Yoongi
I Don't Want You To Be My Eomma!YOONGI
Jin walks into the kitchen at 3 am, stretching his arms. He rubs his eyes and lights the stove.
He pulls out a pan and grabs some eggs and butter from the fridge.
The broad shouldered man shakes his head from side to side, knocking the sleep out of his mind.
Yoongi is still in the studio, producing.
Jin sighs. The rest of the members are asleep, tired from their comeback stage. It that Yoongi works,
even though they just released their new album.
The eomma fries the eggs. “It’s simple, but it’ll do” he breathes, trying not to wake the other members.
He packs the eggs in a box and pulls on a sweater. Jin carefully steps out of the dorm, slowly shutting the door.
Jin trudges towards the studio, sleep not quite shaken away. He holds the box close to him, hoping that it
remains warm enough for Yoongi to eat.
He enters the building where Yoongi produces. The security guard doesn’t question him as he enters,
since it’s normal for them.
Seokjin takes the elevator to the third floor and opens the door. He spots Yoongi hunched over the keyboard,
squinting at the monitor with bulky headphones over his ears.
Jin shuts the door quite harshly, announcing his presence.
Yoongi swivels towards him on his chair, removing his headphones.
“Hyung, what do you want?” Yoongi says, vexed.
“Yah! Is that the way you talk to your elders?” Jin retorts.
“Sorry, hyung. I was just working.” Yoongi offers Seokjin a toothy grin.
Jin smiles back, indicating that he’s forgiven. The taller holds out the box to Yoongi.
“Eat, Yoongi-ah. You’ve been working hard.”
“Hyung, can’t I eat later? I’m almost done with the first verse.”
Jin sighs and grabs a chair, seating himself comfortably next to Yoongi.
“Continue working, then. I’ll feed you.”
Yoongi seems happy with that suggestion. He opens his mouth expectantly.
Jin chuckles. “I guess I really am your Eomma.”
“I don’t want you to be my Eomma.”
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