burn || yoonkook [completed]

09 - sleep with me

A/N:

SO THIS IS QUITE A LONG CHAPTER!

sorry, not sorry...

-B xx

Jungkook (oohhh)

The last few weeks had been amazing. Like, really, really amazing. And the one person who I had to thank for that was Min Yoongi. When I first met Yoongi, somehow I knew I would see more of him. I knew that I wanted to see his gummy smile, and fluffy white hair again. But I never imagined we would be living together. Now I was able to see the quiet, gentle, beautiful boy every single day. Just the thought of it made me giddy.

Over the last almost three months, although it hasn't been a long time since we met, Yoongi and I have gotten quite close. Almost as close as me and Taehyung. But with Yoongi, the friendship was different. I felt happy around him. I felt nervous around him. I got butterflies around him. And as much as I didn't want to admit it, I really, really liked him. As in, more-than-friends, liked him.

But of course, I wasn't going to let him know that. He made it clear to me on the bus the first day we met that he was straight, so I didn't want to ruin our friendship by bringing up my stupid feelings. I hope they will pass. Although I'm not to sure they will.

Besides my confusing feelings, everything about moving into the apartment has been easy, and fun, and Yoongi has been so kind. But today was different. Today, I witnessed Yoongi break down, right in front of my eyes.

When he rushed out of the crowded shopping centre close to tears, I knew something was wrong. The boy wasn't all sunshine and rainbows all the time, but I had never seen him like this. It made my heart hurt.

I bought the headphones for Namjoon, and caught a taxi back to the apartment. I started preparing dinner so that Yoongi would have something to eat when he gets home. He did say he loved my cooking (a compliment that made me internally squeal with delight.)

As I unpacked the groceries, I noticed a white slip of paper in the bottom of the bag. I took it out, and opened it. As soon as I did though, I knew I shouldn't have.

It was a medication prescription, Yoongi's i assumed. I didn't seem phased at first, because maybe he just had a cold and had to pick up some medicine for it. I tried to put it away, to not read any further. But curiosity won me over, and I read the small writing at the bottom of the slip.

It was a medical prescription. For anti-depressants. Anti-depressants for, 'Chronic Anxiety'. I gasped and put the paper back on the kitchen bench. What had I just read?

Yoongi has Chronic Anxiety?

I didn't know how to react. He seemed so laid back all the time, it was hard to notice. But now that I think of it, it did make sense. I often saw him clenching his fists, or blinking and breathing rapidly. But I didn't think to much of it. I just thought maybe he had a short temper, or OCD problems. How did he hide this from me?

Questions rush through my mind. Has he been silently suffering all this time? What causes it? Does Seokjin know about it?

Although a guilty feeling washes through me for finding out his secret, I decide that I have to investigate some more. So get up and go to the bathroom cupboard, looking for signs of medication.

There's none, so I look in the small cupboard in the hall that had first aid stuff in it.

Still no medicine.

I walk to Yoongi's room, and open the door. His room is so neat, and his things were so organised. I guess thats what lead me to believe he was just obsessive about cleaning and being neat. I did have to commend him for such a good cover story. He sure was smart, and It sure did work.