The Six Times Jungkook Takes Care of His Hyungs

Suga

2. Suga

"Er...hyung?"

Jimin – the resident peacemaker of BTS – calls out to Yoongi warily.

Said hyung by the name of Min 'Swag' Yoongi doesn't even acknowledge the younger member's words. In fact, Jimin doesn't even think he can even seehim. There's half-written music scores everywhere, a piano in a corner, and a lot of cursing and mumbling under a head of white-blonde hair and a snapback.

"God freaking dammit, that's not how it's supposed to fuc –"

There's a growl and a mouse slamming against the desktop.

Yup, there's Yoongi.

"Suga-hyung, it's time for dinner."

There's a lot of grunting, papers shuffling, and a mumbled phrase that sounds a lot like 'std'. Two seconds later Jimin has to shove the cameraman to the side when a freaking microphone sails past their heads that ends up clattering against the floor with a high pitched whine.

Jimin gulps and looks up at the camera like he's in the office. Like, 'Seriously? You want me to deal with that?'

The cameraman just shrugs. He's just doing his job.

Jimin sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to burn two holes into his hyung's head.

"Suga-hyung, we're all really worried for you. You haven't eaten in two days, Jin-hyung is nagging at me to come get you so you don't die in here and Rapmon-hyung is still nursing the injury you gave him –"

"Get out."

Jimin stops rattling off and snaps his head at his blonde band member. Who – in fact – has finally decided to grace him with a facial expression that is so calm and Suga-like that Jimin almost forgets that this is the same person who destroyed a lie detector for dissing him.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Suga-hyung –"

Jimin and the cameraman quickly quietly leave the scene once the second eldest hyung finally snaps and starts firing off a whole epitaph of broadcast inappropriate (and creative) obscenities that could make Namjoon's -riddled mind spin.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Jimin looks at the camera and with an uneasy smile, dragging a finger over his throat.

"Let's not air that, okay?"

The traumatized cameraman doesn't even consider rejecting that request.

Jin doesn't even have to ask what happened when Jimin walks through the door looking as if he just went through five minutes of handling Hoseok on sugar high and watching Namjoon try to choreograph a dance routine.

"You think if we bring him some food he'd rest for a bit?" Jin wonders worriedly as he drags out a chair for Jimin to sit on.

The orange-haired vocalist simply whines loudly and pretty much wraps his body around the chair.

"Ask someone else aside from me, hyung. I think Yoongi-hyung made it pretty clear that he didn't want me around by what he threw at me."

"...What did he throw at you?"

There's a pitiful sob. "A microphone."

Jin scoffs and briefly goes into their dorm's kitchen to take out a tray of pre-prepared food. There's a plastic-wrapped bowl of beef noodles and a flask of hot tea.