it was 3:28 am. yoongi had a newly brewed, jug of coffee sitting on his desk, as the only light in the room were one lamp and his computer monitor. he took a sip of the bitter drink in hopes to wake himself up, but it only went down his throat, and back to his sleepy mode. he sighed defeatedly, now just enjoying the coffee as it didn't do it's job, trying to do the opposite of the coffee, and work. but, it was a failure. his eyes continued to close, his fingers lightly pressed on the mouse, almost too soft that it sometimes didn't register, and soon, he spoke to himself.

"maybe just a short nap." a sleepy habit he had was talking to himself before completely passing out. he nodded at his own suggestion, placing his arms on the table, and resting his head there, falling fast asleep.

"you can barely take care of yourself, you're a broke bastard, and you still want to pursue this career?"

"yes, dad."

"aish, this is a mistake, and you know it. what if you don't succeed? what if you don't earn enough? i'm already working more hours to provide for all of us, and if you don't earn as much, you will not be able to live."

"yes, dad."

"yoongi-ah, don't bother come to me when you fail."

"yes, dad."

"hyung."

a gasp. it was 4:49 am. yoongi was in a cold sweat, mixed with tears, panting and catching his breath, as he tried to calm his quick-beating heart.

"hyung, it's okay. i'm here." the voice was familiar, and yoongi couldn't decipher it, too racked up by his anxiety and fear, his vision blurry and his head spinning. he sat back down, closing his eyes momentarily, but his fingertips soon felt a warm face. a warm, round face, with squishy cheeks. with plump lips. with hooded eyes. slowly, he was regaining consciousness, understanding his surroundings, eyes fixing themselves and adjusting to the light.

namjoon.

"come here." namjoon said softly, opening his arms up, waiting for yoongi's consent. yoongi then moved closer, and the leader of the group picked the male up from his seat, placing him on the small couch, sitting next to him, allowing the older of the two to rest on him. "thank god your room wasn't locked, i was ready to barge in if it were." the leader's voice was soft, distracting the hyung for awhile, before poking at what had happened.

"bad dream?" he asked. yoongi nodded quietly. namjoon hummed softly, brushing his fingers through the older's hair, eyes fixated on the hyung that rested on his chest. "about? troubles? family? ghosts?"

"family." yoongi's replies were short, but namjoon was grateful enough that he was opening up.

"hyung, you know that these dreams are always developed by stress." namjoon spoke slowly and softly, not wanting to overwhelm the older with a loud voice paired with the harsh truth.

"i've known you for the longest time, and i know how you tend to push away your problems in order to help others. i know how much you want to keep your strong facade, and as much as bangtan needs it, it isn't healthy to keep it all inside." namjoon was staring to a wall, and yoongi was staring down, quietly listening to his words. "your family may not have been the most supportive, but that has changed. you're our successful producer. our genius. our big brother. don't dwell in the past, and always look forward."

yoongi was silent. then, he spoke up, voice croaky. "you're my family, joonie."

namjoon smiled softly, his eyes slowly meeting his and he pressed a soft kiss on his forehead. "i know. i'm your family, as well as the entire bangtan. as well as your brother and parents. we're all your family."

the older smiled softly at the comforting words, pulling away after awhile. namjoon then got up, took his jacket off, and placed it on top of the hyung. he looked at it in surprise, and was ready to decline it and give it back, but was picked up from the sofa.

"now, what did i say about staying up so late consecutively?"

"it's bad."

"mhm. and what are you doing now."

"staying up late.."

"..."

"...consecutively."

namjoon laughed softly and let out a little huff, walking out the door of the studio, then going inside the manager's car, driving back home. "you came all the way here for me?" yoongi asked, and namjoon nodded. "like what i said, you've been locked up in your studio for days. we're all getting concerned." he replied, and the hyung pouted his lips, nuzzling himself into namjoon's embrace, not wanting to hear anymore of the nagging. honestly, namjoon wasn't that bad when it came to scolding, it was jin who was an earful. but, right now, yoongi wanted a bed and some sleep, he'll worry about jin later.

they soon arrived to their house, and namjoon continued to carry the male out, even though he insisted on walking.

"namjoon," the owner of said name looked down to the male in his arms, already walking to his room. "i want to stay in your room." yoongi was shy with his request, despite them being quite close. it was embarrassing, still.

"okay, hyung." the leader followed orders, turning to go to his room instead, then laying him down, soon joining him. as he placed his body on the mattress, yoongi quickly clung himself on to the taller, bigger male, forcing him to wrap an arm around his waist. namjoon chuckled, finding it endearing at how yoongi craved such touch, but was always too shy to ever mention it. he stared lovingly, then pressing his lips against the older's for a quick and soft peck.

"good night, hyung."

"good night, joonie."