Us, Against The World | Taekook

7. A Complete Dorm.

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Things were not working out for them. Whether it was bad timing or just bad luck, the dorm felt emptier all of a sudden. Even though the three youngest were trying their best to keep the atmosphere lively, it still didn't feel enough. There was a sense of incompleteness hanging in the air.

Their regular dance practices had become harder. Namjoon and Yoongi had talked with the company, trying to make them understand how incomplete the group felt without Hoseok. They needed him. The company talked with Hoseok, and even Namjoon himself went to talk with his friend. They weren't forcing him, but they were now promising a set debut date soon, hoping this would convince Hoseok to return. They gave him time.

It was nearly past midnight when Yoongi was putting on his shoes, getting ready for his delivery job.

"It's raining..." A soft, sleepy voice spoke from the darkness. A boy with slightly chubby cheeks came into the front door's dim light. Yoongi looked up; it was Jimin, rubbing his eyes softly.

Yoongi lowered his head again, focusing on tying his shoelaces, and let out an almost inaudible hum.

"And you're going to ride your motorcycle in this rain? Skip it for tonight, hyung-nim," Jimin said, leaning against the wall.

"I'll be careful. Don't worry. Go to sleep. Good night," Yoongi replied, leaving quickly to avoid hearing Jimin's response.

He didn't want his heart to tell him again to stay. He knew the risks of driving in the rain, and who wouldn't want to stay inside during a cool, rainy night? But missing one night of work meant losing a day's pay, and that was something he couldn't afford at the moment. Maybe one day he wouldn't have to do night deliveries, but to see that day, he needed to keep working.

It hadn't been an hour before Yoongi came back again, soaked from head to toe, holding his left shoulder and shaking. He had narrowly escaped death tonight. For a moment, he thought it was the end when his motorcycle hit a car, and he found himself on the ground. Everything went blank for a few seconds, almost a minute. His breath had nearly stopped.

As he got into the bathroom, still trembling and clutching his left shoulder, the door was open when Jimin entered.

"What happened?" the younger asked, squeezing into the small bathroom.

"Nothing, I fell down the stairs. Go out, I need to change," Yoongi said, regretting his decision to go out on such a rainy night.

"Let me get you some clothes, at least," Jimin mumbled, going to fetch them.

Yoongi sighed, leaning against the bathroom wall, his left shoulder still throbbing. He should have skipped tonight's shift.

"He has a high fever!" Jungkook exclaimed, sitting by Yoongi's bed.

"I should call the manager. He needs a doctor," Namjoon said, everyone nodding in agreement as he went out to make the call.

"He told me he fell down the stairs. Is it really that bad to cause a fever?" Jimin asked, coming back with a bowl of water and a cloth. He wet the cloth and placed it on Yoongi's burning forehead.

A few days went by, and while Yoongi's fever subsided, his shoulder pain worsened. Eventually, he couldn't move it at all. The CEO called him in, reprimanding him for not giving his best in practice.

Yoongi took the scolding in silence. Afterward, the CEO sent him to a doctor, who prescribed painkillers, hoping for improvement. But the pain never truly went away.

( Not me feeling my heart shaking up while writing this part.. knowing very well how this pain gonna stay with yoongi for years after years, and he will still perform infront of us like nothing is wrong..)