I'd Give You My Lungs So You Could Breathe (ONE-SHOT)

I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

Jin

Jin is the only one that's older than Yoongi, so he's the only one that can "hyung" Yoongi without Yoongi feeling awkward or annoyed.

Jin is Yoongi's calm in the Bangtan storm, an oasis in madness and loud. Jin is always quiet around Yoongi when they are alone, keeping their room a little place of peace that Yoongi can always turn to when he feels overwhelmed. They keep their room clean, straightened, warm, quiet, a nest of softness in the midst of all the noise.

Yoongi will throw hands at anyone who tries to take his roommate away. Jin is his to stay with, his to fold laundry for behind closed doors, his to complain to when he just needs to bitch. Yoongi is the same for Jin. They're the two eldest, they lean on each other so they don't burden the others. Namjoon is an exception, their leader, but he's so busy that they try not to bother him about the things that don't really matter.

The night Agust D drops, Yoongi stays off the Internet and away from almost everyone. Manager tells him it's streaming huge, that it's getting hits like no ones business and Yoongi is so grateful, but he doesn't want to deal with it right now. He doesn't want to overthink it, because then he'll regret something, even though he's so proud of himself and really fucking emotional.

Instead, Yoongi accepts the hugs and claps on the back from the others, goes and hides in his room, and that night, for the first time, he crawls into Jin's bed and curls up under Jin's ridiculously huge shoulders, tucking his face into his only hyung's chest and lets Jin stroke his hair as he listens to Jin's quiet whispers of how proud he is of Yoongi.

Yoongi cries that night. Jin pulls a blanket over their heads and lets Yoongi sob it out, covering him completely with his body until the only bit of Yoongi that someone could see if they looked was his bleached hair. Yoongi is warm and he's safe and he's protected and he's loved and he made it, he made it. Min Yoongi is not dead, Min Yoongi is fucking alive and kicking and he's currently crying under a duvet with his hyung holding him tight to his chest and whispering praise under his breath and Min Yoongi would like to see the motherfucker that tries him right now.

Because now he is happy, and he'll fucking fight anyone that tries to fuck that up. Tear trails and all.

Hoseok

Hoseok is so different than Yoongi.

Hoseok is sunshine, bright radiant happiness that fills every crack and void in a person's life until they forget what they were ever sad about. He's loud and vibrant and funny and sexual and touchy, so different from Yoongi that Yoongi didn't know what to do when they met. Jimin's like that too, a polar opposite, but Yoongi was expecting the maknaes to be like that. They're idol maknaes, it's practically in the job description. Yoongi is expecting to baby some sunshiney dongsaengs.

Hoseok isn't a maknae.

Hoseok isn't a maknae, even though he's bright like one- but he's also totally not like one at the same time because Hoseok goes dancing sex demon in five seconds and fucking growls into his microphone like no ones business. Hoseok isn't cute. When he's sexy, it isn't hidden behind chubby cheeks or a young age the way the youngest three are. When Hoseok goes sexy on stage or wherever, he's sexy. So what the fuck? What the fuck does Yoongi do with that?

He feels bad sometimes, about how he acted when they first met. Yoongi still doesn't like people touching him and back in 2013, he certainly wasn't used to it the way he is now. Yoongi doesn't feel bad about not being comfortable with the level of skinship that Hoseok or 95z or even Jin thrives off of, but he does sometimes feel bad about the way he would snap if Hoseok touched him or grabbed him. He sees clips online sometimes, where he can see his old reaction to abrupt touch and Hoseok's immediate guarded, heartbroken look in response to whatever lethal reaction Yoongi threw at him.