Yoongi taps his feet to the beat of the song he and Hoseok has been working on. He closes his eyes as he listens to the main track of the album.

“So how does it sound so far, hyung?” Hoseok looks at him anxiously.

Yoongi hums. Hoseok gulps. “Hmmm. It’s actually pretty great, Hobi-ah.” 

And at that, Hoseok beams like actual rays of the sun and reaches out for the older’s hands, squeezing them. Yoongi is blinded. He smiles unconsciously as he looks at Hoseok’s wide smile plastered on his face.

It’s been a month since he and Hoseok started working on the album for the rapper and it’s safe to say that they’ve been pretty close enough to ocassionally eat out as friends instead of colleagues outside of work.

Hoseok sighs in relief. “That’s good to hear, hyung!” 

Yoongi, caught off guard by the sudden skinship, withdraws his hands and rubs them together. Hoseok also withraws his hand back to himself and rubs the back of his neck, embarrased by his action.

“I uhmmm. I’m sorry, hyung. I’m just really clingy with my friends.” He says apologetically.

Yoongi smiles at him. “Friends.” He hums. “Yeah.” Then he turns back to his computer and starts playing the next song on the album.

They listen for a few demo songs in silence. There’s an awkward tension thick in the air. Yoongi procedes to concentrate on the track and Hoseok does his best to not look at the older.

He’s failing miserably though because every once in a while, he glances at Yoongi. Glances at his eyes, his nose, and his lips.

“Will you please stop?” Yoongi says as he breaks the silence.

Hoseok side eyes him. “Stop doing that!” Yoongi says again frustrated this time.

“Stop what, hyung?” Yoongi crosses his arms and turns his body to face him.

“Stop stealing glances at me and concentrate!”

Hoseok bursts into laughter. Awkwardness now dying and Yoongi can’t help but laugh a little too as he looks down and shakes his head.

“You’re so cute, hyung!” The younger coos at him and he’s met by Yoongi’s glares but he doesn’t miss the pink creeping its way to the older’s ears.

—-

Namjoon seals the last box before handing it to the mover. He’s supposed to move to his family home because his father had already sold the apartment he’s currently living at.

He sighs as he takes one last look at the now vacant living space and release