A Helping Hand | MYG & KTH

5 ~ Small Talk

"Thank you, Yoongi. You can go take a look around the house now, if you'd like. And you can claim any bedroom you want, I'm not going to choose that kind of thing for you boys." I tell him gently. He looks up at me from this, and it's probably the most innocent look I've ever seen on a single person.

"Are you really gonna bring them all home?" He murmurs softly, still tipping his head back to look up at me. I give him a small smile, nodding as I begin running my fingers through his hair.

"Yes, Yoongi. I'm going to bring every single one of them home. That's tomorrow's job though, okay? Today is just getting the two of us moved in and getting you comfortable." I answer lightly, hoping to help put him at ease. A tiny smile pulls at his lips before he's nuzzling his head into me once more.

"Thank you, Jae."

I merely watch as he reluctantly pulls away from me again, taking another sip of the hot chocolate before looking around the first floor we're on.

"To our right, there's some studios. That way you and the others have an actual room that's already set up with equipment for whenever you feel like getting any of that work done. There's also one for myself, as you know I'll need to keep up on my own work. Upstairs, I would assume are the bedrooms. Downstairs, should be a dance room and a workout room." I inform him with another small smile. He returns it this time, nodding his head before sighing and standing.

"Is there any room in particular that you want while you're here with us?" Yoongi asks quietly, turning back around to look over at me with a curious gaze. I simply shake my head at this.

"Wherever the seven of you don't care to be is the room I'll take, Yoongi." I respond, watching when he merely shrugs in response before beginning to lug all of the bags upstairs. I have little doubt that most of it isn't his, knowing he probably brought everyone else's things with him when coming here.

Once he disappears up the stairs, I finally push myself to stand as well. I decide upon first moving my bags over to the corner of the living room for the time being, figuring lunch will be a good next step for the both of us considering the time. Afterwards, I can claim one of the studios mine and get to work on everything so that Daewoo can't completely bitch me out for doing nothing.

I know I'm taking on a lot considering I had more than enough on my plate before this even came up, but I'm not just going to let them all get fucked over and ruined just because I'm a little busy. Besides, when you begin to add in the fact that Yoongi really did look as lost and scared that day he and his manager were there as he had just previously mentioned? There was no way I'd have been able to have said no with just that fact alone.

Shaking all of the thoughts off, I make my way towards the kitchen and begin preparing lunch for the two of us.

Right now, my focus shouldn't be on how busy I'm about to become starting tomorrow, but on how exactly I'm going handle everything. Tomorrow itself will be insane, just in the fact that I have run around to three different places and get six different guys home altogether, six guys who barely know me. I suppose that'll probably bring about tons of questions from them all though, so I guess I can give them some time to get answers out of me before I have to get some more work done. Maybe it'll be at that point when I come up with a serious game plan for them all. That way, I'll have time to assess just how badly everyone's really doing and ways to go about getting them all back onto the same page.

Nodding quietly to myself at this, I hurry up to finish getting lunch made so that I can get to work, knowing I'll have very little time for it tomorrow. Though, just as I'm plating the food, I hear footsteps slowly padding down the staircase.

"I've made lunch up for you, Yoongi. You don't have to eat right now if you don't want, but it's ready for you when you want it." I inform him gently, looking over to him with a small smile as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. He returns a small smile at this, nodding as he makes his way over towards me. He takes his food when he grows near before motioning with his head for me to follow him. I can't help but give him a curious look at this, following nonetheless since I don't really know what he's doing or wants.

"Jae, what all is it that you do? I-I know that you're in the industry with us, but your manager made it kind of sound like you didn't actually have the time to be doing all of this and helping us." Yoongi asks shyly once we've sat down on the couch together. I smile at this before taking a bite of food, mildly amused by his bashfulness.

"Yoongi, I've got plenty of time to be helping all of you out, and even if I didn't, it still wouldn't change anything. Okay? You don't need to worry about that." I respond softly, hoping to help put his mind to ease on that. I watch as his cheeks tint a light pink though, rubbing the back of his neck for a moment.

"But what do you actually do? I-I trust you that you'll help us and that you'll bring them all back to me, b-but I thought maybe I could just get to know you a little better? It-it would just be nice to know a little more than just your name and band since you're doing so much for us." Yoongi counters quietly, seeming even more shy than before. I chuckle lightly at this, nodding.

"Well, I guess telling you a bit about myself wouldn't hurt anything, now would it? Let's see, I grew up in Daegu and I'm the same age as Jimin and Taehyung. I'm currently part of a band called Starlight. I am a songwriter, choreographer, and producer for Starlight, myself, BlackPink, Stray Kids, and Dreamcatcher. I'm also the leader for Starlight and the main rapper of the group. And I'm currently about to go into what'll hopefully be my last year of school. I think that wraps me up in a nutshell."