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Namjoon leans on the doorframe, crossing his arms.
He watched Yoongi take his clothes out of his backpack and put them down on top of the dresser that Namjoon has, folding them nicely and putting them down on the dresser. He got up, turning to his head to immediately see the taller. He couldn't help to get spooked a bit, gulping hard.
"H-Hi."
"Hi." Namjoon mumbles.
Yoongi nervously sat down on the edge of the bed, starting to fiddle with his fingers. Namjoon uncrossed his arms, turning around to close the door behind him with a sigh escaping his lips. He walked over to the older and decided to sit down with him.
Yoongi's heart started beating fast when the younger sat down. Namjoon was close, his scent immediately hitting the older right in the face. He was mentally panicking. I need his comfort..I need his love again. Yoongi looks at him, curling his brows.
"Why're you here." Namjoon spoke up, staring at the wall so he doesn't have to look at him.
"D-Do you really want to know...?"
"Of course. I can't let you stay here for a few days if I don't know what's going on with you." Namjoon looks at him. "I rather know the actual reason."
Yoongi curls his brows, fluttering his eyes down and looking away. "I..I don't know if I should tell you."
Namjoon knits his brows. Something's wrong. He would just say it. "Yoongi."
The older shook his head, covering half of his face. Namjoon gets up from the bed, turning around to kneel down and face the older. He softly grabs the older's arms, pulling up his sleeve to see any cuts. Namjoon let's go to look at his other wrist, lifting up his sleeve.
There's no new ones. Why is he crying then? Namjoon looked at the older, brows slowly going into a curl. "What's going on? Yoongi, tell me."
Yoongi shakily wipes his eyes, slowly standing up which made Namjoon stand up too. The older gulped hard as he shakily pulled down his sweats, deciding to take them off. Namjoon curls his brows, confused on what the older is doing. Yoongi sits back down and shakily lifts the pant leg up to his boxers, showing his fresh new scars.
Namjoon's heart dropped, kneeling back down. "No..Yoongi..." He looks at him, curling his brows.
"Y-Yoonie made m-mistakes again." He whispers, lowering the pant leg back down.
Namjoon sat down beside him, softly cupping the older's face. "Yoongi, why did you do it? What's going on in that head of yours?"
"Y-Yoonie had no one. H..He lost Hobi..h-he can't even talk to the people h-he lives with..." Yoongi sniffs. "Y-Yoonie wanted t-to call Googie but, there's no p..point."
Namjoon wiped his tears, sliding his hands to the older's shoulders. "You can't be doing this again..." He whispers.
"I n-need you. Y-Yoonie needs Joonie."
Don't say that. "No, I'm sorry. I can't do this all over again." Namjoon moves his hands away.
"P-Please." Yoongi reached down to grab the taller's arm with both of his hands. "Y-You're the only one th-that understands me."
Please let go of my arm. Namjoon closes his eyes. "Yoongi."
"Yoon-ie."
Namjoon shook his head. Please stop. He slowly looked at him, curling his brows and looking at him. Yoongi kept a hold of his arm, slowly standing up from the edge of the bed to walk closer to him, putting his arm close to his own chest. Their size difference makes Namjoon miss them together.
