hip-hop is dead

[komm_mit]

Title: Hip-Hop Is Dead
Pairing: J-Hope/Suga friendship
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff-ish, angst-ish
Summary: I wrote this after the Rookie King ep when Suga was forced into drag. Finally posting it, the B-Free thing reminded me that I had written it. Just bffery.

The night after Yoongi was forced into a maid’s outfit, Hoseok has to bodily haul him back from the toilet - in which Yoongi is hysterically trying to drown himself, to symbolize where all of his dreams, pride, and street cred had just disappeared into. Hoseok literally has to wind his entire body around his hyung, while the other members stare on in horror - because holy shit Yoongi had finally snapped. Hoseok just kind of wishes that the other members would help because Yoongi is biting his arm and kneeing him in the balls on the goddamn bathroom floor.

Finally, finally, the fight drains from Yoongi and his body relaxes. He twists his head and peers out from Hoseok’s arms at the other members. Hoseok can only imagine what his face must look like because the five boys crowded around the bathroom door vanish without a sound.

“Hyung…” he starts, hesitant.

“It’s fine, I’m fine.” Yoongi’s voice sounds tired, it drips with something acidic and bitter that makes Hoseok’s throat hurt when he swallows. He unwinds his limbs from around Yoongi’s body.

“Are you sure?” Yoongi makes no indication of a willingness to move, lying on top of Hoseok, head on his chest. Hoseok is genuinely worried, Yoongi usually yells at him for excessive skinship and punches him, hard. Hoseok hopes Yoongi isn’t building up the strength to punch him in the face for the amount of skinship that had just been forced upon him.

“Yep. It’s okay. This is idol life. I think I, we’ve, finally hit rock bottom.” Yoongi chuckles, but Hoseok really doesn’t think it’s funny.

“Hyung~” he whines, wishing he could see Yoongi’s face, gauge how upset Yoongi actually is about the whole fiasco.

“No, it’s fine. It’s a right of passage. When I agreed to join an idol group I should’ve known it would happen. I should have known I would have to change.” Hoseok’s uncomfortable. It’s not that he hates being touchy-feely, he actually fucking loves it, but he’s never even tried to get sentimental with his hyung. Yoongi was 100% Daegu street, despite the cute shit he started doing for fans. When Hoseok cried all over him as a trainee, Yoongi just kind of sat there and patted his thigh and told him that he was a hella ugly crier. Yoongi didn’t do feelings. He also didn’t do regret, or change, or histrionics, or any of this shit.

“Hyung…” Hoseok’s mouth is suddenly dry. Yoongi hadn’t changed; this wasn’t some deep, dark, horrible thing that was happening to him. It wasn’t like Hoseok was particularly good at the whole idol gig, but he knows for a fact that they’ve all developed somewhat different onscreen personas. But, he’s not sure he’s willing to categorize it as a change, something dreadful and permanent-sounding.

“Hyung, you haven’t changed. So, you got stuck in a maid’s costume once. This doesn’t mean that Min Yoongi is now going to run around in drag. Sure, some of our fans are gonna die when they see the broadcast but, hyung, the thing is that’s it. It’s a broadcast. It’s just Suga being a member of a rookie group. You haven’t changed a bit, you’re just tired. We’re all tired. Don’t let it get to you. Just be glad we weren’t dancing to So Hot on a program that people actually watch.” Yoongi half chuckles, half sighs. He’s still on top of Hoseok when he rolls over, so his chin is digging uncomfortably into Hoseok’s chest. Hoseok has to lift his head awkwardly, but they can finally meet eyes.

“I don’t think you realize how little you have to change to be loved. You’ll never be the one stuck in a maid’s outfit you idiot.” His eyes are smiling.

“Hyung, you don’t have to change to be loved either. And, for the record, I highly doubt that I’m the idiot here. You just tried to stick your face in our toilet.” Yoongi’s eyes soften before he narrows them.

“This incident never happened,” he’s hauling himself up off of Hoseok. “Nothing today ever happened. DO YOU HEAR THAT KIDS, TODAY NEVER HAPPENED.” No one answers him, but Hoseok knows they all heard him. “Now get out so I can shower and then smother myself in my pillows.”

Hoseok stands with a laugh and moves to leave, but not before grabbing Yoongi back into a half-hug. “Next time, can we eat our feelings instead of drowning them?” Yoongi fails to suppress a snort, despite his best efforts.

“This is not an excuse to touch me. If you value your face you will be gone from the bathroom on the count of three. One-”

“Okay fine, hyung, fine.”