𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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Deciding on my own, I take his hand and bring him into the shower, clothes still on and everything. I'll find a pair of dry clothes for him later, but for now, he needs to get warm fast. The warehouse is cold on its own, and judging by his body temperature, I feel like he'll catch a bad cold or worse if he doesn't get his body temperature higher soon.

I stay in the shower with him, my clothes ending up just as soaked as his, but we both remain quiet. A bath would be better at this point, but I haven't seen any around.

Grabbing his arm, it's still freezing but warming up slowly.

"Are you still cold? Are you warming up?" I ask, but suddenly, being taken off guard by his arms wrapping over my shoulders and bringing me close to his chest.

"Yoongi?" I ask, but he doesn't respond. He just holds me tight, and when I hear his heartbeat, it reminds me of the story Ghost told me.

"I miss you," those three little words escape from his lips, and when I raise my head, I see tears pouring down his eyes and cheeks, mixing into the shower water which hits his delicate body.

He stares into my eyes and leans closer. Without fully realizing what's happening, Yoongi comes closer and kisses me. His hands go to my cheeks while he gently kisses my lips, then all of a sudden, he falls to his knees and holds onto my waist, letting his head rest against my lower stomach.

"I miss you so damn much," he says, burying himself into my shirt, but all I can do is stay still and run my fingers through the top of his wet hair.

Although I'm lost about what just happened, I do know that he wasn't thinking correctly. I don't know if he's been drinking anything or not, but I know he got me confused with somebody else.

I never knew he was like this, but hell, I only worked with him. I didn't know anything about him, but a distant memory hits me. I do remember him coming back from the bathroom at work on a regular basis, and he would look like he had been crying at work, but I always ignored it because it wasn't any of my business.

Now, staring down at him, I can't help but wonder how long he's been breaking like this and if anyone else has truly cared enough to help him.

𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪

We were in the shower for about fifteen minutes before I turned off the water and helped Yoongi out of the shower. I grabbed two towels for us, and I removed my soaked clothes except for my underwear and placed them over the shower curtain to hang.

Yoongi followed my actions and did the same, leaving his underwear on but removing the rest of his soaked clothes and placing them over a shower curtain to dry, too. Honestly, it would have been smarter to do that at first, but I was more concerned that he was about to faint from the coldness and wanted him to get warm as fast as he could. Besides, he wouldn't remove his clothes when I told him to anyways.

I wrapped the white, clean towel around my body and gave him one where he did the same.

We walked out of the showers and up the stairs into the small room where he's been staying. I shut the door behind me but before I do, I get a glimpse of a few people downstairs dancing to slow music.

Amongst the couples, I point out Jimin and Barbie. Jimin's resting his head on her shoulder, while she's running her fingers through his locks. I smile at the sight and shut the door.