A Helping Hand | MYG & KTH

29 ~ Confusing Assumptions

The next day is gloomy and gray, the weather having seemed to have missed the memo that it would've been more appropriate for yesterday's events. It's a quiet day though, having been raining since early morning, nothing too heavy but enough to bring a calm and quiet feel to the entire house today. I still don't bother to leave the studio for more than going and making breakfast and lunch for the others, but even during meals, everyone's relatively silent themselves.

I certainly don't mind it though, knowing I can get more done on days like this, especially when everyone's mood seems to match that of the energy of the day. Taehyung didn't even get up this morning to workout with me like we'd agreed upon back at the beginning of the week, something that was strikingly surprising. He's seemed all the better for it these days since we've begun, though I've also suggested he start journaling to help. Even without the workout this morning though, he seems rather calm today, just like everyone else.

It's somewhere around early afternoon when there's a gentle knock on my partially opened door, and I spin the chair around curiously to find Yoongi leaned halfway in. The sight no longer surprises me by now, he's been coming to chat nearly everyday, seeming to always find some excuse or another to take up some of my lack of free time. I offer him a smile as I motion for him to come in though, and seconds later there's a gummy grin spreading across his face as he enters and carefully shuts the door behind himself.

"You've become quite the regular visitor these days." I comment lightly, watching as he shrugs once he's sat on the couch. He seems happy though, pulling his legs up to cross once he's comfortable on the couch.

"I wouldn't be a visitor if you ever actually took time to relax. You don't give yourself much of a break, do you?" His voice is soft, sadness mixing into his happy. The sound is enough to have my chest in pain, and it angers me the way my body is reacting to all of this.

"First you're worried that I have too much on my plate and that it'll make me crack, and now that I've told you I'm better when I'm busier, you're going to tell me I should be taking breaks?" I question casually, leaning back in my chair. He frowns at this before it's forming into a pout, and it leaves me ready to down the entire bottle of Valium I have in my desk just to get my body to stop reacting so weirdly to his emotions and reactions.

"It's healthy to take breaks, especially when you're as busy as you are." Yoongi pouts, and I find myself quirking an eyebrow at this, having absolutely no idea where this is suddenly coming from. Before I have a chance to formulate a response though, there's a light knock on the door, dragging us both from the conversation. I hum softly to myself as I stand and wander my way over to my door, only opening it enough for me to see who's on the other side.

"Could you- I need help. I- uh. I wanted to make a nice snack but... I don't- I need help." Jin fumbles out, clearly unsure of himself and of the idea to be asking for help. I give him a smile though, nodding before motioning for us to head to the kitchen. He walks off, but I hang back for just a moment, turning my head back to look over at Yoongi still sat on my couch.

"I'll be right back." I inform him, waiting to receive a nod before I follow Jin to the kitchen where he'd clearly been working on chopping some veggies.

"Alright, do you want to continue doing this with me here? Or would you rather me finish prepping these?" I offer gently, being mindful to avoid certain words that I know would only be unfavorable for him. He takes a deep breath, staring at the veggies and the knife sitting on the cutting board, and I don't miss the way he rubs at his forearms almost subconsciously, knowing fully well what he's doing.

"Could you finish please?" He mumbles uncertainly. I nod contently at this decision, proud of him for making the choices that he is.

"I would be happy to. You finish up with whatever else needs done, okay?" I respond softly, and I can see it in his eyes just how grateful he is at the moment as he nods in return, seeming to feel better already.