a/n: I was never into kpop and didn't get it, but I thought - can't judge unless I delve into it to see wtf. Then a weird thing happened, and I... fell in love with BTS? So. I'm going to write a few "vignettes" inspired by them. Bet you'll guess my bias(es).

Part I: V Live

"This is Uzumaki Naruto's V Live," said the 23-year-old singer as he adjusted the video recorder and checked out his appearance on the screen. Out of habit, he pushed a hand back through his hair, lifting it off of his forehead. He smiled broadly at the fans he knew were watching. "We just came back from, uh… Manila. About," he looked at his watch. "Twenty-four hours ago. The other members are asleep, I think. But, I've asked our youngest member to stop by—

There was a knock at his door. Naruto got up, carrying the recorder with him so that their fans could follow what he was doing. He opened the door for Uchiha Sasuke, the youngest in the group at 21. He was one of their best dancers and a rapper. Naruto, on the other hand, was a vocalist and not a bad dancer by any means either, though their styles were different. Naruto had trained in modern dance while Sasuke was used to hip-hop and b-boy styles.

"Sasuke, say hi to the fans." He placed his hand on the younger man's lower back and guided him back to the desk where he'd prepared an extra chair.

"Hello," Sasuke said in polite language.

He sat beside Naruto in the chair. They were close enough that their thighs made contact. A couple of years ago (when they'd first made their group debut), Sasuke didn't want to have much to do with him, but following some serious persistence on his part, it seemed that the rapper tolerated his presence more now. Naruto remembered a time when Sasuke rated him the worst looking in their group of seven. It pissed him off, and he'd even given up on trying to get Sasuke to like him for a while. Then, one day… actually, when they were dancing in the practice room at the studio attached to their dorm—they worked on a routine, just the two of them, late into the night, and from that point on… things were… different? Sometimes?

"So, Sasuke," Naruto was watching him on the screen. "What did you think of Manila?"

"I think I didn't get any sleep for three days."

"Heh, yeah, that's true. We had a really good concert, but there was at least a day we got to spend on the beach. Although, Sasuke's not a huge fan of the beach, are you?"

"I like it okay," Sasuke replied. "Just not as much as you do apparently."

"True, true. I grew up near a beach—"

"We're from the same town."

"Hey, as your elder, don't interrupt me," Naruto teased, throwing his arm around Sasuke's shoulders. "You don't do that to Gaara."

"That's because Gaara will kill me in my sleep if I address him informally. You always act younger than me, so it's hard to see you that way."

"Ah, ah," Naruto slapped him upside the head. "See how he talks to me? No respect. Some people consider me the leader of this group."

"Do they?" Sasuke, looking over at him, smirked. "Someone besides you?"

"I always take care of you." Since he hadn't been rebuffed, Naruto took the opportunity to ruffle the other man's hair affectionately. "I take you out to eat, I cover you up when you fall asleep on the couch in the common area, make you food when you're hungry."

"He makes me instant ramen," Sasuke said into the camera. "That's all he knows how to make."

"That's 'cause we're always so busy and it only takes three minutes!"

"See, you complain like a child." Sasuke shifted in the chair, a sign Naruto should remove his hand from the man's head before it got ripped off.

"No, no. This is what fans like about me. They call it charming, and for some reason you can't appreciate, though I'm the most charming guy in the group."

"You're a decent dancer anyway," Sasuke murmured out of the corner of his mouth, leaning slightly to his right, putting his shoulder in contact with Naruto. He looked pale.

Naruto put a hand to his forehead. "You feelin' okay?"

Sasuke swatted it away. "I'm fine."

"Hmm." Naruto observed him with a degree of worry. "Like Sasuke said, we didn't have much time for sleep while in the Philippines, I guess. Took its toll on us, but after a day or two, we'll catch up on our sleep and be in Hong Kong on the 23rd. Right?"

"Yes." Sasuke stifled a yawn and then pushed a hand through his hair.

It pushed his hair back in a way that made Naruto smile at him fondly.

"You really have nice eyes," Naruto complimented. "You probably just gave some of our fans a heart attack. You always keep them hidden behind your hair, don't you?"

He went to push it back again after Sasuke had dropped his arm onto the chair. This time, he didn't push Naruto's hand away. He did, though, feel warm to the touch. It worried Naruto, so he didn't want to keep the Live going for too much longer. Sasuke needed rest, too. Even though he was, like Naruto, typically an insomniac.

"My eyes aren't as nice as yours," Sasuke said quietly.

It was so sincere, Naruto was caught off guard. He was used to Sasuke insulting him, not complimenting him.

"Oh, are you sure you're not ill? You're bein' very nice all of a sudden."

"I'm nice to you," Sasuke replied, slouching into the chair. "When you're not being an idiot."

Naruto made an exasperated face at the camera. "Did you just mock my dialect?"

"Hn… maybe."

"How do you not have one if we grew up in the same city in the south of Japan?"

"I'm not a hick?"

"Ha!" Naruto knocked into him with his elbow, so Sasuke elbowed him in return—and when Naruto moved his arm off the chair, Sasuke took over his spot and was almost leaning into him. He wasn't used to Sasuke being so touchy. Usually that was Naruto's thing.

He brushed it off, figuring it was the lack of sleep and brutal schedule over the last few days.

"Sasuke and I did go out when we were in Manila," Naruto reported to their fans. "Didn't we? Sasuke and I often go out when we're in another city. We both like to try different food. Sasuke likes spicy food a lot, and so do I. Although, I like sake and soju more than he does."

"I like it," Sasuke said. "Just not as much as you. You can outdrink anybody."

Naruto laughed nervously. "Don't give fans the wrong idea!"

"He does." Sasuke smirked into the recorder. "Naruto likes to have a good time."

Naruto went to cover his mouth; Sasuke covered his hand with his, but didn't move it. Again, Naruto wasn't used to this, so he ended up staring at Sasuke for at least 20 seconds until he'd realized they were still on camera. He quickly removed his hand.

"I do like to have a good time," he responded, pouting a little. "I thought we had a good time, especially this trip."

"We did." Sasuke gave a short nod. "It's why I'm being nice to you."

"Ah, so there is a reason you're bein' nicer to me than normal! It's 'cause I bought you food!"

Sasuke gave him a look. An odd one that Naruto didn't quite understand so he tilted his head in question—another gesture of habit. For a moment, they were caught in a second staredown until Sasuke, leaning closer and reaching out a hand (Naruto almost panicked thinking he was going to stroke his cheek), but the hand shifted and Sasuke merely tugged at his earring.

"Why are you so nervous… Naruto?" Sasuke's voice was low and his eyes bright with dark humor.

"You're teasing me." Naruto, though he grabbed onto Sasuke's hand to do it, pushed him away but didn't let go. Why was his heart racing, and why did he keep forgetting they were live?

He coughed, trying to regain his composure.

"You should, uh… respect your elders more."

"So you've mentioned." Sasuke had the audacity to smirk at him.

"Punk." Naruto narrowed his eyes.

"Senpai."

Naruto burst into a goofy grin and, flustered, looked away and then back, only to rub his hand across his face. Was he sweating? What was this guy up to anyway?

"Thank you for always taking care of me," Sasuke abruptly added, again speaking in polite, formal language to him. "These past two years."

Naruto blinked at him, unexpectedly emotional at the praise and gratitude. Unconsciously, he leaned to the side, pressing their shoulders together; Sasuke didn't flinch. Another long look between them, but then Sasuke coughed, and—panicked—Naruto glanced at the screen.

There was fanservice, and then there was… whatever the hell was happening right now.

"You should get some rest," Naruto muttered, putting some distance between their bodies by moving his chair. There was a mild shift in expression from Sasuke he couldn't quite pin down.

Naruto glanced into the camera. "I think since we don't want Sasuke to get sick, we should probably cut the live short for now. Thanks for coming to my Live."

He said it first to Sasuke, and then to the fans that were watching them.

"Thank you, everyone."

"Thank you," Sasuke said, bowing his head to the fans. "Goodnight."

"Bye bye." Naruto shut off the camera with a wave and set it on a shelf.

He sat back in his chair, releasing a long, heavy breath. He scratched the back of his neck before slowly turning to the younger band member.

"What was that?" He asked.

"What was what?" Sasuke seemed to be teasing him again, feigning innocence.

Naruto turned his chair so that he faced him. Once more, he pressed the back of his hand to Sasuke's forehead. There could be no other reason for this behavior other than Sasuke being ill, which was of great concern to him. They were away from their families, and being older than Sasuke by two years, he felt a responsibility to take care of him and keep him in good health.

"Naruto," Sasuke grabbed for his wrist, grip unexpectedly tight. "I'm fine. I'm not sick."

"Then why?" He wondered, gaze drifting to Sasuke's hand, then up to the man's eyes.

"I don't know what you mean."

Naruto narrowed his eyes, but his brows were arched out of curiosity. "...Don't you?"

Sasuke glanced away. "You shouldn't use that low voice on me."

"What low voice?" He'd done it again, but not on purpose.

Sasuke looked back at him, almost glaring. "I'm going to bed."

"Are you mad?" Naruto was totally lost about what was going on right now.

"I'm fine." Sasuke, letting go of Naruto's hand, stood up and stretched. For an instant, his shirt rode up just enough to reveal a glimpse of his stomach.

Naruto hadn't meant to stare, but he did. Then, he blushed because of it because he knew Sasuke had seen it. When Naruto found the courage to look at him again, he was well aware of his cheeks being red and flushed.

Sasuke was… smirking. "Goodnight, senpai."

As he stood next to Naruto's chair, he—for maybe a second—set his hand on top of Naruto's shoulder and, leaving Naruto utterly confused, walked out of the room. It was a delayed reaction, but Naruto swiveled the chair around just as the door closed behind him.

"What the hell?" He whispered aloud before sharply turning around and gripping the edge of the desk until it hurt his fingers. "What the hell was that?"

And why was his heart still—he covered it with his hand—beating so fast?

That punk.

Naruto set his elbows on the desk, head down as he held it in his hands. He wet his lips before lifting his head, staring ahead of him at the wall.

Well, that was… that had definitely been…

Something.

It shouldn't surprise him, though, as Sasuke's behavior was the most unpredictable of their group. Often standoffish with other members, especially him… when had Sasuke suddenly decided to… warm up to him… and why did it make Naruto feel so damn—

Giddy?