blue & grey

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yoongi has always had issues with getting to sleep. honestly, even before he became a trainee he had problems with it. he was always either too high strung from the day's events, or his brain was moving too qyoongi has always had issues with getting to sleep. honestly, even before he became a trainee he had problems with it. he was always either too high strung from the day's events, or his brain was moving too quickly, either trying to make music while he laid in bed or play out scenarios in his head thanks to his anxiety. there was always too much to do, whether it be trying to work his part time job and make and sell music, or dance and practice and train.

after a while, he got used to it. made it work to his benefit, even. after passing the audition and becoming a member of bangtan, deciding to go ahead and become an artist instead of a producer, it was easy to just spend his extra waking hours working on music, after everyone else fell asleep after an exhausting day of practice. he was able to create many songs that way, even if most of them never saw the light of day and instead were buried deep in his files.

but lately, his sleeplessness has been getting even worse. they had more free time, and there was only so long he could keep his creative juices flowing while he was bone tired, regardless of if his mind was still running at light speed or not.

he had to basically work himself to exhaustion, keep going until his brain just collapsed under the weight of it all and he could finally fall into bed and get just a few hours of sleep, only to wake up and do it all over again.

it was taking its toll on him, and he wasn't really sure of what to do to fix it.

yоongi doesn't wanna take sleeping medicine because it makes him feel groggy, and it's hard to make music when you're dragging yourself around, heavy. and besides medicine, he feels like he's tried just about everything. tea, meditation, hot milk, counting sheep. the only thing that somewhat helped was jerking off, but eventually even the power of that waned, his body likely tired of getting off by itself.

eventually, he can't take it anymore, and since orgasming was the closest thing he got to a good night's sleep in what felt like years, he decides on what he needs: sex.

he needs to get fucking railed.

the problem is that with everything going on at the moment, they can't really go out and find anybody. and with the media on their asses every time they so much as showed up someplace with a friend, he didn't feel right calling up someone else in the industry, even somebody that he had fooled around with in the past.

which left some... other options. six options, to be exact.

he was fairly certain that all the members of bangtan were something other than straight. he'd never talked it out with all of them specifically, but after living with someone for ten years, you start to notice things.

first of all, most of them had jerked off to the porn that namjoon had downloaded onto the studio computer back in the day. that porn wasn't just straight porn, which made that observation the easiest. namjoon had a thing for twinks, he'd noticed.

seokjin had actually whispered his slight interest in men to yoongi in the dead of night, the two huddled in their separate beds. yoongi had mentioned his own super gayness just off hand earlier that day, and that night his hyung confessed that he was pretty sure he also liked dudes.

hoseok didn't even attempt to hide it, just started bringing men to the dorm and leaving jimin out in the cold while he got his business done. they were always loud, hoseok apparently having the dick game of a god.