Jin stuttered, his voice shaky, "Uh, well... since I was having a fever yesterday, it got worse at night. I called Yoongi, and he... he took care of me the whole night. Only about an hour ago, he finally went to sleep."

The maknaes exchanged glances, clearly not buying the story. Taehyung raised an eyebrow, "Hyung, are you sure that's what happened?"

Jungkook crossed his arms, looking between the two. "Yeah, Tae's right."

Yoongi, still flushed, sighed deeply. "I am exhausted. Jin hyung needed me, so I stayed with him. Now, I needed him, so he stayed with me. End of story," he said, now glaring at the maknaes.

Hobi then asked, "But why didn't you tell us? We could have helpe-"

Namjoon quickly stepped in. "Alright, enough. Yoongi hyung and Jin hyung were just taking care of each other. Let’s not make a big deal out of it. We have a busy day ahead, remember?"

The maknaes nodded, though their curiosity was far from satisfied.

Jungkook mumbled, "Okay, but next time, let us know. We were really worried."

As the two eldest nodded, the others slowly backed out of the room, with the maknaes still making curious glances over their shoulders.

Once the door was closed, Yoongi let out a heavy sigh of relief, collapsing back onto the bed.

"That... was close," Jin whispered, his heart still racing.

Yoongi nodded, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Too close. We need to be more careful..."

Jin agreed. For now, they were safe.

Yoongi then groaned as he shifted on the bed, his back aching. "Ah, my back hurts," he muttered to himself, wincing slightly.

Jin's cheeks flushed red. "Oh... Sorry, Yoongi..."

Yoongi waved a hand dismissively, laying on his side, his back facing Jin as his ears went red. "It's... It's fine. Just... maybe next time, be a little more gentl-"

"Next time?" Jin quickly asked as his eyes widened slightly, his face going red.

Yoongi groaned, trying to play it cool but failed as heat rose to his face. "I... I mean, if it comes to that again..."

Jin nodded slowly, still processing everything. "I... I will remember that..."

A knock on the door interrupted the awkwardness. Namjoon peeked in, his expression slightly serious. "Hyungs, we need to get ready. We have a busy schedule today."

Yoongi sighed, struggling to sit up. "Yeah, yeah. We're coming."

Namjoon nodded, closing the door behind him.

Jin exhaled deeply, stuttering slightly as he spoke. "Well..., whatever happened... I just want to say that I'm thankful for you, Yoongi, for helping me..."

Yoongi just nodded, looking away, his face still red from embarrassment. Silence filled the room, and the awkwardness between them grew more.

Finally, ever the eldest and responsible one, Jin started, "Alright," he began. "Let's not overthink anything. We'll just get through the day as usual."

Yoongi quickly glanced at him, his expression questioning. Jin noticed the look and raised an eyebrow. "W-What..?" he asked.

Yoongi sighed, shaking his head slightly. "It's just... everything feels different now..."

Jin nodded silently. "I know," he softly admitted, fidgeting his fingers. "But we can't let it affect us... right? We have a job to do, and the others are counting on us..."

Yoongi exhaled and took a deep breath, finally meeting Jin's eyes. "You're right. We'll just... take it one step at a time..."

Jin offered a small smile. "Exactly. Now, let's get ready." He said as he helped Yoongi get out of bed, supporting him as they moved towards the bathroom to freshen up.

But they knew that they had crossed a line, and there was no going back.

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Throughout the day at the company, Yoongi sighed continuously to himself, feeling his muscles more sore than earlier, which didn't go unnoticed by the other members, especially Jin. He felt a pang of guilt, knowing that Yoongi was in pain because of him.

Who wouldn't be after such intimate sessions?

During a meeting, when all the members sat beside eachother with their manager and staffs, some leaned over to whisper to him. Jimin was the first, his voice low and filled with concern. "Yoongi hyung, you okay?"

Yoongi nodded, attempting to hide the cramps he felt in his muscles. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired."

A few minutes later, Hoseok glanced over, worry etched on his face as he whispered, "Hyung, you look really uncomfortable. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm okay, Hoba," Yoongi replied, leaving a soft exhale. "Just need to stretch a bit later."

Even some of the staff noticed him and during a brief break, their manager approached him. "Yoongi, are you feeling well? You don't look too good."

Yoongi gave another nod, though it was clear he was struggling. "I'm alright, really. Just didn't sleep well last night. I will be fine."

Jin, observing all of this from a distance, felt more guilty. He knew the true reason behind Yoongi's discomfort and couldn't shake the feeling that he was the one responsible. As the meeting continued, he kept glancing over at him, his concern evident.

During another break, the leader approached Yoongi, his brow furrowed. "Hyung, you seem really out of it today. Do you need to see a doctor or something? You know, it's completely alright."

Yoongi shook his head, getting up slowly from his chair to strech his muscles, not meeting his gaze as his ears reddened. "...No, Namjoon. I'll be fine. Just need some rest..."

And as soon as the meeting was over, Jin approached the leader to ask if they could leave now. Namjoon, sensing his urgency, nodded in agreement. With a slight wave of his hand, he signaled to the other members that they were leaving.

Jin then turned his attention to Yoongi, gently guiding him away from the group as they walked towards the waiting cars, with the other members already going ahead.

He kept his voice low, concern evident in his eyes as he whispered to Yoongi, leaning in close to his ear, "Yoongi-yah, are you sure you're alright? Do you need anything for the pain?"

Yoongi felt his face heat up at the sudden closeness and he stuttered, trying to reassure him, "I... I'll be okay, hyung... Just tired and sore, but I'll manage."

Not satisfied with his answer, Jin pressed gently, "Do you want to take a break from tomorrow's activities? I can talk to the manager for you. And I'm really sorry. I didn't realize you'd be this sore."

Yoongi hesitated. His mind suddenly flashing back to their intimate night together, making him flush even more. "It's... It's alright, hyung. Let's see how I feel tomorrow," he replied softly, avoiding Jin's gaze.

Jin nodded understandingly, though guilt still gnawed at him. "Alright, but if you need anything, please just tell me, I will try my best to help you," he murmured, wishing he could do more to ease Yoongi's discomfort.

They reached the cars where Namjoon was already waiting.

Yoongi, Jin, and Namjoon got into one car while Hobi and the maknae line settled into the other. The atmosphere in the car was subdued as they headed back to their dorms.

The whole drive was filled with an awkward tension as Jin drove the car and the two rappers sat together in the back seat.

Yoongi couldn't bring himself to look at Namjoon, knowing that he already knew what had happened between him and Jin the previous night. He kept his gaze fixed out the window, feeling the embarrassment and shame settle over him like a suffocating blanket.

His cheeks reddened with embarrassment at the mere thought, and he fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. His face flushed with humiliation and he felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that made his skin crawl.

Jin, too, felt the tension as he focused on the road ahead, stealing some glances at Yoongi from the corner of his eye.

Namjoon, sensing the awkwardness, remained quiet. He stole a glance at Yoongi with an unreadable expression, wondering how Yoongi was coping up with everything from the intimate encounter last night. He didn't press him with questions or attempts at conversation, understanding that the eldest rapper needed time to process everything that had happened. He was actually quite worried about him.

The car ride was filled with a tense silence, only broken by the soft hum of the engine and the occasional sounds of traffic outside.

As the road seemed to stretch more and more, Yoongi wanted to disappear into the seat, to escape the prying eyes and unspoken judgments he imagined from Namjoon, despite knowing Namjoon's understanding nature.

And when the car finally pulled up to their dorm, he couldn't get out fast enough. He muttered a quick thanks to Jin for the ride and practically fled to his room, leaving Namjoon and Jin behind. The other members looked at eachother, not knowing why he was in a sudden rush, getting quite worried about him.

Now, alone in his room, Yoongi felt drained. He buried his face in his hands, trying to block out the memories and the shame that threatened to overwhelm him. He knew he needed time to come to terms with everything, but for now, all he wanted was to be alone with his thoughts, away from prying eyes and lingering awkwardness.

He flopped onto his bed, burying his face into his pillow. He let out a groan that turned into a string of muttered curses.

"Fuck, fuck! God, why me?!" he groaned again, his voice slightly muffled by the pillow.

He lay there for a moment, contemplating the absurdity of the situation. "Why did Namjoon have to know about all this?" His voice filled with embarrassment. "And everyone caught me in Jin hyung's bed, of all places!"

Turning onto his back, he stared up at the ceiling, his hands still covering half his face. "I can't show my face to anyone now," he sighed dramatically, imagining the teasing looks from the other members. "They're probably all gossiping about me already. Fuck."

He rolled over onto his stomach again, muffling another groan into his pillow. "Why couldn't I just have a normal day?" he says, his voice muffled. "Now I have to deal with this awkwardness."

And then suddenly, he sat up abruptly, his eyes widening in realization. "What if they think I'm avoiding them?" he whispered to himself, panic setting in. "I can't let them think that!"

Wanted to face the situation head-on, he stood up and paced around his room. "Okay, I just need to act normal," he muttered to himself, trying to psych himself up. "Normal Yoongi. Cool, collected Yoongi, like always."

He took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders. "You have been through worse," he reassured himself, giving himself a firm nod in the mirror. "You can handle this."

He then grabbed his phone and checked the time. "Okay, maybe I'll just stay in my room for a little while longer," he admitted to himself, sinking back onto his bed with a sigh. "Just until the awkwardness wears off a bit."

He tried to relax despite the chaos swirling in his mind. "Everything will get better," he promised himself, hoping that time would indeed heal the embarrassment of today's events.

He lay on his bed for a while, staring at the ceiling, his mind finally settling down enough to properly process the events of last night - well, as much as he could with a sore back and a head full of embarrassment.

"Okay..." he muttered to himself, "let's... let's break this down. Last night, I found myself in hyung's room. In his bed. How did that even happen?"

He scratched his head, trying to recall the sequence of events without blushing too much. "...Right, he said he was sick. I went to check on him. And then..." His face flushed again as the memories flooded back.

"I... I mean, I'm not complaining about helping him out," he reasoned with himself, "but why does it have to be so... complicated...?" He sighed deeply, his cheeks still tinged with embarrassment. "And now everyone knows. Well, not everyone. But Namjoon knows. That's enough awkwardness for one day."

He then got some notifications in his mobile and scrolled through some messages from the other members. "Jimin asking if I'm okay, Hoba being all concerned," he muttered, "they're all worried about me. And... And here I am, unable to even look them in the eye..."

He rolled onto his side, wincing slightly at the twinge in his back. "Note to self: next time, just... Just take it easy," he chuckled dryly. "But seriously, how do I face hyung now? He's probably feeling just as awkward..." He muttered to himself.

"Well, Min Yoongi," he then said aloud, addressing himself in seriousness, "you've survived worse. Just another chapter in the book of BTS..."

He breathed in and out slowly, trying to calm his racing thoughts. His muscles still throbbed with soreness, especially his back where he felt the most discomfort. Each breath seemed to bring a reminder of that intense night.

As he lay there, he couldn't help but replay the events in his mind again. "But... why did it have to be so intense...?" he muttered to himself, wincing again as he shifted slightly to find a more comfortable position. "Hyung could have... He could have been more gentle..."

He sighed. He knew he needed to rest and recover from everything. "Maybe I should have taken up on the offer to skip tomorrow's activities," he pondered aloud, regretting his decision to soldier through the day. "But I didn't want them to worry..."

He closed his eyes, trying to focus on relaxation techniques he had learned over the years. "Breathe in, breathe out," he whispered to himself, trying to release the tension in his muscles. Slowly, he felt himself drifting into a state of semi-consciousness, the exhaustion finally catching up with him.

Hours passed in a blur as he dozed off and on, his mind drifting between dreams and thoughts, with no members interrupting him. And occasionally, he woke with a start, his body tensed from the discomfort. Each time, he reminded himself to relax and let go.

By the time evening approached, the soreness in his muscles had eased slightly, though he knew it would take more time to fully recover. "I need to take it easy," he murmured to himself.

As the sun set outside his window, casting a warm glow into the room, Yoongi finally allowed himself to fully relax, instead of just dozing off and on like earlier.

"I'll be okay," he assured himself softly.

"...Just another day in the life of Min Yoongi."

With that thought, Yoongi closed his eyes, drifting off into a peaceful slumber.