst the entire table breaks out into laughter.

“Yaaaaa...! You ...How dare you......-JH stands for Jin Hit entertainment !!!” Jin wipes his mouth and states it furiously towards hobi, his ears turning red. “How dare can you tell this in right in front of your boss’s face huh?, how dare-“ he is suddenly stopped by namjoon shoving a piece of meat in his mouth. 

“WHOOP WHOOP.” the table breaks out into mild ‘ooohs’ and ‘aaaahs’ with laughter and howls.  “HAHAHHAHAHAHHA”.

“Now it has become grosser in here, if that word exists at all” jungkook states in distaste with a scrunched nose, eyeing Jin and namjoon staring at each other, unable to tell anything. 

“ jungkookie....I think he literally bathed you in wine right now,....at least your seat seems gross, go to the other end, we will ask someone to clean it up...” hobi trails as he looks up for a waiter to take care of the mess. 

“ -ah that’s okay Hyung, I cleaned it up, it’s alright.” Jungkook frantically hurries to assure him that it’s alright and looks away. 

“Wow, that’s so unlike you.” Taehyung says surprised looking at him, his mouth filled with bibimbap. “ I wonder why,” he makes an extended mysterious noise at the back of his throat. 

“ He is bathed in the HOLIEST WATER now after all, why wouldn’t he like it?!” Jin states as if he is reading out an article from the book of law and order. 

“Mhm?” Taehyung keeps eyeing jungkook as he chews the last piece of the food.  Jungkook just devours the rest of the plate in silence like there is no tomorrow. 

 “The jungkookie I know immediately gets off his seat, discard everything, changes into a new dress and sits at least ten miles apart from Jin Hyung. This jungkookie is Suspicious.” Taehyung swallows and says, after a very long pause.. 

“ Not surprised.” Adora chirps in casually, in between gulping down a whole bowl of soup.  Taehyung suspects something was going on that he has to know, yet. 

“ Maybe his love, admiration and respect has grown for Jin Hyung. See? I knew it. The change is eventual. ” namjoon says playfully, wiggling his raised eyebrows. 

“ As this king deserves, every men and women shall thy fall for my gorgeous, handsome and a beautiful face.” Jin declares with his head raised and arms spread out in satisfied smile on his face.

“ You dare.” Jungkook shoots him a look, setting his chopsticks aside. 
“I was merely giving Jiminie company for the mess you made” jungkook says, now reaching a peak from all the teasing questions from the table. 

Yoongi’s gears turn at the back of his head to connect few dots he couldn’t bring himself to pin point at. “Oh and, I met taehyung’s sister back at the hospital.” He steers the conversation and says as he recalls his memories.

“ Woah really?” Both namjoon and hobi says it in unison. “ ...the last time we met her, she literally ran off because she had to prepare for finals.” Namjoon says looking above, his memories rolling back in his mind. 

“She was so small back then, wonder how much she grew up now.” Hobi says thoughtfully, as he scrapes the last piece of food from the plate. 

“ She is the head specialist doctor at keimyung and was in charge of yoo-gun.” Yoongi says in between sipping his wine. 

“ NO WAY. “ namjoon says in disbelief . “Really?! Wow....” hobi says surprised. 
“ actually, yes way. After all, I bet her running away for books that day paid the worth of her position right now. Books always does the work.” Namjoon says, recovering back from his surprise.

“Can’t relate.” Jin simply states as the rest of them break into laughter and continue chattering about the latest industry updates and catching up on gossips they’ve missed on. 

“Alright, it’s time we finalize in whose place we are going to head up for the first meet up. We have to divide the time wisely. Whose home are we heading to first?” Pdogg gets the attention of everyone at the table and asks about it. 

“ yoongi hyung’s home seems to be the most sought out option, it’s literally less than five minutes across the street here.” Namjoon says, head tilting towards yoongi. 

“I prefer to disagree, let me give a pre hand notice that I only allow people into my house at certain times.” Yoongi simply dismisses the idea of people crashing into his home. He’s barely let his own mom inside his apartment, it should be of no big deal. 

“ Hyung but urgent situations call for urgent measures....” jungkook says staring at him back. “ We just have to bear this until few months where we have a spacious area in the new company building.” 

“And yours is the nearest place we have for now, saves time, oppa.” Adora says in a convincing tone. 

He has let Jungkook into his home once. Which ended up smoothly because he is Jungkook. He couldn’t bring himself to think about the disaster they would end up in his house had the people decided to crash at his home, all at once. 

“Well, how many people at a time?” Slow rabbit asks, knowing what could yoongi be hesitant for. 

“First of all, first preference to the idol, so taehyung is a must. Secondly we will decide on who else would join in later according to the tasks we have in hand at the time.” Namjoon says, looking forth and back at yoongi and taehyung . 

“Let’s make it a rule that if it rains, then it’s yoongi’s home. If it has to be less than three people, it’s again his home. Else, we could crash up at my home which is almost twenty minutes away from our company.” Pdogg suggests, open to people crashing at his home. 

“Guess ....I can agree with it..” yoongi agrees on the logics but he’s not sure he  is comfortable with it. He feels taehyung stares bore holes from the side. 

He has taken a ‘I don’t mind him’ phase on taehyung since the hospital incident. Although he is not sure if a fight ever breaks between them on their musical tastes and production again, he has to pick a decision now. 

He looks at taehyung silently, who is staring back at him with an unreadable expression on his face. The gentle curves of his curvy, brown permed hair brushes the slightest above his eyebrows. The shape of his cheekbones, his natural coral pink tinted lips, his almond shaped eyes.

He is gorgeous. He has to admit it. 

He is reminded of what happened back at the hospital, two days back. He came along with him and stayed with him the entire time, even was generous enough to buy late night meals for his entire extended family, and took care of the entire situation that his aunts slightly stuttered on. 

He remembers it all over. He almost wanted to kiss him all over that time. He was very touched. He didn’t have to do all that. But he did. 

He realizes all the people were staring at him for the finalized confirmation. They sneakily look forth and back towards him and taehyung. 

“Alright I’m good with this for now. “ yoongi has now no choice but to agree on the best option available right now.  The table collectively lets out a sigh and orders another round of wine for everyone. 

“And joonie-ah, make sure to update us JH team with the progress and the outline of the tempos of songs. We need to decide on.....” the JH team started discussing with namjoon on the other hand. 

It should go well. They both are willing to let go of their stubborn opinions. They both agreed that day back in hospital to willing to make amendments for each other, talk it out even maybe. 

After all, taehyung did balance on his seesaw the other day.