I was having a really bad day, so I wrote something to make me feel better, it’s very specific, but I wrote it thinking about myself so…
Ler: Min Yoongi, Kim Taehyung
You’re in a really bad creative block, and Yoongi and Taehyung can’t see you like that
Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down
This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them
You bit down hard on the end of your pencil. At that moment, your mind felt completely empty. No ideas came to you, no hope, not even a single thought. Well… actually, plenty of thoughts came to you, but none worth writing down. I don’t want to put the horrible things you were thinking about yourself here.
The paper on the desk in front of you remained blank, except for the parts where you had tried to erase something but hadn’t managed to completely, leaving gray graphite smudges behind that matched your feelings—completely gray.
Your job was just this. You were a visual artist and were preparing to produce a comic book! It was your dream! You would be working alongside a writer you admired and had already been hired, so all you had to do was start working!
If only it were that easy. You couldn’t control when creative blocks would hit, and the one you were having right now was absolutely destroying your mental state.
You banged your head against the desk, biting the pencil again. The page remained blank, now only decorated with a few small stains caused by your tears.
On the other side of your bedroom door, Taehyung pressed his ear against it while Yoongi leaned against the wall beside him.
“No music… she wouldn’t stay without listening to music,” the younger one sighed, crouching down, a weight in his heart just imagining what might be happening to you.
“She must be going through something,” Suga gently stroked his friend’s hair to keep him from getting too nervous. “Let’s go in, it’s okay, we’ll figure this out.”
Three soft knocks sounded on the door, and without you saying anything, it opened, revealing a worried Taehyung and Yoongi.
“Y/N/N, are you— ah—” Suga began, but his expression darkened even more when he saw the amount of tears escaping your eyes. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your mouth was slightly open, and your eyes were wide as if you were frightened. You were having an anxiety attack.
“Hey!” V hurried to your chair and gently picked you up. You were shorter than him, and he lifted you, forcing you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You hugged him tightly, your crying now muffled against his shoulder.
Taehyung exchanged an extremely worried glance with Yoongi, who frowned and gently rubbed your back.
“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay now, we’re here.”
V sat down on the bed, still holding you in his lap, and Suga sat in front of both of you, taking your hand and gently stroking it, knowing it would help calm you.
“I-I c-can’t!” You buried your red face even deeper into the singer, who lovingly stroked your hair.
“What can’t you do, Y/N?” Taehyung asked.
“I-I c-c-can’t draw— w-what I— w-what—” Your hands shook, your tongue felt numb, and you forgot how to speak.
“Shhh, shhh, no— you don’t have to force it like that.” Yoongi stopped you when you started stuttering too much. He looked at Tae, silently asking for help, for an idea…
“What if we sing a song for you? How about that?” V moved a strand of hair that had fallen onto your forehead. “We know your favorite song of ours, don’t we?”
“Coffee, huh?” Suga smiled slightly. “It’s nice to remember that one… how did it go again, Tae?”
The singer smiled and started singing:
(Translation) “Baby, baby, you are caramel macchiato
Still, your scent is sweet on my lips
Baby, baby, you are warmer than café latte
Do you remember that cozy feeling?
Taehyung sang the chorus with his angelic voice, filling your ears and seeming to soothe your soul.
You couldn’t help letting out a small giggle at V’s enthusiasm and Suga’s slight embarrassment.
“Baby, tonight, sleep well tonight
Just the awkward flow between us
The first text and first call that flowed
The first meeting we anticipated, but why am I only
Was it because of tension or nervousness
As time passed, naturally we signed
Not lovers, not lovers, with those words every day
We confirmed each other and engraved it in our hearts
Our first meeting was like caramel macchiato
Sweet wherever we went together
The desire to go anywhere together also faded over time
Like espresso, I had to let go
Uh, it hurts for no reason, uh, we were really good
Parting is a bitter Americano
Memories still go to that café”
Yoongi performed his rap slowly, gently, just the way you liked it, filling your ears and calming you even more.
“And what about you now, Y/N/N? Sing for us.” V smiled, gently squeezing your nose when you uncovered your face and looked at him.
“B-Baby, b-baby, you are c-c-caramel macchiato
S-Still, your scent is s-sweet on my lips
B-Baby, baby, you are warmer than café latte
Do you remember that cozy feeling?
You smiled slightly, the notes leaving your mouth carrying away your bad feelings, all flying far away—exactly what the two men wanted them to do, go far away from you.
“Very good, your voice is beautiful, Y/N/N,” Suga said, placing a light kiss on your hand. “How do you feel?”
You were still crying a little, but a small smile had taken the place of your frown.
“That’s good~” V smiled. “Do you want to tell us what happened?”
You sighed, feeling the urge to start crying uncontrollably again just from thinking about your creative block, but you tried to focus on Tae’s hand stroking your hair and Yoongi’s light kisses on your hand.
“I’m having a horrible creative block,” you explained. “I can’t draw at all. Nothing.”
“Ah, that’s really awful, I know how that feels…” Suga sighed.
“You do?” you and V, who wasn’t artistic enough to get creative blocks, asked, somewhat surprised.
“Yeah, it happens to me when I have a really tight deadline to deliver a song. It’s like all the ideas disappear from my head and I become completely empty…”
Yoongi scratched the back of his neck slightly. It was a bad feeling for him too, and remembering it didn’t make him very comfortable.
“So am I like this because of the deadline?” you asked, squeezing the older man’s hand back to comfort him too, feeling bad about his discomfort.
“When do you have to turn it in?” Taehyung asked.
“In October?!” both men exclaimed at the same time. It was still April…
“Are you crazy, Y/N? The deadline is six months away and you’re like this?” V exclaimed, poking your stomach to scold you while you started laughing like a child at his exaggerated reactions. “You. Do. Not. Need. To. Be. Nervous!” He emphasized each word with a poke.
“It’s nohohohot my fahahault!”
“You’re worrying too much again, huh?” Yoongi smiled. “I think she deserves a punishment, don’t you, Tae?” He wiggled his fingers, slowly bringing them closer to his victim—namely, you.
The younger man threw you onto the bed. He didn’t pin your arms down or sit on top of you. The two of them knew perfectly well that you would love this and wouldn’t try to escape anytime soon.
“Oh~ Y/N/N, you’re already laughing?” V laughed. You tried to cover your mouth, but your giggles kept slipping through your fingers.
“I think she really wants this~” the hyung teased, using one of his hands to finally squeeze your left side while the other gently stroked your ear.
Taehyung, who was sitting opposite the rapper, used one hand to scribble across your stomach while the other went straight for your lower ribs, squeezing quickly.
“Nahahahahahahao! Ahahahahaha! Ihihihihi’m feheheheeling behehehettheheheher!!”
“Hmmm, do you think so, hyung?”
“Definitely not. Look how she’s still crying.”
Suga was referring to the little tears caused by your laughter, and once again you found yourself with no way out.
“Then I think that to stop crying… she needs to laugh more!” V, without warning or asking permission, raised both hands and dug them into your ribs on both sides of your body.
You let out a scream that surely woke up all the neighbors, but it wasn’t your fault! It was Yoongi’s, because he started squeezing the insides of your thighs too! Your two weakest spots!
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHASEHE!”
“Does it tickle, Y/N/N? Oh~ what a shame. I guess you’ll have to endure it a little longer, huh?~”
“I think she infected me with all her sadness, Tae! I’ll have to blow my nose…” Suga slowly lifted your shirt.
“NAHAHAHAO! YOHOHOHONGIHI-HYHUHUHUNG- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
The older man blew the biggest raspberry he could on your stomach, but that didn’t stop him from squeezing your thighs, because he didn’t stop!
“I want to blow my nose somewhere too, hm… what do you think about your neck, Y/N?” V grinned mischievously, burying his head between your shoulder and neck so you couldn’t protect yourself and covering you with kisses and raspberries, the kind that always made you laugh the hardest.
His hands obviously didn’t stop either, his fingers poking every space between your upper ribs before darting down to the lower ones, repeating the cycle endlessly.
“AHAHAHHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHASE! TAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHYHUHUHUNG!”
“You’re so cute~ I could listen to you laugh all day, couldn’t you, Yoongi-hyung?”
“Definitely, Taehyung.” The older man smiled. He was happy to see you laughing like this and proud that the two of them had managed to make you feel better. “She’s had enough.”
The four hands and two mouths that had been making you laugh stopped, leaving behind only the pleasant tingling sensation that always lingered afterward.
Taehyung pulled you back into his lap, and Yoongi sat back down in front of the two of you, in the same position as when everything had started.
“Are you okay?” the singer asked.
“Yes,” you said, letting out a relieved sigh.
“That’s great. Don’t be so hard on yourself, Y/N/N. You’re human. There are many things you still won’t be able to do, but I’m sure you’ll overcome this, and we’ll be here with you.” Suga smiled, brushing a messy strand of hair away from your face.
“Thank you so much, hyungs.”
“You’re so cute!” V squeezed you in his arms, making both you and Yoongi laugh again.
As long as you were with them, you felt like you could do anything.
“How about we get something to drink?” the older one suggested. “What do you want, Y/N?”
“Well… all that singing made me want a latte…”
“Let’s go to a café!” The younger man stood up, pulling you by the arm while you laughed without any sign of stopping.
