What never should've happened.

Back on the horse

After you hung up, Yoongi was really feeling deflated. He leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes, trying to gather up his thoughts. A knock on the door and the opening of it, got him out of his trance.

Namjoon came in, looking fresh in shorts and a t-shirt.

“Woah…who switched your whisky for water and made you mad, hyung?” He clapped Yoongi's shoulder and plopped himself on the couch.

“If only it were that… Didn't the maknaes fill you in about what happened last night?”

Namjoon looked uncomfortable. “Erm…yeah, Jungkookie called me and I called Jin and Hoba. We were all on standby in case anything happened. But according to the group chat, everything went well.” He blushed.

“Don't mention the group chat. Remind me to at least put gochujang on Taehyung's water.” Namjoon choked with laughter.

Tae had taken it upon himself to announce to the group chat that you had slept like a baby because he was holding you all night, that you had cooked for him and that he now could hug you whenever he wanted and that there was nothing Yoongi could do about it or else, you'd put him in his place.

This prompted the other two pranksters to each brag about their own relationships with you and Jin to openly laugh about it. Yeah, Tae was getting his ass kicked, no matter what.

“Let's go. Hair and makeup. You can think of ways to torture Taehyungie while they wash your hair.”

That sounded like an okay plan. Together, both men went down to the fourth floor, but Yoongi still had a sour expression on his face.

When they got there, Hobi, Jungkook and Jimin were already in their chairs. Seokjin and Tae had the morning off.

Hansom wasted no time and immediately waved at Yoongi.

“Good morning, oppa!”

Oppa? Every single person in the room turned to look at her. This was crossing the line but none of them said anything. Yoongi merely gave a nod in her direction before going to the hair washing station. Everyone went back to their business.

He came to sit next to Hoseok with a towel around his shoulders, his hair dripping wet, while his new stylist got the cart to the chair.

“Did you eat a sour lemon, hyung? Why the long face?” Hobi knew, but Yoongi knew he was trying to make him smile. “You know we can get back at Taehyungie, right?”

This made him chuckle. “There's a reason why you're my favorite, Hoba.”

“Yah!” Protested an offended Jimin and they all laughed, “just because Tae is succeeding in making you jealous that's no reason to be giving away my spot as the favorite brother.”

Yoongi's eyes shot open and so did Hobi's. Namjoon looked like a fish out of water and Jimin turned pale the second he realized he fucked up.

Hansom's hands went still in his hair and she blatantly stared at Yoongi.

It was just a matter of seconds but Hobi reacted.

“It's no biggie, hyung. You'll get a better ambassadorship. Then you'll make him jealous.”

“You're right. I prefer Italian designers anyway.” Yoongi was also quick to react. “And you, Jiminah, you keep helping Tae tease me and you'll be on my blacklist too.” They laughed and Hansom went back to styling Jimin's hair.

Saved by the Sun himself.

They all went back to checking their phones and went silent as their stylists worked on them, making small talk and all in all, acting normal, but they were all aware that Jimin nearly dropped the ball.