Pov- its 3tanbro and oc when they were kids. Oc is telling yoongi about this particular memory and the guilt is weighing him down but oc holds him close and says ' we'll be okay, he'll understand '🥺
Cry. With. Me. Pls.
“I can’t believe he’s still playing with y’all.”
“Basketball? Why?”
“I dunno,” you shrug, watching players from a different sport run back and forth across a televised field. “Just feel like he’d gotten past his sports phase.”
A memory surfaces, and you shake your head with a breath through your nose. “He definitely grew out of his nice-jock-brother one.”
Yoongi runs a finger along your shoulder. “He had one of those?”
Valid question.
You bury your head into his chest, eyes still on the tv mounted above his desk. “Yeah, but that was so long ago. Even gave me his medals and trophies every time he won things.”
“No shit? All of them?”
“Mmhmm. Ever since he saw that I couldn’t stop staring once.” You cringe when you feel the rumbles of Yoongi’s laugh. “I know, it’s weird. But I liked how shiny the little coin thing was.”
“This explains a lot.”
When you poke his side, he flinches with another bit of amusement. “Shut up.”
It’s all true, though.
When you think back, it does sound strange. Certainly not normal in the least. But your room was always the one with all the awards your brother got, from sports to even one chess tournament that he somehow got runner-up in.
That one was probably your favorite.
Whether he did all of that in order to keep his room less cluttered, or just so that you could stare at all the shine until you got your own, you still don’t know for sure.
But they always gave you just a bit of peace, so you fixated on that little wall of gold, silver, and bronze. Your own little makeshift galaxy when things out in the real world weren’t the best.
“So sappy, honestly,” you finally blurt with a snort, starting to bring your head up. “I can’t believe he—”
Huh.
What’s that look on his face?
“Baby?”
Yoongi lifts his eyes, but they don’t quite meet yours. “Hmm.”
“You okay?”
Something’s on his mind. Was it anything you said? All you talked about was…
Oh.
“Hey,” you whisper, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. “We’ll be okay.”
Finally, his gaze gently locks onto your own—one that you hope gives him a bit of peace back.
When Yoongi quietly laughs at your next statement, you know he’ll be good. You’ll all be good.
…Hopefully.
“Now you get to give me your trophies instead.”
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3tanslices: mini-scenarios! series: three tangerines
