worry.
that's what taehyung felt.
there was his hyung, curled up into a ball on his bed, sobbing and whimpering quietly.
he quickly hurried over to the older, making sure that he knew he was there. that only startled yoongi instead of reassuring him.
„taehyung-ah, what are you doing here?"
he simply asked, but he didn't get a response. instead he felt the younger get closer and wrap his arms around his shaking body.
„yoongi hyung, please don't cry, but if you do, cry with me."
he told his black haired friend.
with that sentance, yoongi broke down completely, suddenly needing the younger at his side.
× × ×
„yoongi hyung."
silence.
„yah!"
yoongi felt a gentle push on his shoulder.
slowly he opened his lidded eyes to be met with a messy haired taehyung.
becoming more aware of his surroundings, there were a few things questionable;
didn't taehyung leave his room yesterday?
where did jin sleep?
how did this happen?
with all of these questions wandering his mind, he didn't even realise that this wasn't his room.