CONGRATULATIONS AGUST D FOR WINNING BEST MALE SOLO ARTIST IM SO FUCKING WET

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"We need to talk." Agust crossed his arms, leaning against the bedroom door to shut it.

Namjoon paused, in the middle of changing into his sleep clothes. "I'm not RM yet."

"I didn't say I needed to talk to my baby, I said we need to talk." Agust walked over. He paused by the end of the bed, his fingers gripping the headboard.

Namjoon noticed the tense motion and quickly slid his shirt on. "Okay, we're talking. Stay calm and tell me what's up."

"Don't be my therapist." Agust snapped. He looked over his shoulder at the closed door, and when he turned back, he only looked at the floor. His grip tightened anxiously on the headboard. "It's just...what the fuck is up with Pink?"

"Pink?" Namjoon was confused. "...you hate the color pink now?"

"No, dumbass." Agust scowled. "The tiny one! What's his fucking deal?"

"The ti-" Namjoon's eyes widened. "Jimin?!"

"Yeah, the tiny pink thing. What's with him?" Agust crossed his arms again and glared.

"What are you talking about? Don't you even think about hurting him!" Namjoon growled. "I don't care if you're in my husbands body, I'll fucking bury you alive!"

"I haven't done shit to him!" Agust exclaimed. He smirked. "But that's a good idea...bury someone alive. Thanks sub. But if anything, it's the other way around! At first he was all like, 'oh, let's not throw Agust a party, he's too devilishly handsome and intelligent for us to handle', and then just tonight he's suddenly like 'we have to include him or else we're bad people!', and it's giving me fucking whiplash! Control your fucking little!"

"He's Jungkook's little, first of all," Namjoon sat criss cross on the bed. "Secondly, he has a heart, unlike you."

Agust's expression was unreadable as he left the bed and walked to the mirror, leaning in and studying his reflection. "What's so important about having a heart? Like...what's so special about it?"

"Well for starters, people with hearts don't rape people, or take over someone else's life." Namjoon glared.

Agust ran a hand through his hair, laughing. "Die mad about it, sub."

Namjoon took a deep breath, trying to keep his bubbling rage down. Punching him wouldn't solve anything, and he didn't want Yoongi to wake up with a bruised cheek.

Agust looked thoughtful in the mirror. "Jimin wouldn't have wanted me to say that."

"Nobody would have wanted you to say that." Namjoon snapped.

"I don't give a shit what they all want." Agust glared back.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "But you care what Jimin thinks?"

"I didn't say that."

"You're avoiding the question."

"Shut the fuck up, stupid sub bitch!" Agust hissed, storming over.

Namjoon didn't flinch as Agust stood over him, his arms crossed as he looked the seething alter up and down. "That's why you can't even say his name, huh? Because you'll stutter over it?"

"If you don't shut your whore mouth, I'll shove something in there." Agust warned.

"Stay away from Jimin." Namjoon glared. "A monster like you doesn't deserve someone as sweet and kind as him."

Agust's fist connected with Namjoon's cheek before either of them realized what was happening.

Namjoon was shoved sideways, pain erupting from the contact as he tumbled off the bed and landed on the floor, the air knocked out of his lungs.

Agust was gripping his hand, which was already turning red from the force exerted, his expression twisting into a hot rage.

"Don't act like you know what's good and bad for me!" He seethed. "You don't even know me! Nobody does!"

Namjoon bit his lip to keep from crying out, he didn't want one of his boyfriends to run in and see Agust. He reached out and gripped the blankets that hung over the edge, using them to help himself back to his feet, the pain in his cheek distracting him.

But before he could get fully up, a hand grabbed his hair and yanked him back to the floor.

Namjoon couldn't help the yelp of pain from escaping him, his hands shooting up and gripping Agust's, his eyes wide in fear when he saw the familiar smirk on the boys face.

"Do I need to remind you of your place, sub bitch?" Agust asked, his black hair hanging down in his face as he hovered over Namjoon.

Namjoon tried to roll away, but the fingers in his hair refused to let him escape. "Agust- please- don't!"

He hated the pleading tone in his voice, his heart was pounding so loud in his ears and he could feel a panic attack looming.

The hand suddenly released him, and it took Namjoon a few moments to realize that.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and was shocked to see Agust still above him, reaching a hand down to help him up.

"Careful, sub." The alters voice and expression was unreadable. "Someone could take advantage of you on the floor like that. May I suggest some self defense classes?"

Namjoon studied him for a moment, before hesitantly reaching up and grabbing Agust's hand.

Agust's bicep flex as he hauled Namjoon up to his feet, immediately letting him go and stepping back.

Namjoon took a few steps back as well, raising his arms protectively to his chest, still not trusting the alter.

Agust looked at his bruised hand. "Yoongi's gunna question this."

Namjoon raised his own hand to his cheek, wincing at the sting. He glanced at the bathroom. "Wait here."

Agust watched as the sub went inside the bathroom, pulling down the small first aid kit Yoongi kept in the cupboard above the sink. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and glanced at the bedside table.

There were small, framed pictures of everyone, hugging and smiling, and a lot of ones of Yoongi and Namjoon together.

The one placed in the center wasn't even the main photo taken from their wedding, but rather just a normal picture of the couple at the park.

Yoongi had a soft smile on his face, his cheek resting on Namjoon's shoulder while the sunlight shone down on them. The taller boy had his arms wrapped around Yoongi protectively, his dimples on display for the camera.

It was a picture that radiated happiness, in it's simplest form.

Agust stared at the picture until Namjoon coming back into the room snapped him out of it.

"I'm going to bandage up my husbands hand, don't bite me." He said, sitting in front of Agust on the bed, the first aid kit between them.

Agust flashed his teeth with a grin. "I-"

"No stupid, perverted comments either." Namjoon opened the kit and pulled out a roll of gauze.

Agust huffed. "Everyone here's a fucking prude."

Namjoon went to grab Agust's hand, but then paused and instead held his hand out, palm up, waiting for Agust.

Agust looked down, and a few moments passed silently before he finally raised his hand and hovered it over Namjoon's briefly, then finally rested his hand in Namjoon's palm.

Namjoon studied the bruising around Agust's knuckles, brushing his thumb gently over the skin. "It's not bad, it'll go away in a few days. Technically you don't even need anything for it, but the gauze will keep it protected in case you knock it against something."

"The pain slut will love that." Agust muttered.

Glaring, Namjoon squeezed Agust's hand, and the alter hissed in pain.

"Don't talk about him like that," Namjoon muttered, wrapping the gauze around the wound.

Agust watched him. "Like what? It's true he likes pain."

"Like you're so much better than him. Whenever you talk about him it's always negatively." Namjoon said, focusing on his work.

"So what?" Agust flexed his fingers. "It's not like he can hear me."

"That's not the point." Namjoon sighed, sitting back once he was finished.

Agust flicked his gaze up, watching the sub while he rubbed his hand.

"There, done. You'll live." Namjoon said, looking over his work to make sure the gauze would hold.

He went to put the kit back, but Agust suddenly reached his hand out and stopped him, grabbing the boys wrist and yanking him back.

"Ah- what-"

"Your turn, stupid." Agust grabbed the kit away from him and opened it.

Namjoon stiffened, his heart spiking at the thought of Agust getting so close to him and treating his wound.

The alter pulled out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and a bandage. He rummaged around and took out a small cloth as well.

He looked up to Namjoon and sighed when he saw the boys anxiety. "Oh calm down, I'm not going to hurt you." His gaze looked down. "Anymore."

Namjoon bit his lip. He wanted Agust to change, to not be the bad guy anymore, but the alter was still unpredictable and a good actor.

But Jimin was right, they had to give Agust a chance first to let him even prove he was changing. He thought about how Agust could have hurt him earlier, but instead helped him up. Sure he had punched him, but one couldn't expect another to fully change instantly with no mistakes.

He nodded. "Okay."

Something like a smile lit up Agust's face for a brief second, and then he turned back to his neutral/angry expression.

He shuffled over a little closer, their knees touching.

Namjoon stayed totally still, trying to keep his heartrate down, while Agust tipped some of the alcohol onto the rag, wetting it.

He shook his hair out of his eyes, his dark gaze fixed on the small cut. "This is going to sting a little. Not my fault though."

Namjoon bit back a smile. "I know. It's fine."

Agust raised the rag and pressed it gently against the boys cheek, and when Namjoon winced, sucking in a breath, Agust quickly reached his free hand out and grabbed Namjoon's tightly.

Namjoon wasn't expecting that, and he stayed completely still as Agust dabbed the rag over his cheek, cleaning the cut and the blood up, before removing it to inspect his work.

"What is the point, then?"

Namjoon's eyes flew open. "Huh?"

"You said me talking shit about the slut wasn't the point. So what is?" Agust muttered, his breath hitting Namjoon cheek ever so softly from his close proximity.

Namjoon gathered his thoughts first before speaking. "It doesn't matter if he can hear what you say or not, the point is that if you're ever going to change yourself, you have to change your mentality first, and harboring hatred for Yoongi won't help you in that. You have to forgive him and move on before you can become the person you want to be."

Agust was quiet as he worked, and Namjoon didn't want to press him.

The alter grabbed the bandaid and peeled it free, sticking it over the cut.

He sat back and looked at his work. "There. You'll live."

Namjoon raised a hand to feel the bandaid. "Thanks."

"No problem, sub."

Namjoon looked down at their hands, where Agust didn't seem to realize they were still together.

The alter followed Namjoon's eyes and he yanked his hand back quickly when he saw.

"Don't be gay with me, sub." He snapped, quickly sliding off the bed.

"I'm straight." Namjoon said, raising an eyebrow.

He checked the time on his phone and saw it was later than he had thought. "Fuck, I have to be at school early tomorrow too."

"So?" Agust cocked his head.

"So that means I'm going to bed." Namjoon said, putting the kit away.

"So?" Agust followed him.

"So that means RM won't be coming out tonight." Namjoon said firmly, walking back and climbing into the bed.

Agust stopped. "What?!"

"You were out for a long time, you should let Yoongi come back before he realizes somethings wrong." Namjoon bit back a yawn.

Agust frowned. "Please, just five minutes?"

Namjoon was surprised to hear the alter say please. "You know I can't just switch RM on and off like that."

Agust groaned loudly, throwing his head back. "I thought if I said shit like please and thank you that you stupid loser humans are supposed to give in to what I want!"

Namjoon chuckled. "No."

Agust swore, kicking the wall.

"You can say goodnight to Jimin before you go." Namjoon allowed.

Agust perked up. "Pink?"

"Just say goodnight, no touching him." Namjoon warned. "He doesn't know you're Agust and if you do anything physical to him, it's not with his consent, because you're not Yoongi."

"Whatever, sub." Agust muttered walking to the door.

"Are you going to Jimin's room?" Namjoon called after him.

"NO!" Agust slammed the door shut behind him, before hurrying down the hall to Jimin's room.

He knocked on the door, his heart beating fast.

"Come in!" Jimin called.

Agust slowly opened the door. "Hey, Pink."

Jimin glanced up from where he was brushing his hair. "Yoonbi!"

Agust leaned against the door, already shaking slightly. Fuck, why was it so hot in here? Why could he barely hear himself think over the sound of his heart hammering?

"What's up?" Jimin asked, setting his brush down and turning around in his chair to face him.

Agust sucked in a deep, stuttering breath. "N-nothing, just wanted...t-to say goodnight."

Jimin giggled. "You're so cute, Gi." He jumped up from his chair and hurried over, hugging Agust.

Agust stiffened, making sure his hands were raised- not touching Jimin.

"Goodnight." Jimin raised himself onto his tip toes and kissed the boys nose.

Agust blinked and Jimin yawned, heading to bed.

"Um...also...I was thinking..." Agust rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes wandering everywhere but at Jimin, finally looking up at the ceiling.

"Yeah?" Jimin paused.

How could the sub say Agust had no heart when his heart was literally about to burst out of his chest?!

He swallowed hard. "I...don't think we've spent a lot of time together...alone...recently, just us. So, um, if you wanted to like...get ice cream or whatever...sometime...that would be...neat."

Jimin clapped his hands. "Yeah! I totally agree! We've both been so busy lately that I feel like I've barely seen you! I'm free this weekend!"

"Cool, me too." Agust grinned in relief.

"Thanks for making time for me, Yoongi." Jimin smiled, sliding under his covers. "I know you and Namjoon are together, but we all appreciate it a lot when you guys make time for us as well."

Agust nodded. "He would be a damn idiot to not make time for you, Pink."

Jimin frowned. "Who? Namjoon?"

Agust hastily backed up to the door. "Goodnight!"

He exited the room and hurried back to the bedroom, climbing onto the bed and letting Yoongi take back over almost instantly, his heart still beating fast.

He had a date with Pink this weekend.

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Namjoon opened Jungkook's door and stepped inside the dark room.

Jungkook was sitting at his computer, his face lit by the blue glow of the screen, which showed the feed from the security cameras they had installed a few days ago.

Jungkook said nothing as he approached, the smile on his face was all the communication they needed.

Wordlessly, the two high fived.

Their plan was working.