Rainbow - BTS

33 - Indigo

I know that our hearts beat in time
I know that we understand each other
I've got your back, you've got mine
I'll always be there for you, brother

whatever happened in the past wasn't made to last
whatever we go through, I know I have you
whatever the future holds, as we grow old
two different hues, two different blues

this is what family means to me

When Namjoon calls him, to tell him where Taehyung was, Yoongi's not surprised. The orange was looking like he was starting to struggle. Every time the two of them spoke, over the last few days, the indigo could sense something in the air. Some sort of frustration, or nervousness. But Taehyung never talks about himself, or his issues. Not to Yoongi.

Of course, Jungkook's involvement is a bit unexpected, since the two of them barely know each other, but the green wouldn't let anyone he knew sleep on the streets, regardless of their condition: sober, drunk, or high. It wouldn't matter to him. He cares too much, feels too much, doesn't want anyone to be in pain.

Life isn't always that easy, though.

Yoongi's sat in his kitchen, coffee in his hand, cats curled up in their various beds: Ebony's little fluffy cushion, Jet's old cardboard box (he chose it, Yoongi's not that cruel), Sable's miniature throne-like bed, Onyx's bigger throne-like bed, Charcoal's normal bed, and Slate's newer box. For the cats who live in boxes, Yoongi's ripped up small fluffy blankets to make them more comfortable. Because these are his babies, and nobody will stop him from making sure they are happy.

There's a sort of quiet peace to the day, one that never seems to appear for Yoongi and his cats, one that all seven of them appreciate more than the indigo would ever admit. Maybe life is sometimes complicated, difficult, painful, in a million different ways. Maybe life has given Yoongi more unpleasantness than necessary. Maybe life has provided him with a secondary family, who seem to get him better than his birth parents ever could. The cats, his brother, his friends. The people that matter.

And then his phone rings, and he rolls his eyes, picking up the device and answering the call. "What's up?"
"Hyung....." Namjoon's voice is quiet, a little defeated, a tone that Yoongi's not heard much in his life.
"Joon? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Yoongi questions, sitting up straight, his previous lethargy gone. The cats look up from their little donuts, blinking at him in confusion. "What's going on?"

"Can I...Can I come see you?" Namjoon just asks, that terrified tone of voice still in place, tugging at Yoongi's heartstrings.
"Of course you can, buddy. I'd never stop you."
"But you just had an episode...."
"Yeah, and I'm fine now. Come on, get your ass round here. I'll make you a coffee."

There's a moment of silence. "Joon?" Yoongi says quietly. "You there?"
"Yeah..I just don't know what to do. It's difficult...you know how Jinnie gets when he's worried. I feel bad for leaving him when he's stressed-"
"But at the same time, you can't cope with that kind of energy right now?" Yoongi guesses. "He's probably mad at Tae, isn't he?"
"I mean...yeah. But he's got a right to be, after everything-"

"Joon. Please, for the love of the cats. Get your ass over here. I'm making you a coffee," the indigo insists, and Namjoon sighs.
"Are you sure?" Yoongi rolls his eyes.
"Joon."
"Alright, on my way."

When Namjoon hangs up, Yoongi just sits in his kitchen for a few seconds, watched by six very baffled cats. And then he jolts upright, swears under his breath, and stands up, starting to make a coffee, knowing that the frazzled blue will need the caffeine to cope with all the bullshit his life has thrown at him lately.

And when Namjoon knocks on the door maybe ten minutes later, Yoongi's ready with a freshly made mug on the kitchen table, prepared for the way his younger brother seems to almost fall into a hug. He responds to the action without hesitation, as the cats crowd around their feet, and Namjoon kneels down to greet the babies.