awake ;; yoongi

track seven.

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"HAVE YOU EATEN?" J-Hope asked him, sitting across from the hyung in their history class.

Yoongi just shrugged, not caring so much. Truth be told, he hadn't eaten in the past few days. The nightmares had gotten so bad that he couldn't bear putting anything down his throat without wanting to throw it back up.

He could hear Hoseok sigh before pushing his chair back, grabbing Yoongi's wrist. "Yah! Let me-"

"Teacher-nim? Yoongi and I need to be excused, we have practice." Hoseok lied to their teacher, his grip never loosening on the shorter boy.

"Alright; I'll email you the homework. Don't overwork yourselves." She calmly said, allowing them to leave.

Bowing, the dongsaeng collected both their things before dragging his hyung out of the classroom. Yoongi tried to resist but eventually gave up, knowing there was no way out. He was confused, however, when J-Hope turned into the east wing. The younger knew full well that you had to actually leave campus to get to the practice room. Although, that didn't make sense either as Hobi had asked him if he were hungry...

Where the fuck were they going?

"Yah, Hobi, where are we going?" He voiced his thoughts. Hoseok didn't answer, but instead continued to walk until they reached the end of the hall.

Once they had, Hoseok forcefully pushed Yoongi against the wall. Well, he thought it was the wall; until he fell to the ground.

"What the fuck, Hoseok?" He yelled, standing up — only to be shoved down into a chair by hands smaller than Hoseok's. Yoongi looked up, coming face to face with Jin-hyung's broad shoulder. "Yah, not this again." He huffed, crossing his arms.

"Suga, we're not here to do anything bad or whatever," He heard Namjoon's cool voice say as he appeared from behind the eldest. "We just want to help and to understand."

"This isn't like you." Taehyung, more commonly known as V in their group, also came in, and Suga knew he was in for it now. Taehyung may have been known as the 4D of their group, but he was much smarter than he let on. Though, he tended to stray away from these sorts of things; so when he got involved, everyone knew it was serious.

Taehyung crouched down on his left, reaching a hand up to play with Yoongi's small fingers. "We just... We care about you a lot. The fans care about you a lot. We always want you to be safe, and healthy, and happy, you know? But seeing you like this... All reserved..." Taehyung paused, sniffling, and Yoongi could feel his heart breaking for the younger. He had never meant for this happen, but seeing his member break down in front of him made him feel incredibly guilty and selfish. "I can't stand it. We can't stand it. Where did our precious Suga-hyung go?"

The words tumbled out of his mouth so fast it almost felt as if someone — something — else was pushing them out of Yoongi's mouth.

"He's dead."

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