"I know you can, hyung. I know." Namjoon had always adored and idolised Yoongi when he was in middle school and Yoongi was a cool senior. He played piano, he seemed so carefree and dismissive and he'd actually given a shit when Namjoon hurt himself. He still remembered that. He blushed so hard on the way home thinking about it that he walked into another lamp post. "I'll bring you up some spare clothes, we keep some stashed in case of accident - you can use my spares but they may be a little big. Hopefully your clothes can be dried quick."

Namjoon bowed low to Yoongi and then looked up, smiling at him. "You'll do fine, hyung."