psa: i know i said i have exams, and i do, but i have studied to much i think my eyeballs are going to fall out so here's an update
also, while i'm at it, can anyone tell me what the hell "compare the ideologies and effects of dictators in the twentieth century (lenin, hitler, mussolini, stalin)" means bc i don't even know who that pasta ass sounding guy is

       Jin had laughed when Yoongi told him what happened. He'd put Jimin to bed and hurried out of the room, flustered but still holding true to his punishment. He'd practically broken his phone in half with the ferocity in which he was pressing the keyboard.

       "He asked if I was going to–" Yoongi choked on his words as he dropped his voice to a whisper. "Punish him. I think he hangs out with Jungkook too much, he's not usually like this."

       "Yoongi, he's probably horny. It's natural." Jin said nonchalantly. Yoongi could hear Jungkook's shrill laugh from the other side of the line and he blushed. "What's the big deal?"

       "The big deal is that he's supposed to be innocent, right? Like, like a kid." Yoongi said futilely. Jin laughed and Yoongi huffed, "hyung, seriously. I don't know what to do. He went from my sweet little Jimin, complaining about his stomach hurting and drinking like a cat to asking if I was afraid for him to see me naked."

       "Ah, so zero to one hundred real quick." Jin said. Yoongi just drew his eyebrows in together and shook his head; when had Jin turned into a teenager? "Anyway, I'd just prepare yourself for when he feels completely better. Looks like you're going to have a very needy boy on your hands soon."

       "He's already needy. Barely leaves me alone long enough to take a shit." Yoongi grumbled under his breath. Jin laughed and Yoongi sighed, resting his head against the wall. "Something about it just doesn't feel right, you know? Like you don't fuck a drunk person because technically they can't consent. This just feels the same to me."

"Their person isn't being altered, Yoongi. Just their personality. If you're worried about taking advantage of him, don't be. Jimin's twenty years old, he's going to have needs, little space or not." Jin said. Yoongi nodded even though Jin couldn't see him, and the older male continued. "So what's he doing as you talk to me? Just sitting in the corner with a boner? Oh, which reminds me, the boys took bets on how big Jimin is. You'll have to get back to me on that."

"No! Absolutely not! And he's asleep, or at least he's in bed." Yoongi said. He had walked to the kitchen and was absentmindedly pouring out the remnants of Jimin's milk and his coffee before slumping down against the counter.

       "In bed? You're not with him?" Jin asked, sounding nearly appalled.

       "No? This is his punishment, it's the only thing I could come up with." Yoongi said. He heard Jin huffing and puffing on the other line, like he was doing something and finally, when is stopped, Yoongi was afraid to ask.

       "Sorry, I was trying to get Jungkook into his pajamas. Anyway, Yoongi, ignoring your little isn't a punishment, it's like a modern form of torture. Go to bed, and in the morning take away his crayons or something. If I'm being honest, he didn't even really do anything wrong. He just doesn't know how to ask for what he wants, apparently. So, go to bed. If you're still overreacting in the morning, call me."

       "Overreacti–!" The line went dead and Yoongi pulled the phone back from his face and sighed. He set it on the counter and slowly made his way to his room, and he could hear Jimin's small snores from the hallway. He took a minute just to stand in the doorway and look at him, to take in how calm and unbothered and downright ethereal Jimin looked when he was asleep. Yoongi gently slipped under the covers, as to not was the sleep boy up, and ran his hand gently over the shell of Jimin's ear, his cheekbone, his nose, his lips, his jaw. Jimin sighed in his sleep and leant into Yoongi's touch, and the older boy wondered momentarily how he ever could have considered leaving him alone.

—

In the morning, Yoongi woke up alone. He pulled his eyebrows together in confusion when he looked at the clock; it was only seven thirty, and usually Jimin slept until eight or nine on the weekends. Yoongi got out of bed and walked to the living room, expecting Saturday morning cartoons to be playing on the television, but instead the news was on, and some middle aged man with a receding hairline was going on about how it was going to be sunny all week.

Yoongi then walked to the kitchen, his confusion growing when he found Jimin cooking. Actually cooking, not just throwing together a bunch of microwaveable foods, but actually properly cooking, in front of the stove and everything.

"You okay, Jimin?" Yoongi asked, because he didn't know what else to ask. The usual 'good morning, kitten,' didn't really seem to fit this time around.

"I'm fine, hyung, why do you ask?" Jimin asked, looking over his shoulder at Yoongi briefly. Yoongi was gaping at him, completely taken aback by the fact that Jimin had called him hyung. It'd been so long since Jimin had started calling him daddy he'd almost forgotten the honorific was used between them. "Are you okay? You look a little pale."

"Fine, just, confused. But fine." Yoongi said, slowly inching towards his phone. And grabbed it off the counter and immediately opened Jin's contact. Seemed like he was becoming more dependent on the older male by the day.

To: Jin hyung
I think I broke Jimin

From: Jin hyung
???

To: Jin hyung
he's watching the news and making pancakes and not wearing his onesie anymore I think I broke him what do I do

From: Jin hyung
He doesn't have to be in little space all the time, Yoongi,,,, don't worry about it

To: Jin hyung
he looks really sad and he took down all the pictures I had taped to the refrigerator and he's making breakfast

From: Jin hyung
Well, if it means that much to you and you can't get him back into his headspace, call me and I'll call Hoseok. Everyone can just come over to the apartment for a play date.

To: Jin hyung
he just turned on a history documentary and refuses to use his spirited away blanket

From: Jin hyung
I'll call Hoseok.

"Hey, Jimin, Jin hyung invited us over. Hoseok and Taehyung are going to be there too. Do you wanna shower first or should I shower first so you can finish your, ah, show?" Yoongi's eyes flickered between Jimin and the historian droning on about the Ming Dynasty. Jimin's face showed a little bit of hurt when Yoongi brought up showering alone, but if Jimin was going to be Big he was going to do everything Big.

"I'll go," Jimin said quietly before crawling off the couch and running into the bathroom. Yoongi had a fleeting concern for his bathroom floor, he wasn't sure how much water damage it would take to eat away the crappy linoleum, but all concerns left his mind when he heard the shower water running and Jimin's soft singing from inside the bathroom.

       Yoongi decided to skip his shower, he took one yesterday and Jimin had a tendency to use up all of the hot water. So he got dressed as slowly as he could, trying to pass the time until Jimin eventually got out of the shower and asked Yoongi to help him get dressed.

       Except, that moment never came because the next time Yoongi saw Jimin, he was standing in the doorway, fully dressed and waiting to leave. Yoongi bit his cheek to keep himself from looking hurt and led Jimin out the door.

When they got to Jin's house, Jungkook had answered the door. He was wearing a baby blue shirt and really fucking short shorts, so short to the point Yoongi had to wonder where he put his dick. He didn't ask.

"Jiminie hyung! Taetae and Seokie are here, too!" Jungkook yelled excitedly, grabbing Jimin's hand and pulling him into the house. Jimin followed him, but not with any of the usual enthusiasm. It was more like an older sibling being dragged downstairs on Christmas because Santa came. They act excited to keep their sibling excited, but the magic is lost on them.

"Hey, Yoongi." Jin said when Yoongi walked into the kitchen. He waved tiredly and sat down at the table across from Hoseok, who was busy trying to thread a needle. Yoongi looked at him oddly, because since when did Hoseok sew? and Hoseok sighed.

"Taehyung has a habit of playing too roughly with his toys. I'm basically a pro at reattaching buttons at this point." Hoseok said, holding up a few buttons and then a stuffed animal he recognized as Jungkook's bunny. It was so old that it had hardly any fluff and was basically just a floppy shell of cotton, but he wouldn't let Jin buy him a new one.

"I see," Yoongi said, nodding and looking through the window in Jin's kitchen. It was right above the sink so you could see into the living room, where Taehyung, Jungkook and Namjoon were all sat on the floor, gathered around Taehyung's phone watching a cartoon, while Jimin was on the couch, scrolling through his own phone. "I don't even know what happened. He's acting like an angsty teenager."

"So, yesterday, did you let him down easy?" Jin asked. Yoongi shrugged. He wasn't quite sure what that meant. "Like when he tried to give you a hand job, did you push him off and yell 'ew gross' or did you kindly say, 'not now, baby, daddy isn't ready.'?"

"None of the above." Yoongi said. Hoseok stopped trying to thread the needle for a second and looked at him.

"So you've just been ignoring him?" Hoseok questioned.

"Not really," Yoongi said, his gaze flittering back to where Jimin was laid on the couch and Jungkook was holding his hand, trying to pull him down onto the floor. "I mean, I still took a bath with him. Washed him, dried him, dressed him, put him to bed. The usual."

"And then you didn't go to bed with him." Jin dead panned and Hoseok looked at if he was about to stab himself with the sewing needle.

"Are you kidding, hyung? You didn't even go to bed with him? No wonder he's so upset." Hoseok said, forcefully threading the needle and stabbing it into the stuffed animal. "One time, I had some work to catch up on and sent Taehyung to bed alone and he I couldn't get him back into his headspace for a week. He was miserable."

"Wow, Hoseok, you make me feel so good about myself. You should be a motivational speaker." Yoongi rolled his eyes and watched as Namjoon got up off floor, patted Taehyung on the head and made his way towards the kitchen.

"How's it going, angel?" Jin asked as Namjoon plopped down on his lap. Namjoon shrugged and started playing with Jin's hands. He looked nearly as downtrodden as Jimin did. "Everything okay?"

"I feel bad for Jiminie." Namjoon said, laying his head back on Jin's shoulder and looking up at him. Jin nodded and Namjoon sighed. "He won't even color with Kookie. He offered him the new crayons and everything."

        "Did he tell you why he's so upset?" Jin asked. Namjoon's eyes flickered to where Yoongi was sitting, listening intently, and he turned around on Jin's lap so he could whisper in his ear. Jin nodded along as Namjoon talked to him. "Alright, well how about you put on a movie, we'll be in in a minute, okay?"

        Yoongi watched Namjoon leave, and as soon as he was back in the living room he spun around to look at Jin so quickly he feared his neck might snap. "Well?"

        "He thinks you don't like him enough to have sex with him." Jin said. Yoongi choked on air and Hoseok laughed, looping the thread through the button. "Which is funny, because haven't you been thirsting after him since you first started living together?"

       "Hyung–"

       "Remember he used to always come to drinks on Friday, 'oh, he's so cute, guys. Have you seen his abs? I just die, I want to fuck him. Hell, he could fuck me, I don't even care.'" Hoseok quoted, pitching his voice to match Yoongi's. Yoongi rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair.

       "It's not that I wouldn't have sex with him, but I've just gotten used to cute Jimin who colors me pictures and can't match an outfit to save his life." Yoongi said, resting his cheek against his hand.

       "Well, hyung, it may just be high time for you to bite the bit and give the boy a little bit of what he wants." Hoseok said, handing Jin the bunny, freshly buttoned, and standing up from his chair. "Now, the theme music for the Jungle Book has been playing for about ten minutes now, and I'm going to go watch it, cuddled up to my little who is both cute and sexually satisfied."

       Yoongi grumbled an insult under his breath and got up from his chair to follow Hoseok into the living room, Jin not far behind him, laughing to himself.