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btsyeonu · 4 months

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👣. !!: THE WEDGE BETWEEN US ‧₊˚

↺ 💌 ࣪ ˖ ∿ author’s note , @ the initial impact of bangtan’s relationship with yeonu is a chaotic mess esp between jk and yeonu but i promise it gets better!! just bare with it and i hope you enjoy!

SUMMARY : yeonu comes out to his members after rumours spread alleging he’s trans. things seem to go well… until it doesn’t.

WORD COUNT : 2.8k words — PAIRING : kim yeonu x bts (slight focus on jk near the end)

GENRE : angst , slight comfort , more angst — WARNINGS : transphobic manager , so some transphobic comments , confused bts (at first) , ignorant & hurt jk

“What does it mean? Hyung liked to wear dresses when he was younger, right? So what? Why is everyone making such a big deal out of it?” Jeongguk asks, eyebrows furrowed and pupils lurking at an attempt to get a grasp on what he was missing.

The room is filled with thick tension. There are currently ten people situated in the meeting room of the Bighit building, including the boys’ manager and Bang Shi Hyuk himself who sits in silence, arms crossed and concentrating on nothing in particular. Yeonu doesn’t speak up to clarify.

“Why are you not speaking up?”

The manager’s voice oozes with contempt, earning the attention of seven of the eight members present. Namjoon’s eyes hold a tinge of concern that swirls with sympathy as he looks to Yeonu, aware of both sides of reality that may manifest itself in this moment. Yeonu sports a look that hints away at his struggle right now, holding himself back from tearing up, or perhaps even fully breaking down.

“Hyung,” Namjoon opts in instead, and the manager looks over at him, lip still curled in distaste. “Do we have to do the meeting like this?” He asks, starting to turn to Bang Shi Hyuk. “I mean, I get that these allegations are serious, but having so many people like this… I feel like it’s putting too much pressure on Yeonu.”

CEO Bang looks up for the first time at Namjoon’s statement. He isn’t as vexed as their manager, but at the same time, Namjoon thinks he might have simply mastered the art of masking his true emotions. The male lifts his glasses to rub his eyes, mumbling a tired agreement that hasn’t bordered on an order just yet.

“Too much pressure? He- she’s under too much pressure? We don’t even know what this thing is!” Choi Gyuin seethes, pointing at Yeonu, and it would seem that such a statement was all it would take to break the dam and have the rain falling. Yeonu’s hand slams onto the oakwood desk separating himself and his members from Bang Shi Hyuk and Gyuin standing behind him on the opposite end.

“This thing,” Yeonu growls, angry red tears burning, streaming down his face, “is any ordinary man just like you! What’s so different about you and me? Look at yourself, look at me. What’s the difference?” He asks, and his voice cracks a little, face tingeing pink in colour as he waits for a response—everyone’s eyes are on him. Namjoon’s eyes are on him, Jeongguk’s eyes are on him, and so are Yoongi’s and Seokjin’s. Taehyung, Hoseok and Jimin stare at him too, entirely dumbfounded at his outburst.

What was going on? Why is everything so tensed? Why is Yeonu so heart stricken?

In the midst of Gyuin’s speechlessness, it is Yoongi that strives forward first, hand resting on Yeonu’s back as he rubs gently, unbothered at the reactions of others. This singular gesture is what snaps their manager out of his shock, teeth gritting, a baffled laugh following thereafter. “W-what’s the difference? Is he- she- whatever you are! Are you being serious?”

He asks this in a manner that tries to come off as obvious, but no one is playing into his games, not even CEO Bang. “Hyung-nim, at least you must see the problem, right? If Yeonu really turns out to be transsexual then the entire group will be put into jeopardy!” He exclaims, talking to Shi Hyuk. “I mean, this is a boy band. What would it mean if we have a transsexual in it? The rebranding will cost us a fortune, and that’s not even taking into account the uproar from fans-” and he just keeps going like this.

Talking and talking and talking, and it’s just as Yoongi opens his mouth to spit a cunning remark that someone else decides to beat him to it, shutting the whole room down with his outrage.

“Aish… just shut the fuck up, you bastard!”

It’s CEO Bang losing his composure. He has a heavy frown line stretched across his forehead and he looks up at Gyuin behind him for a brief moment before waving him away. “Get out. I don’t want to hear from you anymore.” He says simply. Even Yeonu is startled by the events unfolding. Gyuin stands there, blinking, and then he laughs, bending over to reach Shi Hyuk’s height who was sat in his seat.

“Ah, hyung-nim, I think you’re losing your cool at the wrong-”

“What did I say, huh? Have you suddenly gone deaf?” Shi Hyuk queries, turning to face Gyuin again. This time the male can quite clearly see the fury burning within his eyes as he goes to speak again. “I won’t tell you again. Get lost before I fire you right here.” He grumbles, and finally, this is enough to have Gyuin stand up straight with a polite smile, nodding.

Yoongi personally can’t help the smirk that slips itself onto his features then, seeing Gyuin glance at all of the boys with clear rage as he makes his leave. Yeonu watches after him too before turning back to Shi Hyuk.

“Yeonu-ah, be honest with me.” The elder starts, and his posture shifts, showcasing his fatigue towards this situation. “Are the rumours true? Just tell me honestly and we’ll figure it out.” He says, and surprisingly for Yeonu, his voice is gentle, almost understanding. He looks around at his members who surround him from either side, nerves now cold and chilly.

Some of them still seem confused, having grasped barely anything from the fight that had actively broken out, but when Yeonu eyes Namjoon and Yoongi specifically, their expressions seem… encouraging. Yoongi’s thumb caresses Yeonu’s upper spine before he pulls away, waiting patiently.

Yeonu wishes it was easy. Actually, he wishes he had a choice in the matter at all instead of being put under pressure like this, but as he stares at Shi Hyuk, he knows he needs to make this move. If not now, then when? Wouldn’t it be better to at least come out to some people? To the ones he can at least have a glimmer of hope that they’d accept him?

Yeonu’s eyes cast themselves down to his fingers as they splay across the edge of the table. “I…” His throat constricts, absolutely terrified. What if they didn’t accept him? What if he was kicked out of the group immediately upon coming out?

“If it makes you feel better, whatever it is, I’m not going to see you any different from the guy who tried to juggle dumplings to make a good first impression on me.” Taehyung’s deep voice reassures upon noticing Yeonu’s hesitance, and when Yeonu glances over at him, all he’s presented with is a warm boxy smile that never falters once. He’s presented with a glimpse of home.

A small, almost thankful smile of his own slips its way onto Yeonu’s face, and he sighs, trying to come to terms with himself before finally holding his head up—not completely confident, but firm enough to grasp at the straws that help him spit his next words out.

“The rumours… well, they’re true.” He says quietly, voice a little shaky, and his body is tense, stiff as a stick. He did it. “I-I’m transgender. I wasn’t- you know, I wasn’t always a boy. I wasn’t born a boy, but that doesn’t make me any less of one. That’s all.”

As he wipes his tears away, his head bows once more, and the thumping of his heart beats deafeningly deep in his ears due to the silence that follows his admittance. He doesn’t want to look up now, isn’t sure if this silence is good or bad and he honestly doesn’t know how he would cope if the outcome of this turned out to be bad.

Just a few more seconds. He tells himself, but he can feel the beginnings of bile rise in the back of his throat. Why won’t any of you say anything?

“I don’t get it.” Jeongguk’s quiet, confused, and frankly shaky voice is the first to speak up. Yeonu’s heart clenches at the hesitance in his maknae’s approach, but he tilts his head just enough in the male’s direction to show he’s listening. “Hyung, what do you mean? How can you not be born a boy? You look like a boy. You are a boy, aren’t you?” He looks at the other members, hoping to receive clarification from any one of them, but no one knows what to say.

“I am,” Yeonu starts, soft, “But my body wasn’t. I was born in the wrong body, Jeongguk-ah. I was born in the body of a woman and… that wasn’t me.”

The truth tastes bitter on his tongue, finally coming out of living in stealth to a group of guys he considers his best friends and his CEO that held the power to tip the scales of fate one way or another in his name. There’s another period of silence, and then—

“That’s okay.”

Yeonu’s head whips around to look at Taehyung who returns his gaze genuinely, showcasing words that he means. Soon, a reassuring smile presents itself on his lips and he reaches his fingers out to grasp at the sleeve of Yeonu’s top.

“You’re a guy now, right? It doesn’t matter what happened in your past or how you were born. You said you’re a guy. That’s all that matters.” He explains, and Shi Hyuk watches this interaction play out with curiosity, almost as if getting an idea of how the group dynamics may change because of this information.

It doesn’t seem to have shifted much on Taehyung’s end and Jimin, hearing Taehyung’s affirming words, also starts to speak up, adjusting himself in his seat.

“H-he’s right, Yeo. The three of us have been by each other’s sides through everything.” Jimin recalls, shuffling closer to Taehyung who is closer to Yeonu. “Soulmates until the very end. How can we let such a sacred oath be broken? No, you’re stuck with us for life.”

And like that, more and more of the members begin letting out sentiments of their own in support for Yeonu. It isn’t completely without the uncertainty of the group’s future underlying their emotions, but it’s enough to settle Yeonu’s stomach so that he can finally sit back down once again, tears pooling at his eyes.

This had been more than what he could have ever hoped for. The Bangtan he had grown to love had lent their hand out in a time of need. Yoongi shifts in his seat, leaning in to whisper something into the male’s ear.

“I’ve got a cousin who’s trans.” He reveals, avoiding eye contact as he usually does, and Yeonu’s eyes widen slightly at the news, looking over at the male. “Queer people have been amongst us since the beginning of time, but it still takes a lot of guts to come out of hiding like this. I’m proud of you, kid.”

And there he goes with the whole ‘kid’ thing… ah, Yeonu can’t help but to roll his eyes playfully, a light, choked chuckle leaving his lips. “Thanks, hyung.”

As the members discuss this newfound trust put forth by Yeonu’s revealation, Bang Shi Hyuk analyses the members, adjusting his glasses with a clearing of his throat, but as he goes to speak, another member whose voice hadn’t spoken up with a supportive sentiment does so instead, shocking surrounding parties.

“What? Why… why are we all just pretending as if this isn’t a big deal?”

Everyone’s heads turn to Jeongguk, who avoids eye contact as he tries to rein in his thoughts and feelings. No one had expected him of all people to seem so… betrayed, even sounding resentful, giving the maknae time to continue his point.

“He-he lied to us! We shouldn’t even- you were born a woman?” He asks, although it would seem the question was more so directed to himself, as if he were thinking out loud. His views have taken a complete turn, going from confused anxiety to downright denial. “That means I should call you noona. If you were born a woman-”

“I was born a baby.” Yeonu interjects sharply, already sensing where this was going, and Yoongi can’t help the small smile that slips onto his lips at the cunning remark. Jeongguk doesn’t seem to have caught his words.

“Women don’t have penises. You don’t have a penis. You can’t be a man if you don’t have a penis!” Jeongguk exclaims, dumbfounded. His emotions are all over the place; eyes blinking back tears forcefully, bottom lip quivering. “How could you- how could you do that? You lied to me! Y-you lied to us!”

Inhaling starts to become a difficult task the more Jeongguk continues his speech. Yeonu’s heart tugs and squeezes tightly, leaving an uncomfortable lump in his throat watching their youngest member break down like this, unable to comprehend so much in so little time.

“I had to.” Are the first words to come out of Yeonu’s mouth. He’s trying to be the bigger person, trying to keep his composure in check but he fails. “Things like getting changed… simple things like these come easy to you. You take it for granted, but for me? I have to take extra measures just to be safe. I had to change separately from the rest of you, I always had to be careful this exact fucking situation wouldn’t take place, Jeongguk-ah. And do you know why that is? Because people with your views aren’t very accommodating!” Yeonu vents, nostrils flaring, voice tethering on the edge of a growl. Jimin senses the male’s growing frustration, and being one of the members with the best know-how of comforting a friend in need, he’s able to slide over to Taehyung’s previous spot as said male moves out of the way.

Jeongguk, on the other hand, doesn’t let up.

“What do you gain out of pretending?! Why can’t you just be a girl if-”

“Enough.” Namjoon cuts in, a warning tone—his leader tone seeping into the conversation upon hearing the vile and ignorant comments leaving Jeongguk’s lips like a bullet train with no sign of stopping. The maknae’s eyebrows form a deep frown, looking to Namjoon and then the rest of the members before coming to the conclusion that they quite clearly saw him as the enemy and not Yeonu.

Their disapproving stares said it all, but why was he in the wrong? He wasn’t the one lying to the group for years!

“W-whatever! You shouldn’t have lied. You’re not my hyung.” He says with finality aimed at Yeonu, and before anyone is able to scold or demand an apology in Yeonu’s place, Jeongguk is already storming out of the meeting room without another word, sniffles following.

It takes him a minute to register those words—something he had never even dreamt of ever hearing in his worst nightmares had come straight out of the mouth of his only dongsaeng. Yeonu rubs his face harshly at this, head coming down to rest on the palms of his hands with thoughts ever consuming.

“What the hell is wrong with him?” Namjoon grumbles, but he looks over at Seokjin with a silent plea, asking him to go check on the male. The eldest of the bunch nods once, eyes shifting to Yeonu as he stands up before leaving.

“Don’t take him too seriously, Yeonu-ah. He probably just needs time to adjust to the news.” Hoseok tries to comfort in the midst of Jimin rubbing his back. The others affirm his statement, coming together to lift the younger’s spirits.

“It’s because this is new to him. He’ll come around.” Yoongi states, having bared witness to a similar sequence of events back at home. Yeonu’s fingers tug on the roots of his hair, but he sighs. He’s just so, so tired.

“Well,” Shi Hyuk starts, earning the attention of all of the current members present, “I was going to say that everyone seemed to take this news rather well, but with Jeongguk’s outburst, I believe some steps may need to be taken or else the group is at risk of falling apart.”

It’s a logical observation from their CEO, but that doesn’t stop Yeonu’s heart from clenching with a wave of oncoming stress—he didn’t want to be the reason for his members’ careers going down the drain. That’s the last thing he could ever want.

“I’ll do something about it. I-I’ll talk to him.” Yeonu says, but he doesn’t sound particularly confident in himself. He couldn’t even keep himself composed long enough to make Jeongguk see a smidgen of sense.

Taehyung slams his hand down on the desk in front of Yeonu, looking over at him. “I’ll help.”

“I’ll help too.” Jimin declares, placing his hand on the table beside Taehyung’s. The rest of the members also join and seeing so many hands of support settled in front of him… he could probably cry for the third time that day as he also moves his hand forward, joining the circle in its entirety.

“This is to bridging a minor fork in the road of Bangtan’s journey.” Namjoon informs, and on the count of three, the boys lift their hands at once.

“To bridging a minor fork in the road of Bangtan’s journey!”

💬 — YEONU’S TAGLIST.

@anqelws , @vizianary , @kaitieskidmore97 , @sann1e

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btsyeonu · 5 months

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👣. !!: THE AIRPORT ENDEAVOUR ‧₊˚

↺ 💌 ࣪ ˖ ∿ author’s note , @ sooo towards the end it may be a lil bit confusing but! jk and yeonu’s story will be addressed in another chapter :]

SUMMARY : after rumours of yeonu’s transgender status spreads, he is bombarded at the airport by transphobic journalists and fans. the rest of the tannies help him through this situation and jeongguk finally looks past his tantrum.

WORD COUNT : 2.0k words — PAIRING : kim yeonu x maknae line ft. bts (sorta ?)

GENRE : angst , comfort — WARNINGS : blatant transphobia (ofc) , panic attacks , descriptions/hints of internalised transphobia

Yeonu occupied a car with Taehyung and Jimin during their first airport trip of 2O16. There were three cars in total, the second occupied by Hoseok and Jeongguk, and the third by Seokjin, Yoongi and Namjoon.

“How are you feeling, Yeo?” Jimin asks quietly, a little nervous, a little on edge. He sits to the left side by the window, eyebrows downturned with a cloud of gloom hanging over the lot of them. Yeonu keeps his eyes on his feet, boucing them, fidgeting, with his hood pulled up and his face mask pulled over his lips and nose even before they’d reached their destination. He couldn’t face either of them, instead lifting his hand in a thumbs up.

On Taehyung’s end ( who sits on the opposite side of Yeonu, to his right ), he doesn’t say much either. It’s not because he’s at a loss for words at the moment, but something tells him Yeonu would appreciate a more silent gesture right now, and so his head droops over the smaller’s own in a comforting embrace.

“There’s probably gonna be a lot of people, right?” Yeonu asks to no one in particular, his voice barely reaching above a croaky whisper.

A lot had been going on over the last few days, and so his voice hasn’t been in the greatest of conditions lately. Yeonu doesn’t want to get into it.

“I won’t let them touch you.” Taehyung’s response is immediate, his voice resembling a low growl that startles Jimin into closing his mouth before he’d even gotten a chance to answer. Taehyung has been a ferocious spirit throughout this entire predicament so far, always ready to stand up for Yeonu against misspeaks and somehow becoming even clingier than previously so. It makes Yeonu crack a small smile beneath his mask.

“We’re all here for you. Manager-nim has also taken care of the security, and we’ll be right by your side the entire time.” Jimin assures, “The 95 line can be a very competent human shield.” He jokes, and Taehyung nods his head from atop Yeonu’s own before he goes in for a hug, an arm wrapping around the smaller’s waist.

During times like this, Yeonu’s mind drifts to wonder whether he may be overthinking everyone’s potential reactions at the airport. At least that is until he recalls the vile slurs thrown at him over the internet, articles of slander and misinformation about what it truly means to be trans, claiming he’s mentally ill, that he needs to be locked away, even before he’s actually come out and revealed his identity.

He could just hide it though, couldn’t he?

He has that choice, to deny all of these rumours and allegations and attempt to fabricate some sort of lie about the picture. It would be the safer bet, but he’s already come out to his members—he had to. His image has been tainted with ruin.

No, no, let’s not think about this.

He doesn’t have to answer anyone’s questions right now. All he needs to do is safely board his flight to Taiwan with the boys. That’s all he needs to focus on, and that’s what he’ll do. Board the flight to Taiwan safely.

The remainder of the journey in the car is quiet, save for the odd joke or reminiscent memory of pre-debut events that transpired to make Yeonu crack a smile. By this point, Taehyung had also pulled out his wired earphones, slipping one into Yeonu’s ear and using the other for himself.

“You don’t get to see the songs,” He pouts out, pulling his phone close to his chest, “This is my special playlist. I don’t just share it with anyone, you know.” He states, and Yeonu hums, amused.

“I’ll probably recognise something.” He says quietly, quite the big music enthusiast. Jimin is texting away on his own phone for a moment before switching it off and turning to face the other two, palm supporting his head. His features are soft, at ease with Taehyung’s raspy voice distracting Yeonu from his troubles.

“You’ve been listening to a lot of jazz recently,” The oldest of the trio says passively to Taehyung, and Yeonu hums, agreeing. It’s a step up from complete silence, accompanied by some commentary every now and again. “Don’t make him listen to that. He’ll fall asleep. Are you gonna carry him then?”

“I’ll take full responsibility.” Taehyung says without batting an eye at either of them, still wholly focused on finding a specific song. Yeonu can’t see it from this angle, but he can vividly imagine the subconscious pout that rests on Taehyung’s lips; a habit of his that’s always melted even the coldest of mountains.

“Aha!” Taehyung cries his victory, and soon sweet melodies filter through the earphone as Yeonu attempts to catch the name of the song. It’s barely five seconds in before he’s guessed it.

“Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door? The original version.” He murmurs, “Good one.”

Taehyung whines as Jimin laughs. “How do you know every song?” He asks, baffled yet in clear awe. It’s almost as if Yeonu is a walking library brimming with the world’s music, able to catch songs from every decade all the way down to its original composer and singer. It’s seriously impressive.

“I just like music.” Yeonu says simply, earning the attention of Park Jimin who rests his hands on Yeonu’s shoulders.

“And that’s why we need you. You’re a musical prodigy.” He says, massaging the male’s shoulders. “We’re never letting you go.”

AIRPORT ───── ARRIVAL

The vicinity of Incheon Airport is absolutely packed and buzzing with chaos when the boys make their arrival.

Thankfully, their car windows are tinted so people can’t take photographs as they park by the side of the road, immediately swarmed with cameras and screaming fan girls. The journey here for Yeonu had started with palpable anxiety initially, which was then slowly tended to by Jimin and Taehyung who had commenced a game of ‘How Many Songs Can Yeonu Guess Until We Reach The Airport.’

That moment is now over, and it’s clearly catching up to Yeonu whose heavy breathing starts up once more, nerves jittery, stomach tight with tension. His eyes are wide and fearful; a deer caught in the headlights of oncoming death.

The members had all agreed upon the 95z coming out last, deeming it the safest way to deal with the mob whose attention would be diverted for a few crucial minutes, giving everyone time to make a fortified shield around Yeonu.

Namjoon, Seokjin and Yoongi are the first members to exit their vehicle, car parked at the very front while Jimin, Yeonu and Taehyung were the last to arrive on scene. The cameras are shoved into the three members faces almost instantly, and the security struggle to completely push them away to give the boys room to breathe. It only heightens Yeonu’s fear as he watches the swarm from his seat, scrambling unintentionally until his back hits Taehyung’s chest. The male rests his hand on Yeonu’s arm, squeezing.

“Here. Put these on for when you get out.” Taehyung says firmly, his bubbly demeanour from earlier now dissipated into something dour as he plugs both of the earphones into Yeonu’s ear, connecting the wire to Yeonu’s phone, and then opening up his Spotify. He had been able to aegyo his way into finding out the male’s password, something which Yeonu still hasn’t decided to update to this day.

There was only one playlist on his account, consisting of every song he’s ever liked, and Taehyung plays exactly that, feeling quite thankful for the long play time. The volume isn’t ear piercingly loud, but it’s definitely enough to drown out Yeonu’s surroundings in a satisfactory manner. Taehyung signs, telling him to take deep breaths and to…

‘Leave it all up to me.’

Yeonu blinks rapidly, feeling a multitude of tears that he cannot possibly let out. Taehyung smiles so softly at him, a shining star that he wants to hug and disappear into, but Hoseok and Jeongguk have already begun to make their exit out of their car and now it’s so close. Jimin’s hand is on the handle of the car door and it’s much, much too close.

I can’t do this. How can I do this?

The other members have somehow managed to push their way through to where Jimin, Yeonu and Taehyung still remain within the confines of their car, and that’s when Jimin opens the door after giving Yeonu one last squeeze to his fist, telling him it’ll be okay.

The bombardment is unimaginable. Yeonu’s music plays at a volume where the noises of surroundings are muffled at best, but even he could hear the amplification of the screaming once he had fully stepped out onto the concrete flooring, tensed and unable to make eye contact with anyone.

A lot of the members encircle him without needing to be told at all; three up ahead, two on either side of him and two behind him. He doesn’t really know which member is standing where, and they don’t wait to take any pictures. The security uses a lot of brute force, more so than usual because Yeonu can see the way some fans are swaying backwards, falling and crashing into others as he inhales deeply, feeling apologetic.

It always takes them far longer than necessary to reach the terminals because of these airport fans. Yeonu just wishes they could make their trip and board the flight without so much hassle every time.

“Kim Yoonha-ssi! How much did you pay to try to become a man?”

And in that split second, in the midst of his current song fading out, he hears it and his body grows cold.

How did they come across his deadname?

“Kim Yoonha-ssi, did you get your breasts cut off at an early age? Why do you want to become a man when you’re a woman?”

They just keep coming. One after the other, and Yeonu has paused his playlist on his phone, hand skilled within the pocket of his jacket from years of muscle memory and practice. His heart clenches with stressful memories.

“Kim Yoonha! You’ll never be a real man! Leave Bangtan!”

Listening to hateful sentiments— true sentiments has Yeonu’s fist shaking, nostrils building up mucus and mouth drying up fast until something collides with his back and his eyebrows furrow, confused.

At first, he’d been expecting Taehyung. He knows the male was pretty adamant about his safety, so catch Yeonu’s surprise when he looks down to see the sleeves of a black hoodie wrapped around his waist, grip tight and protective, even almost possessive. This wasn’t Taehyung— no, Taehyung was adorning lighter colours, a brown coat, but he does know someone who is sporting black today.

Jeonggukie.

He can’t turn back to confirm it, but his heart jolts with felicity, and his eyes shimmer with newfound tears because Jeongguk was the last member he had expected to attach himself so closely to him like this even in a general setting, let alone in such a public one. The others seemed just as startled as Yeonu upon realising it soon after, but their eyes would crinkle into the beginnings of a smile beneath their mask, content.

Even in times of upset, Jeongguk’s natural instinct overpowered his feelings of betrayal, unable to stand by and just watch his hyung be slandered. Yeonu feels Jeongguk’s warmth wash over him, drowning out the transphobic slurs and insults of reporters and journalists as the maknae snuggles his face just above the crown of Yeonu’s head.

He seriously missed this clingy brat.

The boys venture further along the premises of the airport, and as the group finally arrive near the terminals, Yeonu has to say he’s at least grateful for the hate of a hundred masses bringing him his Jeongguk back.

“Took you long enough, dumbass.” Yoongi mutters to the youngest, and all of them laugh together for the first time that day. A family which had initially been impacted by a crack in the seams were going to be just fine.

💬 — YEONU’S TAGLIST.

@anqelws , @vizianary , @kaitieskidmore97 , @sann1e

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