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"Yoongi, baby, do you want to explain it or do you want me too?" Yoongi lifted his head to look at the group and whined.

"Seokie let Yoongi go?" Hobi nodded and placed the boy on the cushion next to him. Yoongi leaned heavily into Hobi with a scared expression on his face.

"It's okay, love, just start talking." Hobi rubbed Yoongi's back and wrapped an arm around his waist, making the mint haired boy whine and push away with blush tinged cheeks. Jin smiled at the scene across from him as he ran a hand through Jungkook's hair. Yoongi took a few deep breaths and slowly felt his little space drifting and his regular mindset returning. He glanced at Hobi who gave him a thumbs up with the hand not wrapped around Yoongi's thin waist. Yoongi looked back at his friends who were waiting in hushed anticipation.

"So, uh, I'm a little." Jin let out a bark of laughter, not at Yoongi but at the way he segued into the conversation. The raven haired boy seemed a bit taken aback before Jin spoke up.

"Subtlety was never an option for you, Yoongi, was it?" Hobi snorted and pulled Yoongi closer. Yoongi let out a protesting whine but made no attempts to move from where he was snuggled into Hobi's side. Taehyung was a little concerned for Hobi's health but out of self preservation he kept his mouth firmly closed, Jimin was in a similar boat. Jungkook was really only worried about eating lunch and taking a nap, while Namjoon looked relaxed on the outside but inside he was screaming. Hobi whispered in Yoongi's ear.

"I can explain and you can interject where you see fit, does that sound good?" Yoongi nodded immediately and laid his head on Hobi's shoulder. He wasn't in little space but even The Min YoongiTM needed to cuddle at least once a month. Once Yoongi had settled in Hobi launched into explaining what had happened with the occasional add on from Yoongi.

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It took all of 15 minutes to explain everything to the group and they all looked at Yoongi with dumbstruck expressions. He felt weird being the centre of attention and was thankful when Jungkook asked if it was lunch time. Jin laughed and picked Jungkook up, slinging him onto his right hip while motioning for the rest of the group to follow them to kitchen. Jungkook was really only worried about getting more food despite the fact that he had eaten at 9 that morning. Taehyung and Jimin just followed Jin, too dumbstruck to do anything else, Namjoon ended the group line into the kitchen and only Hobi and Yoongi were left in the living room. Hobi was content to just let Yoongi sit until the little said something but then he remembered how shit Yoongi was at taking care of himself.

"Yoongi, honey, when was the last time you ate?" Hobi whispered the question in Yoongi's ear. Yoongi scrunched up his face, thought for a moment, and then shrugged.

"Thursday?" It was more of a question than an answer but Hobi would let it slide. Hobi began to stand and resituated Yoongi on his hip so the little was comfortable.

"Then we're going to eat because it's Saturday and you need to eat." Yoongi began to whine in protest but was quickly cut off my Hobi slipping his soother in his mouth. Yoongi glared at Hobi but made no move to spit it out. Hobi carried Yoongi into the kitchen and passed him off to Namjoon.

"Hold him while I make him a sandwich." Namjoon didn't have a choice on whether or not he was going to hold Yoongi as the little was already in his lap before Hobi finished his sentence. Namjoon tried to keep the panic out of his voice.

"Uh, Hobi? What if he bites me?"

"He won't or at least I think he won't, he's not Kookie." Jungkook has these weird moods where he'd bite everything, including people, and he took no prisoners. Hobi's answer really did nothing to soothe Namjoon's ruffled feathers about holding what he perceived to be a dangerous threat. Or at least Yoongi was a dangerous threat until he smiled up at Namjoon before laying his head on his shoulder and closing his eyes. Taehyung and Jimin watched in riveted horror and Yoongi curled up in Namjoon's lap.