The Little Things | Yoonseok

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Ding dong.

J-Hope continued to towel dry his hair as he wore a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt he stole from the merchandise stand. He walked towards the door, completely forgetting that Suga was supposed to arrive that night. Upon seeing him, he was surprised. He was even more surprised at the sight and the smell of food. His stomach growled. He had forgotten to eat. This was probably why. He smiled apologetically, rubbing his hand along the back of his neck, a habit he had gained from the older one.

"I brought the food, but I assume you're brain forgot." The red head's face shone in the light from his makeup creating this angelic presence around him that J-Hope couldn't stop admiring. It almost gave him a run for his money. He stared shamelessly at the older one now noticing that one of his eyes was smaller than the other, but it was so unnoticeable that it added this sense of mystery to his facial features. He carved the shape of his nose and lips into the back of his brain. He finally understood what the girls saw in this man. He was quite attractive when you saw him.

He shook his head to rid the thoughts that popped up and grabbed him by the wrist pulling him into his shared room. Jimin wasn't there yet. He was currently with V and Jungkook in their room playing video games. "I never forgot!" He said. Suga's eyes rolled and he placed the bag down. "I didn't. I took a shower and well..." he didn't know what to say. Anything that popped in his head made him sound like an ass.

"Just eat the food," the older muttered, pulling out his phone to check his messages. At that moment, J-Hope knew he had screwed up. Suga never pulled out his phone around him. He had seriously screwed up.

"Thank you," he whispered, opening the bag. Suga's eyebrow raised slightly. "Thank you for the food, and for coming over tonight. I think Jimin is staying all night with the kids so I was going to be alone anyways." At this Suga's frown slightly curved. J-Hope noticed this and handed him a bowl of ramen. "Eat with me?"

"How can I say no to you?" He took the bowl and sat on the floor leaning against Jimin's bed, J-Hope accompanying him. They sat there for hours, talking, laughing, and eating. They sat there enjoying the company of the other. It was nice. Something told Suga that he'd be spending a lot more time here in the next few days.

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His head pounded. His body ached. He missed his bed. He regretted asking for help. He resented the horse at that very moment. How dare he make him work this hard on their break. Slowly he laid on the ground, the hardwood floor comforting his aching muscles. Why couldn't they do this in his room? He was the lucky one who didn't have to share, since there was 7 of them, and he used that to his advantage.

He had built a mini studio where another person should be, yet there was still a lot more room than the space they practiced in at that very moment. A smile grazed his lips as he thought of his studio. He was so proud of it. Of course, nothing made there would ever be heard, but it helped him practice his skills and perfect them. Only the best for Bangtan, he thought.

"Come on hyung," a breathless J-Hope whined.  Suga shook his head, soaking in the cold the floor produced. He could really use a nap. "Hyunnnnnnng..." he whined again. Suga sighed, but reluctantly got up. He knew how much this meant to J-Hope. He usually went to Jungkook or Jimin for help with choreo. However, this time he went to J-Hope and he thought J-Hope thought that he needed to prove he hadn't made a mistake.

"You don't need to prove yourself," he breathed. He took a sip of water and let it cool his insides.

"What're you talking about?"

"I don't like the way Jungkook teaches and Jimin is all about perfection in very pose. I'd rather get help from you anyway," he said, sipping on his water gently. J-Hope finally took the cue and sat on his bunk, next to the red head. He grabbed his bottle of water and took big gulps. Suga didn't get it, did he?

"I don't care that Jungkook teaches like you're 5 or that Jimin is a perfectionist," he muttered.

"Then why are you trying to prove yourself? We already know you're the best dancer here. If you keep-"

"I need to keep that title!" He shouted. He looked at the ground. Suga looked at him shocked. "I need to keep that title, Yoongi. Without it, I am nothing. Without me, Bangtan would still go on. I don't add anything special to the group. Both you and Namjoon can rap. Jimin and Jungkook kill it in the dance aspect. Being known as the best dancer who everyone goes to help for when they struggle is all I have. Not Jungkook. Not Jimin. Me. I am nothing without that title." His hands caressed the bottle gently, tilting it up and down, his focus drawn to it and ignoring the man he had just confessed to.

Suga's mouth hung open slightly. He really thought like this? J-Hope knew it wasn't true, didn't he? He was a crucial part of this team. The red head took the bottle and crouched in front of his friend. Placing the bottle down, he replaced it with his long fingers, gently squeezing the other's.

"You're our hope, you're our angel. You're our J-Hope, Hoseok, and no one could ever take that away from us. You are just as much a part of this group as Namjoon, or Jin hyung, or even Jungkook. You are our sunshine even when it rains and those who say otherwise have yet to see what everyone in Bangtan sees. Don't give up on hope, Hoseok. It's the little things that count." He smiled as a smile appeared on the face of the brunette.

Thank you, Yoongi hyung.