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Namjoon knocks on his bedroom door, opening it so he could see if the older's awake.
Yoongi looks up from his book, quickly closing it and sitting up from the bed with his brows now curled. "So? How did it go with Dongyeon?"
Namjoon softly sighs, closing the door behind him. "He only used me because I wasn't rich and I had actual problems." He says, walking up to the bed and sitting down on the edge.
Yoongi scoots closer to him to place a soft hand on the taller's. "I'm so sorry that happened."
"I told him. I told him what he needed to know from what I did. I just..." Namjoon lifts his hand up to rub his temples. "I can't believe that he basically used me because I wasn't like the other guys he dated..."
"He's an idiot to do that to you."
"Well..at least it's even?" Namjoon scoffs at himself and moves his hand away from his temple. "I cheated and he used me. It's fifty fifty, right?"
Yoongi chuckles, playfully slapping his hand. "You dummy. You can't say it like that."
"I mean, I can now." The taller shrugs. "I don't know. We don't have to worry about that anymore."
Yoongi chuckles, placing his hand back down on the taller's hand, intertwining their fingers together. "You're right. We don't have to worry about it anymore..but we only have to worry about Jackson knowing about us..right?"
Namjoon holds his hand, softly smiling. "Right."
Yoongi smiles, caressing his knuckle. Namjoon's smile slowly fades, his brows going into a curl. His grip on Yoongi's hand loosens. The taller just let's go of Yoongi's hand, slowly lowering himself down to lay down on the older's lap, softly sighing. Yoongi fluttered his eyes and placed a soft hand on the taller's head, starting to pet his hair.
"You okay?" The older's couldn't help to ask, continuing to pet his hair.
Namjoon softly grabs the older's thigh, slowly putting his arms around his leg. "I just need comfort from you." He mumbles, resting his head on his thigh.
Yoongi smiles small. "Okay."
Namjoon takes a breath, softly exhaling. The taller is feeling a certain way but Yoongi can't really read him by knowing it that quickly. Yoongi moves his hand to caress the taller's shoulder. I'm such a fuck up. Namjoon grips the older's thigh. I can't do this anymore.
"Joonie?"
Namjoon closes his eyes tight from his thoughts. Everything hurts. I can't even keep myself a causal guy. I'm just fucking stuck again. I'm always fucking stuck!
Yoongi softly grabs the taller's hand, moving his grip off and softly pulls on the taller's arm to lift him up. "Hey, what's wrong? Talk to me, please."
Namjoon lifts himself up from the older's lap, shaking his head. "I-I can't." He whispers.
"Joonie." Yoongi cups the taller's face. "What's going on with you?"
Namjoon kept his eyes closed tight, pulling the older into a hug and rests his head on the older's shoulder. Yoongi holds him, having strong arms wrapped around his waist. Namjoon chokes up a sob. Yoongi hugs him tighter, knowing he needs more comfort.
But the bad thing is, it was a sign of Namjoon not taking his medication. He wouldn't be easily heartbroken when the relationship didn't even last that long. He's overthinking. The medication really controlled his emotions and thoughts.
But he's just himself right now. The rude and uncontrollable Namjoon. Uncontrollable as meaning feelings. The anger could leave out of his mouth at any moment. Thankfully, he's only upset. He's mad at himself.
