Just a lil problem

Swearing, Sweaty Shirts, and Snack Stealing

Sope Centric

"Holy shit I'm dying."

Both Yoongi and Seokjin were laying on the wooden floors, chests heaving with fatigue. Hoseok and Jimin laughed at their hyungs before continuing to critique each other.

"You need to stretch more before we perform this, Hyung, your leg's not getting high enough during the chorus."

Hoseok nodded along in agreement while catching his breath, as Jungkook walked back into the practice rooms, his hands full of various snacks. Seokjin lifted his head, eyes widening as soon as he noticed the array of foods.

"Jungkook! Throw me some!"

Jungkook had paused while walking, glancing down at his hyung with a smirk.

"Nah."

"You little- You better give me some, brat."

His smile only grew as he walked further away from the exhausted boys, being unable to move on the ground. Seokjin had tried getting up, but the pains in his back caused him to fall back down while yelling.

"Or what? You'll attack my ankles?"

Seokjin huffed as the maknae shoveled food into his mouth, purposefully humming in pleasure and licking his fingers.

"I swear to fucking god you-"

"No swearing pease."

Silence fell over the room, Jimin and Hoseok's conversation abruptly stopping, and Jungkook halted mid-devour. The voice was barely audible, but yet it had caught the attention of everyone in the room instantly.

"Yoonie don't like it."

They stopped themselves from cooing at the tired rapper on the floor, rubbing his eyes woth balled fists and yawning. Hoseok turned away from Jimin and stepped towards the boy, kneeling down to face him.

"Hey Yoonie, I haven't seen you in a while, hm?"

Looking up at the warming smile above him almost blinded him.

I should buy sunglassies, so I don't hurt my eyes no more when I look at Hobi.

The weird thought made him giggle to himself, and he felt arms underneath his knees and waist lifting him up.

His head flopped backward and he watched the ceiling move along with Hoseok's strides, eventually making it out of the room and towards the building's exit.

As the remaining three watched them leave, Jungkook smiled at the thought of his big, tough hyung being soft once more.

Maybe they'll stop treating me like a baby now.

"Mine!"

His head snapped up to watched Seokjin jump away from him, one of his precious snacks now in the hands of his hyung.

Yoongi had been carried out towards a car, Hoseok gently placing him in the backseat before sitting next to him. The driver took them back to their dorms, and Hoseok went around to his hyung's door, expecting to carry him inside.

Instead he was met with a stern faced Yoongi who barged past him and immediately inside, only calming down when he landed face first onto his bed.

"Yoonie?"

"F-fuck off, Hoseok."

The dancer had followed him to his room, wanting to care for 'Yoonie', but now stood awkwardly in the doorway.

"Yoonie, what happe-"

"That's not my name Hobi!"

Stepping away from the door, Hoseok joined the grumpy boy on the bed, tapping on his sweat stained back.