BTS ONESHOTS - b X b

Dinnertime Regrets (Yoonjin)

request from @ rabidwolf18 !! (sorry if this is the wrong user, this is what it was last i checked!!)

yoongi was fucking tired.

he's been up for roughly twenty six hours straight and it was starting to take a toll on him. he was having trouble working on the last song needed for the album and it felt like he was on the verge of dying when he finally completed it.

he really regretted making a deal with himself to not sleep until he gets it done because by the time he was home and at the dinner table, he had little to no filter and was saying whatever he pleased.

"yoongi, you have got to stop this, it's not healthy and you're going to overwork yourself," seokjin says to him while setting a plate of noodles in front of him. yoongi shrugs and blinks his bleary eyes at the food. "i'm fine hyung, i'll sleep after dinner,"

seokjin tsks and shakes his head. "not good enough. you need to promise me that you're not going to do this to yourself again," seokjin says sternly, making yoongi shiver. seokjin always seemed to be prettier when he was angry.

taehyung snorts from beside namjoon. "i already tried that, hyung. didn't work. he's a workaholic."

seokjin doesn't say anything, just stares at yoongi with those piercing eyes of his. yoongi felt like caving. "fine."

a smile spreads over the eldest's face that made yoongi's breath hitch. everything about him was incredibly genuine and beautiful. "what? how come you listened to him but you didn't listen to me? i thought i knew you," hoseok gasps in a joking manner, but yoongi's brain was too tired to comprehend the sarcasm. he really had to watch what he said now.

"maybe it's because i'm in love with him, i dunno," the words slip out before he could stop them, and the room goes completely silent.

yoongi's eyes widen and he curses under his breath. shit.

shit shit shit.

"well fuck, didn't know that," jimin breathes out, attempting to break the silence that loomed over the room.

yoongi stood up quickly, his chair screeching against the floor quite loudly before he takes his plate to the sink. he washes his dishes as fast as he could, heart racing in his chest.

the moment his head hits the pillow he's out like a light, anxiety swirling in his tummy.

———

yoongi had thought that it would be more awkward. had he really spent the entire night overthinking for nothing?

he must have, since seokjin's attitude toward him hasn't negatively changed, or changed at all. he was still the same caring hyung he always has been, and it made yoongi confused. why wasn't he mentioning what he said the night before? everyone else was teasing him and making kissy noises every time he and seokjin interacted.

"so when's the wedding?" jimin asks at breakfast. yoongi glares at him from across the table, internally wishing for him to shut up. "what wedding?" seokjin asks, placing a plate of pancakes in front of namjoon with a pat on his head. "the wedding between you and yooni," taehyung laughs out, nearly choking on his breakfast.

"don't choke on your food, taehyung." is all he says, not acknowledging what he said at all.

yoongi supposed he should be relieved that seokjin wasn't talking about it, but he felt an annoying coldness tugging at his chest. did he really not care? was this his way of letting him down slowly?

yoongi huffed and furrowed his eyebrows. he drops his fork onto his plate, and the clattering noise gains the attention from all the members. "yoongi? are you alright?" yoongi doesn't say anything, just stands up and pushes his chair in. "yeah, i'm fine. i'll be at the studio."