Pained Soul

Signs

Taehyung looked up to Yoongi. He was always calm and collected, mature, but could also act silly sometimes and have fun with them. He was talented, maybe he couldn't do anything like Jungkook did – and Taehyung kinda thought Jungkook wasn't even human – but he could write songs, produce, rap, even sing. His deep voice couldn't do high notes, but the low ones always sounded great. He had such a soothing voice and he always made him feel better whenever he was homesick. Yoongi wasn't one for skinship, he usually preferred his personal space, but he always made an exception for him. When he missed his family, he would let him sleep in his bed and cuddle him and he would talk in Daegu dialect.

Yoongi was his favorite hyung. He would never say it out loud, but somehow everyone already knew. Whenever Taehyung needed someone, he would go to Jimin or to Yoongi, but lately he only went to Yoongi. And that was what he planned to do that night.

He dreamed of his family and woke up at 3 am. It wasn't a nightmare, it was just all of them being happy together. Exactly the kind of dream that had him tearing up at the memories. Thinking it was still some time until the winter holiday, he couldn't help but feel frustrated. He missed them too much for his own good. His mom's cooking, his dad's funny jokes, his baby brothers, but he missed his grandma the most. And now that she was dead, the memories hurt more than ever. The way she held him whenever he had a nightmare or when a thunderstorm scared him, the cakes she loved to bake only for him, the way she always played with him even when she was really tired. He missed it all and he wanted it back. What hurt him the most was how he couldn't even go to her funeral because they were having concerts and he couldn't miss them. He couldn't be there with her and it made his heart beat painfully in his chest. His eyes stung and he blinked, trying to push back the tears. Yoongi was the only one who could help him with this, so he slowly got up, careful as to not wake Namjoon up, and slowly padded to the elders' room.

He opened the door and peeked inside, but blinked in confusion when he saw Yoongi's empty bed. Seokjin was sound asleep in his own and probably had no idea Yoongi wasn't even there. He checked the clock again. It was a little over 4 am. He sighed, knowing the eldest rapper was probably holed up in his studio once again. He looked for him in the kitchen, living room, even bathroom, but no one was there. Yoongi wasn't home. He bit at his bottom lip and opened the door to Jimin and Hoseok's shared room. He crawled under Jimin's blankets in silence and let himself be held as he cried while his best friend was whispering soothing words in his ear and stroking his back. He fell asleep soon after with a weird feeling in his stomach.

When he woke up, he was the only one in the room. Both Jimin and Hoseok were gone. He could hear voices and even though he didn't understand what they were saying, he could tell they were panicked. The feeling from the previous night grew bigger and he got up quickly, grunting as he got dizzy from the sudden movement. He shook his head and ran to the kitchen where the others were. The worry in their eyes was enough to send shivers down his spine. That, and Yoongi wasn't there.

"What's happening?" he asked, voice small and shaking.

"We don't know," Namjoon answered. "Yoongi-hyung wasn't here when we woke up and he doesn't pick up his phone."

"It's turned off," Seokjin intervened. "Every time one of us calls him, it goes straight to voicemail. Hoseok checked his studio, but no one opened the door."

"But since we don't know the passcode, we can't tell if he is really there or not. If he fell asleep it's no wonder he didn't hear the knocks on his door. Maybe he is just too exhausted and slept like a log."

"But, Kookie, what about his phone? And what if something did happen? What if someone took him when he was coming home? Or –"

"Hobi-ah, breathe," Seokjin said, putting a hand on Hoseok's shoulder. "Overthinking it won't help and it won't do you any good. Kookie is right, maybe he just fell asleep. And about his phone, maybe his battery died."