sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ's ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ (ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅsᴘᴀᴄᴇ)

All morning, not one single person had been allowed inside of Seokjin and Yoongi's shared room. Not the cleaners, not an assistant to brief them on their schedule for the day, not even one of their groupmates. No one went in, and just as importantly, no one went out. And some part of Hoseok was itching to find out why; not only because he was nosy, but because he was worried for his hyung, his best friend, his ball of black hair and crumpled-up song lyrics.

Yet the self-proclaimed bouncer residing stubbornly inside the door only shook his head. "He just isn't feeling well. Told me that he doesn't want any visitors."

"Not even Namjoon?"

"Not even Namjoon. Or you."

- or, the one where baby Yoongi has a secret, and Hoseok is determined to get to the bottom of it. Who knows-- maybe they both are keeping one.

(( this story contains littlespace, or CGL antics. If this kind of caring relationship is not something you like, then kindly do not read.♡ ))
Cross-posted off of my ao3 account, @bogoshxpda.♡