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Chapter Two: Someday

t w o | S O M E D AY

Light poured in through the slit in the curtains, irritating the sleeping boy's eyes.

"Do you think he's sick?"

The soft words broke through the blanket of sleep, entering his mind only as muffled whispers. A reluctant groan escaped his lips, one that many teens experience at least once in their lives when they unwillingly have to get up.

"Shhh! You'll wake him up, Jimin!"

An unconcious smile tugged at his lips at the sound of Jin's voice. "Eomma..." His voice was hoarse, still laced with the potion of sleep. The eldest looked down at the boy who is acting like a problematic toddler. He shook his head as he clicked his tongue softly.

Jin looked around the room, noticing the growing crowd that was hovering over the sleeping teen. "Yah! Leave him alone, he might be sick." His eyes traveled along their bare faces, slightly annoyed with their stubbornness.

Emotionless, blank and unreadable.

Those three words describe Min Yoongi. He always has an excuse to get out something, whatever it may be. No one ever knows what he's thinking at any given moment.

Except now.

Seeing the teen who poured his closed up heart to him only hours before lying on his bed with a fever triggered unfamiliar emotions he thought he locked up long before.

Worry. What if it's something serious?

Fear. What if he never gets better?

Possessiveness. No one can touch him.

Jin saw this. He didn't know why the rapper's eyes held a warmth to them that he rarely saw, but it was there. It was faint, like a lone candle in an endless darkness, miles away. The corners of the eldest's lips twitched, not knowing whether to smile or frown at his newfound discovery. He decided to shrug it off and look over the moaning mess that is Kim Taehyung.

A faint click broke the silence the room for a split second, signaling the closing of the door. His eyes scanned the members once more before soon realizing that the short rapper wasn't anywhere to be seen. A sigh escaped the eldest lips as he glared at the remaining members. "Will you guys leave already? It's bad enough that I have to deal with a sick Taehyung, I don't want to deal with you guys breathing down my neck!"

The younger boys glanced at each other and scurried out of the room, trying to avoid Jin's deadly stare. After the door shut for the final time that morning, Jin's expression softened as he felt the forehead of the second youngest.

"You've been overdoing yourself, haven't you?"

The boy groaned in response, twisting his stomach around until he laid on his side, back facing the older. An unconscious smile made its way onto his lips. "I don't know how or when, but you broke down Yoongi's walls."

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He hated it.

Seeing Taehyung suffering right in front of him, the members watching him as if he was a exhibit at a zoo.

He wanted to reach out and hug him, hold him tight. Tell him it's alright. He couldn't. It would be against his reputation.

Yoongi always put his reputation first, scared that once people realize what he's like underneath his emotionless mask they won't see him the same way. A nagging thought started to push its way to the front of his mind.

Taehyung saw the real me, I completely let my guard down.

He felt a weight push itself down onto his shoulders but he quickly shook it off, knowing that the younger probably didn't even notice due to his hysterics. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jin staring at him with an unknown expression. He knew the older would try to decipher his strange behavior, its in his nature to know the members inside and out to take care of them better.

Suga mentally scoffed at this, if Jin knew the members inside out so he can figure out what was wrong without them having to tell him, then why didn't he notice Taehyung's erratic behavior?

The way his smile faltered ever so slightly around cameras.

The way his eyes contradicted his bright smile.

The way he always seemed to leave early before the other members.

The way his eyes were puffy and red when he woke up early in the mornings.

How did he not notice them?

The blonde narrowed his eyes ever so slightly before silently sneaking out of the plain white room, making sure no one noticed his departure.

A sigh escaped his lips, relieving some stress from his small shoulders. His reflection in the mirror caught his attention, his hair was messy from his small nap he was enjoying before being woken up by Jimin whining about Tae being 'stubborn' and not waking up, oblivious to the boy's high fever.

His eyes had dark purply-blue circles under them, making them look smaller than they normally do. He sighed and ran his fingers through his shaggy hair, messing it up even more.

"What are you doing out here, Yoong?"

His eyes traveled from his reflection to the tan face of their leader. "I couldn't bear to see our little alien suffering." His voice was high pitched, odviusly trying to imitate the eldest.

Namjoon sighed and stared out the window behind Yoongi. "In all seriousness, I'm worried about him."

Yoongi sighed, looking back in the direction of Taehyung's room.

That makes two of us, Namjoon.