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"Feeling any better?"
Yoongi just hums as a reply, drowning into his blankets. Dohwan just softly pets the younger's hair, making sure he's all comfortable and able to talk about what happened. But Yoongi didn't want to say anything about it. There's just too much to say. It hurts him mentally—he wouldn't even think of doing that!
Dohwan softly sighs. "Did Hoseok hurt you at all?"
"No." It was my fault. I got intoxicated and had sex with him, thinking that it was Namjoon that whole stupid time...
Dohwan moves his hand away, keeping himself seated on the edge of the bed. "Yoongi, you came home crying. What happened?"
Yoongi just ignores him, turning himself around to face the wall. I messed up again. I went to his house and accepted his stupid habit. It smells gross. I wouldn't want to smell that all the time! Yoongi shoves his face into the pillow, groaning sadly.
"I don't want to talk about it..." The boy mumbles.
Dohwan curls his brows, sighing again. "You can't hold it all inside, okay? You'll have to tell us sooner." He got up from the bed. "I'm not forcing you to. You can tell us when you're comfortable."
Yoongi hums again.
"Every time I think about the day that I saw him again, I..." Namjoon sighs, lowering his hands. "Fuck, I don't know."
"All of your feelings came back, didn't they?" Taehyung spoke.
"Yeah. I just hope he's doing well." Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck.
Jeongguk had a frown across his face. He was staying silent most of the time while the other two talk, getting into his thoughts. Since he was blocked, he also wondered how Yoongi is doing like Namjoon is wondering. The last time he saw him was him crying, staying silent and..leaving.
All three were in public, sitting outside of a café and all having some drinks from the café. Namjoon hasn't taken a drink of his iced coffee. Namjoon was sitting alone while the couples sat beside each other, both of them facing the male.
"I should return his stuff." Namjoon suddenly says.
Jeongguk immediately pays attention, looking up at him. "What? No—what the hell? Dumb idea, Hyung."
Namjoon looks at him. "It's the only time I can see him again. I still have some of his stuff."
"Did you forget what you did when he left you?"
Taehyung looked at him. "Baby, don't—"
"You overdosed like it was nothing. Why the hell would you face him again after what you did to yourself?"
Taehyung grabbed Jeongguk's wrist, tightly. "Shut the fuck up."
Jeongguk yanked his arm wrist away.
Namjoon just stares at him. The first thing Namjoon did, he got up from his seat. Taehyung panicked while Jeongguk stands up too and stares back at him with knitted brows. Namjoon walked up to him, faces now closer to each other.
"Go on. Hit me. I know you're pissed." Jeongguk mutters.
Namjoon didn't say anything. He just exhales, lifting his hand up to pat down on the male's shoulder, smiling softly. "Glad to see you again, Jeongguk." He says. "I should head on home."
Jeongguk fluttered his eyes. "Huh?"
"I've changed too dumbass." Namjoon pats his shoulder again, sliding his hand off and leaving. "Bye."
Taehyung sighs in relief, putting his hands on his own knees. Oh my god, they didn't kill each other. Jeongguk huffs, turning around to face his boyfriend and putting his hands on his hips, brows knitting.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
Taehyung stood back up, making eye contact with him. "I'm good, I'm fine. Myself almost died."
