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Kim Taehyung was exhausted— muscles protesting at every movement he made, and eyes threatening to close and not open for hours. But he wouldn’t stop; he couldn’t. The blond haired boy was writing a song of his own with no help from anyone else. Nobody knew about it except himself. Sure, his hyungs and Jeon Jungkook had noticed his loss in weight and depletion of energy— they often asked the twenty-two year old what was going on— but he would just lie about it.

Taehyung didn’t think it was that big of a deal; if fans could write him hundreds of letters complaining about his mullet, they definitely would start demanding all sorts of things about the song. It was secret— Taehyung’s secret that he wasn’t ready to share.

Because I don’t want you to see this side of me,
I’m too scared, too shy, too weak, too flawed.

The song was called Flawed; the title self-explanatory. Taehyung exhaled softly, a puff of air leaving his plump lips as he considered if he should change the chorus.

“Tae, what are you doing? We’re about to eat take-out. You want to join?” Park Jimin poked his head through the doorway to Min Yoongi and Taehyung’s shared room.

The younger quickly turned around— not before flipping the rough draft of his song face down on the desk. “Just working on my part for the music video we’re about to start working on. And I’ll pass on food. Thank you, though.”

“You sure? You need some food in you.” Jimin pointed out, gesturing towards Taehyung’s sharp collarbone and loose clothes hanging off of his frame.

“I’m fine; don’t worry Chim,” the blond reassured, forcing a smile to his face. Jimin wasn’t convinced, but he just shrugged and walked out.

“Well?” Kim Seokjin asked, swallowing a bite of food.

“He said he’ll pass.” Jimin grumbled, and sat beside Kim Namjoon, stealing some food off of his plate. Before the leader could protest, Yoongi spoke up.

“This isn’t normal for Tae. He’s never done this for any music video. He’s hiding something.”

“Well, obviously.” Jungkook scoffed, and Suga glared at him warningly.

“Be respectful to your hyung,” the black haired male snapped. “Even our fans are noticing Tae being off. They think he’s forming his soul bond with one of us,” the eldest rapper scoffed. “But you guys haven’t experienced any symptoms, right?” A chorus of monotone nods.

“Yoongi,” Jung Hoseok began tentatively. “I think that you have to go talk to him.”

“What? Why me?”

“Because whether your notice it or not, Tae really admires you and when you act like you don’t care for him, his face falls. I think he’ll appreciate some concern shown for him from you.” Again, the other bandmates nodded, and the twenty-five year old begrudgingly conceded.

“Fine, I’ll be back.” Yoongi huffed and trekked towards his and Taehyung’s room. When the older saw the younger sitting with his smooth, tan legs crossed and head bent, he immediately softened. “Hey, Tae?” Suga sat beside the stressed singer and casually placed his hand on V’s knee, the pad of his thumb rubbing soothing circles. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, hyung.”

“Nobody believes you when you say that. Please, confide in me.” Yoongi pleaded, extremely concerned for the box smiled boy; the former cared for the latter much more than he’d like to admit. When no response came, the oldest rapper sighed and went to leave the room, but something caught his eye. It was a piece of notebook paper that had the title Flawed. Curious, Suga picked it up and began to read it.

I thought if I hid them, they’d disappear
I thought if I ignored them, they’d fade away
But here they are, the monsters that I thought had died
How stupid can I be, they’ll never leave

Flawed is what I am, what I was, and what I’ll always be
Flawed. I wish I’m not, that I wasn’t, and never will be

Because I don’t want you to see this side of me,
I’m too scared, too shy, too weak, too flawed.

“Hey!” The sheet was suddenly snatched from the older’s grip, and he turned to see Taehyung protectively holding it against his chest.

“Tae, what was that?” Suga questioned slowly, attempting to meet the younger’s gaze, but failing. “Look at me.” Yoongi placed two fingers under the vocalist’s chin and lifted his head to make eye contact. “Is this what you’ve been doing for the past couple weeks?” Silence confirmed what the second oldest member of BTS suspected. “I don’t understand; why didn’t– why didn’t you tell us? I mean-”

“Because I wanted to do something on my own for once!” Taehyung blurted out, and then huddled himself into the corner.

Suga was shocked, to say the least. He crawled on the blond’s bed and wrapped his arms around him, murmuring soothing words into V’s hair. Yeah, it probably was a bit much, but Yoongi knew that Tae would appreciate it. The former felt the tension release in the latter’s body, and continued to caress the other’s back.

It was then that the elder decided to say something— to reassure his bandmate. “Tae, I won’t tell the other members if you don’t want me to.”

“You’d do that for me?” Taehyung’s soft, timid voice nearly broke Suga’s heart, and the older moved his body to where he was spooning the other vertically.

“Of course I would. I know I don’t show this often, but I really care about you, Taehyung.” The vulnerability in the blond’s deep coffee eyes made Yoongi want to protect the boy from every bad thing in the world.

“Promise?” A gentle whisper breathed through plush lips.

“I promise.” Solid confirmation had V turning around and nuzzling his face into his hyung’s chest, skinny frame pressed tightly into the latter’s body. Taehyung felt safe, warm, loved. Belonged.


After fifteen minutes of no sign of Yoongi nor Taehyung coming out of their room, Jin sighed and dropped his chopsticks. A muttered ‘be right back’ and the oldest went into said room. The sight astonished him— left him speechless with his mouth opening and closing like a gasping fish. The two boys were cuddled up together, Suga holding Tae’s curled up body to his own as they were drifting to sleep. Seokjin couldn’t help but snap a photo, a fond smile graced his face as he quietly exited the room and closed the door without either of the boys noticing.

“What’s the update?” Hobi inquired.

“They’re snuggling.”

“What?!” The four members’ eyes widened comically at just two simple words.

“Yoongi, cuddling?” Jimin snorted. “Yeah, right.”

“It’s true,” Jin insisted, and pulled up the picture on his phone. “Look.” His fellow bandmates all crowded around the rectangular device, and a mixture of enlarged eyes and mouths forming into ovals greeted the oldest vocalist. “I told you.” Jin proclaimed smugly

“B-but Yoongi doesn’t cuddle with anyone. Not even Hoseok who-” Jungkook began to stutter, voice tinged with a hint of jealousy before Jimin interrupted.

“Not true. Remember when we filmed that video on how each member would wake us up, and when it was Jin’s turn Tae and Suga were wrapped up together?”

“Well, yeah, but wasn’t that just for show?”

“I thought it was too, but,” Namjoon started, finally tearing his eyes away from the innocent picture. “After this, I’m not so sure.”

“Should we confront them about it?” Hobi asked tentatively, biting his lip.

“No. Just let it go for now.” Namjoon decided, and the four members nodded and returned to eating.


Taehyung woke up to someone spooning him, warmth radiating off of the body. The blond slowly turned his head, and to his surprise, Yoongi was right there, pale hands wrapped around the former’s waist. A hot flush crept up Tae’s neck and cheeks, as he was used to Jungkook’s snuggles and muscled arms gripping him. This was different, but not necessarily worse. It was comforting and pleasurable.

Sighing contentedly, the younger scooted his body closer to the older’s, accidentally waking up the latter. Taehyung opened his mouth to begin apologizing profusely, but Yoongi just placed his index finger on his lips.

“Are you okay?” The ravenet murmured in his rough, sleepy voice.

“Yeah, thanks for comforting me, hyung.” Tae replied with a gentle smile, and Suga’s eyes softened with affection.

“Anytime, Tae Tae.” The nickname came out subconsciously, and Yoongi would say it one thousand more times to see Taehyung’s face light up like the glowing sun again. It wasn’t long before Suga noticed his dongsaeng chewing his lower lip anxiously— as if he were wanting to say something but didn’t know how. “Hey, what is it? You can tell me.” The slightly shorter boy urged.

“I… I like cuddling with you, hyung.” V murmured, tan skin blushing pink and eyes darting around.

At this statement, Yoongi felt overjoyed; he hated admitting that he favored Taehyung over the rest of his bandmates— even if it was just by a little bit. But what sometimes left the older boy feeling downright disgusted with himself, were the sinful thoughts about the sixth oldest member; they were getting more frequent as well.

Clearing his throat, Suga just hugged the younger tighter and whispered, “I like cuddling with you, too. Only you.” There it was; Taehyung’s signature boxy grin that the rapper was looking for finally showed up. Like for many ARMYs, the second youngest member smiling was a religion Suga followed and worshipped.

It was, in a way, perfect.