He wasn’t surprised when they finally found it.

It was the easter egg in every song, every beat he produced.

They had come close before, with War of Hormone. (Yoongi was kind of proud of that one actually.)

It was always there, nestled in between the subvocals and base instrumental. Always the same, hidden in the harmonies and pumping behind his lines in every verse he spit.

So when their sns networks started blowing up during a break at practise, he didn’t really notice.

Not until Namjoon pulled him aside with worry in the lines of his forehead and spilling out of his mouth.

“Yoongi, is it in every track?”

Yoongi shrugged, sweaty and tired of holding his secrets.

“The fans are going berserk. They’re inspecting everything.”

Every song. Cradled and caressed by his other love. His heartbeat mixing with another’s, breathes and voices distorted by the magic of editing.

Yoongi wasn’t surprised they finally found it.

He was just surprised it took them so long.