#stream simulator

You meander the kitchen, adjusting the hanging of decorations, yanking free the postings on the front face of your fridge to save from possible embarrassment of half scrawled groceries that now lay mostly eaten in sealed cabinets, adjusting a timed photo of your arms perched along the top of Jeongguk’s head, his hair resembling a dark and lonesome pea at that particular stage of your early romance. 

You curse nearly tripping from the strategic protrusion of broom bristles nudging your ankle from a half open cabinet, a glare tossed in Jeongguk’s direction, the culprit busied earlier in the day with a routine swipe of the first floor. Muscles nudge at your half slumped frown line, Jeongguk too far into one of the bags to notice the holes burning his side profile, his lips puckered in silent awe, eyes set aglow under the glare of the kitchen lights. 

“Cupboard closed next time please, babe.” His head tilts in recognition, case clattering along the marble countertop, stopping him midstep when he attempts to remedy his error, fingers slowly sliding it to the center. Your hand finds the tip of the broom handle, expertly sheathing it behind the door to shut with a resounding click that once more draws widened pupils. 

“I was gonna do it!” Jeongguk takes in the press of your irises and the pout of your lips that forces the apples of your cheeks to ready attention, pushing the settled curve of your eyes, dark bags formed underneath from the early morning rise. He smiles, despite the scold in your gaze, your adoring nature outweighing your attempt at authority. “I don’t know why you’re freaking out so much, everything will be perfectly fine.” 

“Not freaking out,” You take the extra few paces until his waist is within reach, arms securing his dainty lower frame, face nudging the thick of his hoodie prepared to lose yourself in his heady scent. 

His chin rests atop your crown, wisps of breath warming your scalp with the press of his nose, the thick strands rounding his cheeks intermingling with your freshly washed roots. You mumble into fabric, a rumble coursing through him whilst your muffled vocals tickle at his abdomen. His chin lifts, finger finding the underside of your own, gently raising until he’s sure to make sense of babbled incoherence.

“One more time?” Fingers clasp at his lower back, a hum of distraction and light sway along the short of the kitchen floor halted when Jeongguk takes control, his hands sliding the length of your spine, setting a fire along the column of nerves where your top bunches,  your squeal following his less than elegant boost of your frame onto the counter, some far off object rolling to the floor. 

“I’m just nervous,” You hush, pushing back to the counter with your arms splayed, waiting for the pull of Jeongguk’s dimples, that reassuring smile that never ceases to drain you of the doubts that routinely flood your mind. His palms plant to the base of your thighs, soothing circles making race along the covered skin. He’s close enough that breath dances along the plains of your face, the scent of mint half covered with the sugary course he all but inhaled at breakfast. 

Neither of you speak for several heavy moments, Jeongguk pushing the tip of his nose to your warm cheeks, nudging with a softness you’ve grown so fond of, while his lips follow not far behind, gentle presses that tickle and tease until your making purchase at the blades of his shoulders, urging him closer. You barely notice his gentle slide of your body to the edge of the counter, marble eating at the fabric of your joggers, body pressing against his to consume a heat always ready and waiting. 

“There’s no reason to be nervous,” He murmurs into the space where neck meets shoulder with another press of his lips, slightly sticking with the moisture of freshly applied balm. You only offer a light hum, nearly agreeing with his every word under the guise of proximity. You press your forehead to the crown of his nuzzling cranium, forcing him to vacate his chosen rest, your hands creating a pattern along his impressive shoulders, up to his rosed cheeks, capturing him in embrace. 

It’s with ease that you slot your nose just adjacent to his own, always one of your favorite features, or perhaps the one that always seems to catch your attention in the most endearing way. It’s second nature to imagine the scrunch of excitement or tease that often befalls him, forcing your lips to part in a grin. You take note, tracing him with a care that only lovers can emulate, extra time brushed on the darkened divot of his memorized cheek. 

The gentle tap at the door sends Jeongguk stumbling backwards, his cheeks in a pretty flush, eyes widening as if your visitor has x-ray, able to see the happenings of your cluttered kitchen counter. “Are you expecting someone?” 

“Yes, so are you, love.” You chuckle, sliding until your feet hit the ground, sidestepping Jeongguk to get the door. Your knuckles curl around the cool handle, gently greeting the figure standing impatiently on the other side. He barely waits for the complete pull of the barrier before his boots are squeaking past you into the warmth, one hand clutching impressive suede while the other cups to his lips to accept gasps of heat. “Hello to you too.” 

“It’s cold, what were you two doing?” His feet stutter midway into the kitchen, your face almost pushed into the rear of his coat. He takes in the accidental mess, then the warmed cheeks of Jeongguk with a pull of his confirmed brows. “Gross, sorry for the interruption.”

“I-we weren’t doing that!” Jeongguk scrambles, crouching to pluck the objects littering the floor near the counter, evidence to Yoongi’s falsified conclusion. The pleas are half heard, Yoongi’s mission to further fluster complete, your chin coming to rest atop his shoulder to peek the bag dangling from his fingers with such care. “Is that your new setup?” 

Jeongguk eagerly runs an arm along the countertop, the knock of restored items deleting his previous progress to make room for Yoongi’s impressive case. You follow to where his sudden unboxing is ready to occur, pushing into Jeongguk’s side for a better view, his arms circling your frame to adjust you before him. Your verse of the technological  is pitifully less so than either of the men surrounding you, Jeongguk’s smile aimed at your blind excitement as Yoongi reveals the shine of his new camera. 

You always find wonder in the object of exposure, the medium lens the avenue of fame for so many, including Jeongguk. You find amazement in his ability to reveal so much of himself for little revelation in return, the monetization of his stream companied with the return of his sizable channel appearing miniscule compared to the microscope he allows himself to be seen through. 

It plays in part to your continued nerves despite welcome receivings from your far and few appearances in his many onscreen ventures. You’re glad to be on the other side, watching the way he handles the finesse of the industry, stepping in with the occasional suggestion and watching his beautiful mind bring it to ready fruition. 

“Wow, it’s so pretty.” Jeongguk and Yoongi chuckle, your finger nudging at one side of the weight in Yoongi’s hand, the sturdy material reflecting kindly in the bright of the room. He passes it to Jeongguk, your head nearly careening with his in your haste for closer look. He fiddles methodically, quiet hums and mumblings leaving his pursed lips at regular intervals, you simply nodding along to his silent observations. 

“This one has a lot more filters than mine, is it the newest model?” Jeongguk finally glances up to Yoongi who’s already begun unloading more equipment than you found logical for the bag he’s pulled it from, a magician in his own right you conclude. His confirmation is in grunt, body stooped over his mission, his own string of incoherencies falling in huffs thereafter.

You pull your phone from the confines of your pocket, camera slipped to screen straight away. You snap a few pictures of the space, sure to catch the gentle pull of Yoongi’s features as a master of his craft and the amused concentration of Jeongguk, his eyes sliding to your lens a millisecond before the click of completion, lips pulling back in readied grin, fingers thrown in peace. 

“What are you doing?” He pulls your device, snapping a half devised shot of you before your offered explanation. 

“Behind the scenes, the room where it happens.” You fret with a few misplaced strands of his hair, yanking your phone from his grip and once more catching the frame. His eyes are a pleasant roll, freckles and moles dancing along his cheeks with the upturn of his decadent grin. “Thank you for helping, Yoongi.” 

He stands from his lowered position, waving the pleasantry to the wayside, stepping over to your fridge for what you’re sure will be the first drink of many this evening. “Do you know how many dms I got last time? Not saying I enjoy the attention, but this gig has its perks.” 

“So your main motivation is my audience thinking you're hot?” Jeongguk is only half surprised, his head dipping with silent amusement, quickly replacing the camera when it nearly jumps from his grip. 

The last time Yoongi made an appearance on screen was  followed by the steady flood of questions inquiring his eligibility. Jeongguk’s reaction was initialed by ignorance, but an hour in and he was encouraging them to seek his friend’s hand themselves. Reception was more than any of you were expecting, the constant buzz of Yoongi’s phone forced to silence before the night’s end.

You can recall the paint of his cheeks, gummy grin stretched to an adoring expanse, his steps not without a hop for the rest of that evening. The sweet cameraman and long time friend more than deserving of the praise and attention, though he would never ask for it, only revel in endearment.

“Hey, you’ve got your ooey gooey sickness, let me find mine.” Jeongguk shrugs, his fingers curling in the material of your shirt to pull you into his chest. Habit befalls his lips to your head, your own hands bunching into his sweatshirt at the sudden display. “Though I don’t think anybody can be as sick as you two.” 

You choke on dry nothingness, pulling from Jeongguk with a step in Yoongi’s direction. “Love is a funny thing, Min Yoongi, it makes you crazy. You’ll see,” You grab hold of his cheek’s pliable precipice, gently tugging the skin, much to his dismay. Your pull away leaves him stained pink, his reaction a gentle swipe of the assaulted area. 

“Did you grab the extensions I asked for?” Jeongguk panders toward his office, steps suddenly pepped with impending excitement. You nod toward the bag nearest him, the only one untouched in previous chaos. His hand is quickly triumphant in its sudden dive, eyes alight when he pulls free the neat bundle of cords that are sure to be tangled in the circus beneath his desk before the hour’s finished. “Gonna go make sure the new ring light is working and then mess with some settings for later. Can you set everything up here?” 

“Sure thing, love.” Your thumbs shoot in agreement, hand slotting to your lips to send a pucker his way, his arm extending with dramatics to catch the bit of air in a clutch to his chest before the corner swallows him whole. 

~*~

“Are you ready?” Jeongguk steps into the living room where you sit, legs pulled on the sofa, Yoongi fiddling with your excited pup Finn on the adjacent recliner. You assume his words are meant for your friend, too entranced with the attempted shot of a tongue to a nose set to dodge with ease.  Your chin tucks into your sweater,  forgoing response only to be met with his hummed, “I mean you, ya goof.” 

You lift your gaze, the galaxy staring back with a smile reflecting his given moniker stretching his muscles with unfiltered glee. His hand extends in wait for your own, soft and landing in his palm no less nervous than earlier in the day. Jeongguk pulls you to your feet, waiting for the stiffened step you take toward him. The blunt edge of his thumb drifts the corner of your lip, following the muscle into the smile that shoots straight for the strings of his love organ beating rapidly in his chest, sure it’s tripled in size since you walked into his life. 

“Mmhm.” You respond tight lipped, Jeongguk’s grip strengthening around your clammed skin, assurance that your nerves will be short lived once you're paired before his monitor with the encouragement of his thousands of subscribers. 

Jeongguk steady leads you to his office, the space set in an ambient blue lighting, not too much on the eyes, but allowing for your immediate comfort in the daunting enclosure. Already waiting for you is the chair, a hair shorter than his own and all the more ordinary, the gesture expected but still urging you forward with a ready surge of confidence as you fall into the dense cushion. 

The hum of his lobby, the curated tune waiting for his imminent countdown before the red of the camera set to record, is audible from the dormant headphones with their cords draped along a colored keyboard, neon lights shining from slivered cracks to reflect along the thin black expanse. You snag your usual pair, Jeongguk plopping next to you and doing the same, the phones pushing his hair so it bunches around the thick circumference of the half circle leading to the speakers pressed to his ears. 

“So cute,” Your words mumble but the mic inches from your face echoing the pitch in your headphones, your shoulders jumping from reverb scratching at your drums. Jeongguk shifts in grimace, working at the control panel with quick precision.  

“Say again?” He half teases, hands quick to adjust your mic and the settings to be sure his audience isn’t assaulted just the same. You scramble forward, legs of your chair catching against the decorative rug, feet fighting against the fabric friction to crane your neck closer to the mic. 

“I said-” You playfully tug at his hair from the back, tongue poking out when his stare trains on you with brows raised and pupils in comical squint. “You’re a cutie.” 

Crystal clear Jeongguk raises his fist in triumph, his free hand landing on the push of his mouse, ensuring the windows for his stream labs and the various sources for the evening’s festivities are pulled forth. Your legs lift onto the chair in a comfortable criss-cross, one hand landing along the comforting fabric of Jeongguk’s shoulder, dragging along with the intent to sooth, head tilting to rest against the crest, watching him expertly navigate what, to you, appears nothing short of mazelike.

“I think that does it,” His tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek, pushing the flesh and nudging you from his shoulder. “You good?” 

“Yeah, I’m just chillin.” 

“Good,” He chuckles, hand moving to the control board raised on the nifty shelf you watched him assemble just a week prior, the desk now free of extra clutter, though momentarily covered with your various snacks and drinks, to satiate the hunger that always seems to loom on camera. His fingers hover over the button programmed for countdown, eyes jumping to his monitor, suddenly remembering. “I have no idea if Jin is ready.”

“I think he’s wondering what you’re doing,” You giggle, pointing toward the rapid shift of notifications drifting along the bottom of the left most monitor, Jin already teasing Jeongguk about starting nearly thirty minutes after he’s rallied the troops with the post of a tweet. “It’s all you, love.” 

“It’s all us,” He grins, starting the countdown and pointedly ignoring your comment about his cheesy rebuttal. 

Your attention lands on his screen labs, the chat already in a frenzy, their comments and pleasantries toward other respective viewers unrestricted by time zone turn to greetings to Jeongguk then to you as the time dwindles down, screen zeroing in on your smiling faces. 

Jeongguk is in it immediately, music dressing his playful words as donos sound in your ears, urging the hype train to continue to the next level, white words painting a level 3 across the screen. The funds immediately begin to fill the bar Jeongguk has placed in the bottom left of the screen under his sub count. 

Hi y/n you look amazing as always <3

“Hi, thank you, you’re so sweet!” Your hand comes to cover your immediate smile, never unfazed by the comments directed toward you. “How are you guys? I’m excited.” 

“I think they’re really happy that you’re here,” Jeongguk points toward the chat, already filled with compliments, some adding a comment or two about Jeongguk. 

“Are you happy I’m here?” You tease, already aware that he’s ecstatic to have you with him. 

“I’m always happy to have you with me,” He directs his hand to your own, fingers clasped and raised to his lips for a quick kiss. You’re not deaf to the sounds of gagging that can be heard from the open door, chuckling when the viewers also take note of the unfamiliar sound between their cooing at your display of affection. 

“Alright alright, I guess we should get down to business. It looks like you guys have already got it covered though,” Your eyes follow the trail of his own, the bar indicating funds donated up significantly in only a few minutes. “So, as you’re all aware the funds for this stream are going to…”

Your mind wanders as Jeongguk explains the nature of the stream, his eyes alight with a passion that pulls you from bed every morning. His skin glows under the flood of mood lighting and his eyes reflect the screen that he’s staring into with such intent. You don’t know when your hands shifted, now allowing him the freedom of his thumb to glide along your knuckles but it forces your smile to widen. He loves what he does and you adore the platform that he’s built from the ground up, memories of his days playing for crowds of a couple hundred surfacing. 

You pay no mind to the drift of silence until his eyes are on you, lip quirking unsure. “What?” 

“Nothing, I just love watching you.” You smile fondly, his head tilting in habit as his gaze averts back to the screen successfully flustered. 

“Anyways! We do have a couple of surprises for you guys throughout the night when we reach certain goals, brought to you by your favorite tech nerd.” He fiddles with his controls until you’re both minimized and Yoongi’s taken over the screen, arms perched atop the counter, drink dangling in hand. “Say hello to the people, Yoongi!” 

“Hello to the people,” He raises his hand just a tad, award winning smile tugging at his cheeks. His hair’s gotten longer, kissing his lashes in dangled fringe. You’re very conscious of his attraction and not the least bit confused about the attention he’s receiving. He’s already begun to sort through the mess that Jeongguk and yourself left behind, not wasting time setting up his own lighting and subsequent tasks. 

As if he senses your silent thoughts, Jeongguk leans into you, drawing your attention for a sweet moment of unspoken reassurance. Your free hand finds its way to brushing through his soft locks, glad for the prompted affection, before you engage with Yoongi once more. 

“Are you excited, Yoongs? I know everyone is very excited to see you,” You tease, leaning over to catch a glimpse of the questionable messages being sent by many of those present in the stream. “The chat is very excited. Are you sure we can’t make one of the prizes a date with you?” 

“I don’t know if they could handle it,” He teases, distracting himself with the fiddle of a contraption you can’t name. “But if you guys can get to twenty thousand we’ll have a fun little date right here on stream.”

You're unsure if it's the natural charisma that seems to ooze from Yoongi with perfect timing, but his teeth grab hold of his lip and his eyes are dazzling under the artificial kitchen lights. It almost has you grabbing your own phone to add to the donations already piling in. 

“You guys are already halfway there,” Jeongguk muses. “I was gonna suggest we start a little gaming, but I think we should just chat for a bit.”

“Yeah, I think that would probably be best. You guys are really on your game tonight, I’m already honestly blown away by your generosity.”

“Well, I’ll be here...waiting alone.” Yoongi sighs, drawing out the words in feigned sulk. As if to add to the dramatics of the scene, Jeongguk transitions back to full screen with a shrug ignoring the influx of protests from Yoongi and viewers alike. “I’ll remember that!” 

“So!” Jeongguk half spins toward you, glancing between you and the chat in thought. “Should we do like a game or have you guys ask us questions or something?” 

“Let’s just talk about our day, how are you guys?” Your eyes squint, the pace of the comments almost too hard for your eyes to track. Jeongguk does the same, his frame leaning a little closer, allowing your chin to rest on his shoulder.

it’s 3am here, but you better believe i will go to work with no sleep for this extra serotonin !!!!

“I mean, maybe get a little sleep,” You advise before Jeongguk’s fingers pull to his lips and he shushes.

“Ya know, I for one think that sleep is overrated. If your boss asks you why you’re slacking off tomorrow I give you permission to blame y/n because we need you here right now...fueling our egos.” 

“Wha-Jeongguk!”

“What? It’s not like they’re gonna track you down, and if they do just pretend you don’t know…” He glances at the screen, “—joonstiddiecommitee.”

~*~

“Hey…” You glance at one of the comments in the chat, recovering from laughter at one of Jeongguk’s bits. Your finger traces it, highlighted in purple as it disappears from view. “That dono said you almost have a hundred k subscribers.” 

“Holy shit—”

You’re almost at 100k, how are we gonna celebrate mom and dad?

You’ve grown used to the dedication of Jeongguk’s followers referring to you as such, a little flustered in the beginning but altogether endeared that you’re considered a part of the community. Jeongguk is far too stunned to speak, making sure that the numbers are real, he and Jin conversing back and forth in their private thread. 

A cooking stream would go crazy if y/n’s insta is anything to go on

“I think we could definitely discuss something like that,” You cover, drawing Jeongguk from his haze. “What do you think? We could do a bunch of fun stuff, on stream and maybe a couple of youtube vids?” 

He finds your gaze and you don’t miss the shine in his eyes, clearly overwhelmed with the support he’s gained in such a short time. He attempts to speak but the words appear to jam at the push of his tongue against his lips, too choked for words. You want nothing more than to pull him into your arms, but the moment seems too intimate for a stream of thousands. Luckily, those eager for response on the subject of celebration are no match for the feral fangirls who just want a date with the illustrious Min Yoongi. 

i just got paid and spent $100 just for a group date with yoongi, is it 2k yet??? <3

“As a matter of fact,” You look at the bar in the corner, filled just past $20,000. “I think you guys have earned a little lovin’ from Mr. Min.”

“Damn right you have,” Jeongguk surprises you with his speech, clearing his throat when the words come slightly cracked. Your eyes find rest on his profile, searching for indication of the emotion threatening to bubble over the surface. “I know by now that you guys only pretend to come here for me and you’re really here for Y/n and Yoongi so, because I am incredibly grateful for all of your donations, Yoongi has prepared a nice little ‘date’ for you guys.”

“Oh man, I have half a mind to go to the kitchen. Who wouldn’t want a date with The Min Yoongi?” Your tone is a tease, repentance clear  in the way your arms encircle Jeongguk’s shoulders and your lips press against his cheeks before he has the chance to feign dramatics at your play.

“Yeah yeah, you guys go have fun in there while we have fun in here. Take it away Yoongi!” Jeongguk’s fingers dance along his keyboard with a few thick clicks before the viewers are transported to the kitchen where you can already hear Yoongi pleasing the crowd. 

You sit for a moment, waiting for Jeongguk to speak, his cheeks puffing in and out from his heavy intake. His fingers trace the length of your arms still wrapped around him, finding your fingers to clasp. 

“A hundred thousand subs huh?” You hush, nose pressing to the crook of his neck, ready for the reaction slow to come. The number has been something of a figment, always a passing phrase or the root of a bit on stream. To Jeongguk it was the root of his what-if dreams, always thought untouchable so that everything up to now was enough to satiate his hunger for success. 

Your mind reminds of the excitement that traced his galaxy gaze when there were one hundred people just watching his stream. You recall his excited exit from his office, just a makeshift closet in your old place at the time. His equipment was severely lacking, his charms the only thing for him to go on in the early stages. 

“I mean, we’re not there yet.” He mumbles, his chair slightly sliding, legs bouncing against the wood flooring. He stares at the steadily moving bar, lip between worrying teeth and his pupils flitting in every direction imaginable.

You both drown the incessant pings flooding from messages courtesy of Jin and the periodic bouts of laughter mixed with Yoongi’s growling timber drifting from the kitchen. Your hand houses the edge of his cheeks, forcing his gaze to yours, irises plagued with that faraway look he often adopts.

The room is hot, a light sheen kissing his skin and his sharp inhales relaxed to barely audible pants. You ignore the way his eyes study you, the base of your neck already beginning to tingle under his heavy stare. You wonder if you have the same effect on him or if you’re alone in your constant state of baffling adoration for the man with just inches between. 

“You’re there, babe. If not tonight then tomorrow or the next day...you’ve worked so hard for this.” You assure, tracing the skin of his cheek, pressing your lips briefly to his own in hopes of soothing the nerves to make way for the excitement you can feel pulsing through him. “You’re allowed to be excited and emotional, we’re all right here with you.” 

“Do you remember when I hit a million on youtube?”

“Hmm, yeah. I remember because I was on my way home and you called me completely amped and asked me to pick up some of those cheap confetti launchers from the drug store,” You muse, the day is vivid in your mind. Jeongguk’s ramblings had been only half coherent, your eyes wide as you listened to him ramble whilst attempting to focus on your surroundings. He eventually told you to stop off for the confetti and he’d explain when you got home.

“Yeah, I’ll never forget the way your face lit up when I told you.” Your foreheads press, noses grazing each other with every word spoken. You almost miss the way one of his hands momentarily lifts to rest against his ear before it makes its way to your own. “I think...I don’t know maybe it’s stupid, but I think this just feels different.”

“Good different?” 

“Maybe? It’s definitely been more difficult to gain support as a streamer. I mean with youtube my videos are there for people to find and watch over and over, in rapid succession if they want, but here I have to be fresh and consistent, constantly making people want to come back.”

He glances at the monitor, the chat getting on well with Yoongi whose smile hasn’t moved an inch since he went live. There’s a ghost of the same on Jeongguk’s lips, reading the comments that flow, mentally tracking the donations he’ll call out when he gets the chance. 

“I think I was choked up for a second back there because I never thought that they’d show up for me and I was always fine with that, fine with my little audience, but they did show up. They really showed up. This is...this is like my job now.” His words are coated with the bewilderment in the wide of his eyes, gesturing to the impressive set before you. 

“Yeah, it’s all you.” 

“No, it’s us. ” He’s quick to remedy, chuckling at the thought of doing it alone. It’s true that he has help, you, Jin, Yoongi, but he doesn’t give himself nearly the credit he deserves. “It’s why I’m glad to have you on streams and in videos, I know my audience loves you, but no one loves you and having you here more than I do. You’ve been with me every step of the way and I know for a fact that I couldn’t do it without you. I hope I never have to.” 

“You never will,” You pull him in again, this kiss longer than the last, his hands finding your waist to gently transition you from the comfort of your chair to that of his lap, discarding your headphones to avoid the tangle of cords in favor of limbs. You don’t mind, rather prefer the comfort of his sweats to the increasingly uncomfortable cushion. Time is no object with your bodies moving in tandem, mouths breaking only for air, a questionable crash from the kitchen the only thing invasive enough to interrupt. 

Both of your heads dart to the screen, Yoongi’s cheeks reddened and the jagged edge of a plate clutched in his grasp. 

~*~

It’s late, Jeongguk notes, his fingers moving nimbly along his controller never losing focus on the task at hand. The chat is still lively, infinite time zones a blessing in times like these, and donations have winded down, but he decides that a night of 100k is a night well spent, not to mention the sizable donation he and his team have pulled together. Yoongi’s long since retired for the evening, your kitchen clear and his only presence the occasional chat comment from the comfort of his bed.

His eyes dart to the sub-count, the smallest gap keeping him from reach of his reachable dream. He’s keeping himself in high spirits in the hopes a donation or two will come through, his eyes already burning from the hours spent staring into the glare of the screen, wishing he’d let you buy him the screeners you so happily had waiting in your cart before today. 

Speaking of you, you sit without a phrase, the barely there wisps of your exhaled breathing the only indication that you’re still in the room. He imagines you’ve slipped to a zip of your lips when he began to play, your own anxious habits invading even when you aren’t the one clutching the plastic remote that he chokes in his palms. Last he checked, you were occupied with Finn, the scratch of his paws drawing your attention when he trotted ceremoniously into the room. 

He enjoyed the attention of you and the chat fawning before Jeongguk began his game at which point you scooped him up to cuddle while you watched, now from either of you no sound could be heard.

“I’m telling you, this speed run is fucking impossible.” He huffs, his fifth try still just shy of the 6 second mark he so aims to please. He waits for the inevitable comments coaching him on his wrongs, calls of names and veins pumped full of ego telling him they could do better. 

“Let me see you do it then, Hobi.” Jeongguk’s finger flashes obscenely at the camera, clicking through the team discord to navigate Jimin’s video. His mouse is hovering over the screen. Before he can click the link, the next donation flashes on the screen and his fingers stop cold. 

✔😈 hobi-mang: man that run was ass can i quit? LMAO

✔😈 chimmychimchim: bro check the discord, joon posted a yt tutorial

I might be surviving on ramen until my next pay, but it’s worth it. thanks for all you do to put a smile on our faces, now wake mom and celebrate 100k <3

His eyes skirt to the corner of the screen and like clockwork a message from Jin sounds in their private thread as well as his own donation sounding off in the chat, already filled with celebratory emotes to congratulate him. 

✔👑 jinhit: HOLY SHIT WE HIT 100K!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Wow, I don’t even know how to process. Everyone who was gifted a sub tonight say thank you and everyone who gifted and donated you guys are absolutely insane and I love you. Moonchildjoon thank you for fifty tier one subs that’s crazy, I’m serious everyone say thanks!” He’s rambling, his thoughts too much of a maze to collect coherency, his eyes scanning the chat while attempting to keep up with his messages. 

pov: watching jk lose his mind while his girlfriend is knocked in the background lmao sdjndndn congrats king 🙌 <3

Jeongguk glances to the side, losing his mind for a reason completely new. True to the many messages flooding the chat, you are none the wiser to the current mania manifesting inches away. Your eyes are slotted closed, arms wrapped around Finn, now happily wagging his tail as Jeongguk’s attention shifts, and your hands are gripping the sleeves of your sweater in paws. He forgets for a moment that he’s running a stream upward of six thousand people, one hand shooting out to tap the bridge of your nose watching the way it immediately scrunches under his soft hand. 

stop it with the cute shit, you know we’re all single

“Sorry,” Jeongguk chuckles, instead nudging your arm until your eyes begin a rapid blink finding home in his looming presence. “Hello there, stream too boring for you?” 

“Wha-I fell asleep?! How embarrassing, I’m sorry!” Your hands come to rub at your sleep heavy eyes, Finn not taking kindly to the disturbance urging Jeongguk to take him away. 

“It’s no big deal, we hit a hundred thousand subs while you were snoozing but it’s whatever.” Jeongguk shrugs it off, turning back to the monitor with a knowing smile, lowering Finn to the ground in preparation for the inevitable. You slowly stretch your limbs, moving your chair close enough that you can be a part of the stream again. 

“Oh, well that’s good I was afraid that—wait…” You swipe your eyes, clearing the extra fatigue as best you can. Jeongguk can see the words processing, the dilation of your pupils shooting to him then the screen then to him once more. “OH MY GOD JEONGGUK!”

As expected you’re in his arms with seconds to spare, not a care in the world as you hold him close, lips pressed to his before you hastily realize the screen is still recording your every move. You hastily retreat, hands pressing to his cheeks with a play scowl. 

“Why didn’t you wake me?! Why didn't you guys tell him to wake me?!” Immediately the response pour in, throwing Jeongguk to the wolves in favor of remaining in your good graces. 

“Wow, thanks guys. I woke you as soon as I could, I had to take a second to process!” He pleads, pulling you into his chest, lips falling to your crown. “We did it.” 

“I’m so excited, you guys!” You turn your attention to the camera, though Jeongguk never waivers his grip, your hands carding through his hair. “Did you already tell them the plan?” 

“Of course not, I wanted you to be awake for that part.” 

“Ahhh, yay!” 

“So guys, we talked a lot about this milestone while you were off making eyes at Yoongi and we decided that it would be fun to do a streamathon. Seven days of streams, whatever you guys wanna see us do and we’ll even throw in some extra youtube content.” Jeongguk explains, pleased with the immediate positivity. “And  before you ask, yes, everyone will be involved.”

“We thought it would be fun if you guys voted on stuff, like a cooking stream or a fun game you want us to play. We’ll pick a week within the month and make it all about you guys!” You hop in, Jeongguk’s lips lifting in fondness for the ease with which you’ve taken charge.

He recalls the days of hiding behind the lenses and the uncredited addition of your ideas for videos. He much prefers having you by his side, a steady presence in what he loves. He adores the shyness that still paints you when the camera is rolling and the bouts of confidence that not even he can see coming. He loves that people get to see the person that has made all of this possible, that they accept you and love you as much as they do him. 

“Anything to add, love? Koo?” Your hand hangs before his face, snapping him from thoughts occupied with the occupation at hand. “Stream too boring for you?” 

“Ha ha, I was just thinking about how happy I am.” You grin at the words, chancing another peck to his lips. “But no I don’t have anything to add, except that I think this is where we say goodbye.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. It’s been an amazing night you guys, you raised a hundred thousand dollars for charity and you matched that in subs. I can’t begin to tell you guys how thankful I am to be a part of such a wonderful community and to be able to come here and hopefully make your days just a little better. So, thank you guys so so much and we’ll see you soon.”