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The cost of fame came at nothing for your friendship with Yoongi. For the best part of a decade, the two of you had been inseparable, Yoongi always made time for you, wherever in the world he was, and you always made sure to make time for him, staying up into the early hours of the morning most nights, just to hear his voice.
However, as the band continued to storm America and Europe, the boys suddenly weren't as touchable as it seemed. Somehow you had ended up sharing your best friend with millions of girls around the world. What once seemed like your Yoongi, wasn't anymore.
You never lost your caring instinct, constantly checking social media to make sure he was looking healthy, eating enough, getting at least eight hours sleep where possible, and not working himself too hard. You'd text, call, email, whichever way you could reach out to him, but those messages didn't always receive responses.
After a months long tour in America doing promotional work you heard rumour the boys were back in the country. It wasn't just Yoongi, over time you had developed friendships with all the boys, admiring all their different qualities. Upon hearing the news, you rang the most reliable of the group, Namjoon, desperate to try and arrange a visit to the studio.
Your call was answered instantly, the sound of his comforting voice bringing a smile to your face. "Y/N, how are you? It's been awhile."
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I tried to get in contact a couple of times, but I didn't get anything in response." Namjoon hummed, he too had recognised that Yoongi wasn't the best in communication, often ignoring his phone for hours when he was busy or sleeping. "That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about now. Are you home?"
"We are." It was a relief if anything else to know they were safely back home, in an environment they could be comfortable in, without the pressures of being in other countries around the world. "It's so nice to be home, it would be nice to see you too."
It was as if he read your mind, knowing exactly why you were ringing. "If that's alright, I don't want to interrupt the busy schedule of seven global heartthrobs."
You both shared a chuckle on either end of the phone, the rest of the call planning your visit to the dorms to catch up with them all.
Counting down the days, you soon found yourself stood outside the dorms, having text Namjoon that you were outside, he agreed to come down and meet you, sneaking you in without the other guys noticing. As soon as the door opened, Namjoon pulled you into his chest. "It's a good thing you're here," was the first thing he whispered into your ear, instantly worrying you.
You pulled away, resting your hands on his shoulders, "what do you mean?"
"He's not been the same since we got back off tour, in fact, he wasn't completely alright on tour, we're all getting seriously worried about him." Namjoon didn't have to say his name for you to know exactly what he was talking. You practically pulled him into the building, desperate to see the state of your best friend for yourself.
