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"Hyung! Have you seen my wallet?" Namjoon came asking from his bedroom.

"I think it's on the counter over there," Yoongi responded, motioning his hand in the air then bringing it down to his hair and patting it. The movie playing in front of him couldn't interest him less. He started watching Namjoon that was sprinting around with the cuffs of his blue checkered pajama bottoms hitting the parquet floor of their dorm living room.

Namjoon had gotten more forgetful lately, constantly going around and asking Yoongi if he saw this or that. That usually happened when he was stressed and he guessed because it was of the upcoming album. Every album was a burden, of course, but since they had gotten so much international attention lately they had felt a bit more burdened than normal. He hoped Namjoon didn't lose his sanity in this journey.

"Found it," came the voice of the said man, waving the dark blue wallet in his hand. He went back to his room and came out there with empty hands. He sat next to Yoongi, running his hands down his thighs as if to calm himself.

Yoongi slowly grabbed his hand, entangling fingers as if to give some type of comfort. He shined his usual "I understand" smile, looking at his bandmate in the eye.

There was something rough touching his palm against his hand. He slowly pulled his hand and brought the hand closer to his face to see red, crescent shaped scars under the boy's fingers. Exactly four of them.

"What are these, Joonie?" he asked, slowly dragging his thumb across them. They must've hurt, he thought.

"Ah, I dug my nails into my hand in my sleep, apparently. They were there when I woke up. They'll pass though, nothing serious," Namjoon assured the older sweetly, his dimples showing under the low lit yellow lamp of the living room.

"Be careful, Joonie. We need these hands, you know?" Yoongi warned carefully, slowly letting the hand go and turning to the TV.

Okay, maybe those scars made Yoongi anxious more than they should but he couldn't help it. While yes, he had seen Namjoon stressed many times and worse off before debut, Namjoon never had such a bad habit before. So yes, maybe Yoongi was a bit paranoid and a bit too overprotective but he just didn't want Namjoon, his dear friend of seven years, to be hurt.

That night, an hour after Namjoon went to bed Yoongi slowly opened the door of his shared room with Taehyung to check up on him. Call him crazy but he wasn't going to let this go. He slowly made his way to Namjoon's bed, careful to not make too much noise even though both of the males slept like a log.

When he sat down next to the sleeping boy, he saw, from the small light let out into the room by the ajar door, that yes indeed Namjoon's hands were balled up and his hands were digging into the flesh of his palm. They were squeezed so hard that Namjoon's knuckles were turning white.

Yoongi panicked at first although this was what he was expecting when he stepped into this room. He grabbed the boy's right hand and tried to pry the fingers open by force. Not so surprisingly, they didn't budge. He let the hand fall with a huff.

What would my mom do, Yoongi asked himself in these types of situations, when he had to take care of someone. He had to be especially careful since a, this was Namjoon and b, this was Namjoon.

He then grabbed the fist again, this time slowly caressing where the fingers were squeezed in and patting the hand slowly. He was shocked to realize that his hand was a bit more relaxed now, even though it was still in the same position as before. Just, not with so much power.

He continued his motions some time though the effect didn't continue. His nails were still tightly gripping the flesh, probably still scarring his hand. So Yoongi did what he could do; he brought the balled up fist and kissed Namjoon's fingers slowly, one by one.

They were chaste kisses, meant to soften his friend's hand. He slowly kissed his knuckles as well and it was kind of a miracle that this worked out because Yoongi had totally pulled the whole thing out of his *** (and it was a bit instinctual as well, maybe mixed up with his /own/ need of human touch but he wouldn't talk about that, especially not now).

At least his plan had worked, Namjoon's hands relaxed and his nails not in any connection to his palm. Yoongi noticed that the scars were bleeding and he started tapping at it with his t-shirt. Probably not the best idea but he didn't have any clean cloth next to him right now and this was the best he could do.

He did the same thing to the other hand as well, leaving brief kisses and caressing his knuckles. When his fingers budged he saw that this hand was bleeding too so he did the same thing.

When he got out of the room with a bloody t-shirt and some confusing emotions he hoped that Namjoon didn't clench his hands again during his sleep. Unfortunately he had to sleep too, so he couldn't stay up all night next to Namjoon.

The next morning, Namjoon came to him while examining his palm, noticing that the scars were a bit more softer this time.

"Told you it would stop, these will pass in no time," Namjoon reassured, his lips in a soft, concentrated pout. Yoongi may have found it adorable.

"That's good, Joon-ah. Wouldn't want you picking up any bad habits," said the elder, his voice soft and his mind in relief that Namjoon hadn't noticed.

The same thing happened the other night. And a couple more nights after that. And it had been a week. A week of Yoongi sneaking into Namjoon's bedroom and kissing his hands open and relaxing them. He probably should have told the younger by now, let him know he had such a habit and figure out a solution together. But he loved giving affection like this. Especially to Namjoon.

He was actually an affectionate person, though not when you meet him first. He had known Namjoon for seven years now, so it was normal he thought. His little nightly routine didn't hurt anyone, in fact, he helped Namjoon. All he did was help, without causing anyone trouble (and also not having to explain to anyone why he knew of Namjoon's habit when the scars had passed, only leaving a brief trail from the time Yoongi waited for Namjoon to sleep).

This continued on for two weeks, too long in Yoongi's opinion. Would this habit of Namjoon's pass after the album release? On the beginning of the third week, when he did the same thing and maybe lingered there a bit more than he was supposed to, staring at the younger's face; he noticed that Namjoon's cheeks were more tight than usual. He didn't want to question why he noticed that, to keep his sanity.

He slowly cradled the taller's cheek as he very carefully prodded around with his fingers, wary that he would wake him up. He was pretty sure that Namjoon was biting the inside of his cheeks, very hardly, as his lips were pursed and his teeth were nearly touching each other.

With his cheeks flaming up, he leaned down and kissed the man's cheeks, patting them and nosing at them; offering comfort. Even though the younger's face was more relaxed now, it was still kind of uptight which didn't relax Yoongi at all.

There was obviously one way to fix this and he really didn't know if he was emotionally ready for this.

After a big, calming breath he leant down and left the softest kiss on Namjoon's lips, his hands about to fall off because of how much they were trembling. What he first noticed was how soft Namjoon's lips were even though they were so chapped and the second thing was that he wanted to do this more.

Not a very good start.

Namjoon was even more relaxed now but he was still biting, Yoongi could sense it so he leant down and kissed the younger, a bit more tougher this time to get him to let go of his cheeks.

Then Namjoon's lips pried open and Yoongi scrambled up in shock. When he looked up, he saw Namjoon with wide eyes, trying to understand what was happening.

"Hyung?" he asked softly, breathing a bit harshly from the shock of it all.

"I-I-uhh," Yoongi scrambled for an answer, his hands shaking and his eyes looking everywhere but Namjoon in a frenzy. Namjoon slowly moved inside the bed, making place for one more person on it. He lied down again patting the space next to him.

"Sleep with me, hyung," Namjoon lazily muttered, clearly very sleepy. That was not what Yoongi was expecting.

The shorter slowly laid down above the sheets, his hands still trembling. They were face to face with Namjoon now and he was noticing all the little things on his face. The small acne scar on his forehead, the fallen lash under his eye; the burr on the inner corner of his eye, the blackhead on his cheek. He was breathtaking.

Namjoon lifted the sheets under him and put it over them, snuggling closer to his hyung and putting his head near the shorter's chest. His hands were still balled so Yoongi took them in his hand and put his thumb between his fingers and palm. Namjoon tangled his legs over the other's and put his head on his collarbone. Yoongi felt like his heart was going to explode.

As if that wasn't enough Namjoon turned his head and pressed a kiss on his chest and moved so that he was closer to the shorter. Yoongi moved their hands so that his thumb was still there but he held the other's wrists with his other fingers. It was domestic, really. All Yoongi could see in his dreams were now happening in real life. He was cuddling to sleep with Kim Namjoon.

Next morning, after lazily yawning and rubbing his eyes, he remembered last night's events as if he was hung-over. Namjoon had caught him stealing a kiss in the middle of the night, as he was caressing his cheeks.

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