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"You should go."
"It's anonymous, Do-Hyung. Why would I trust it?" Yoongi takes a sip of his drink.
Dohwan sighs, placing the paper on the bed that Yoongi's on. "It's more important than you think." He walks out of the room and closes the door behind him.
Yoongi curls his brows when he left, glancing down at the envelope.
Yoongi gulped hard, holding the envelope. He forced himself to go. Whoever it is..what are they returning? It's the eighteenth, almost twenty one o'clock. Yoongi was wearing his ripped black jeans, a pure black hoodie with a small white TØP logo in the corner of it.
He was nervously gripping the envelope, slowly walking up to the bench and sitting down on it. He fluttered his eyes down, noticing the sun's going down. He hated going outside in the dark. Please get this over with. Please hurry up for whoever it is. Yoongi nervously bites his bottom lip.
"Yoongi?"
Yoongi fluttered his eyes, lifting his head up from his lap. He slowly gets up from the bench about to turn around—
"Don't..turn around. You'll hate what you see."
Yoongi really wanted to turn around. The voice he heard made his heart immediately drop, every part of his body weakening once he heard his voice. Every feeling started consuming him, making him shakily lift up his hand up to cover his mouth, trying to hold all his emotions.
"I just uh..I wanted to give you your stuff back instead of mailing it to you." The male places the square box down on the ground, slowly sliding it to the older boy. "I've had it since you left and I..I'm sorry to bother you. I'll go now." He turns around, shoving his hands in his pockets and walked away.
The male stopped his steps. Yoongi gulped hard, squatting down to pick up the box, sitting down on the bench to open the box. He slowly opened the box, seeing the first thing that makes his own heart drop. His pink skirt.
He couldn't help to grip the box, a tear falling down into it. Yoongi quickly wiped the tears away, sniffing. Yoongi shakily moved the box off his lap, putting it to the side and getting up from the bench. The older boy slowly turned around, looking at the back of the male.
I don't care anymore! Yoongi ran over to the male and immediately put his arms around his waist. He just bursts out crying on the male's back, having the grip of his clothes. His smell is still there. Namjoon's wonderful scent that could calm Yoonie down in the past.
"Y-Yoon..Y-Yoongi's sad." Yoongi cries.
Namjoon closed his eyes. "Nam..Namjoon can't hug Yoongi."
"Pl-Please." He cries, his grip getting tighter.
"Just..take you stuff back and..please let me go." Namjoon softly grabs the small male's wrists to make him let go. "Please let go."
Yoongi gets himself to let go, stepping back. He closed his eyes tight and covered his mouth again. Namjoon gulped hard. He slowly turns to face the small boy, looking down to him. Yoongi stayed looking away, keeping his head lowered.
"If I don't leave, I'm hurting my own self."
Yoongi covered his face with both of his hands. Namjoon stared down at him with his brows curled, keeping his feelings all in. He noticed Yoongi's reacting like he reacted when they broke up. Namjoon quickly wiped his tear away, gulping hard.
"I-I forgot.." Yoongi squeakily speaks up, moving his hands off his face. "Y-You're not..him a-anymore."
