Min Yoongi x BTS

Just Breathe. ~ Yoonjin.

Yoongi walked with a sigh, he, himself, could feel his feet practically dragging his body towards the dorm but said nothing to make the others aware of his current situation as they walk ahead, chatting away about what they should do for a holiday vacation (a much needed one at that) and told himself to get over it, he's had worse and a little things like this shouldn't affect him so much.

Deep breaths.

He inhaled, air filling his lungs, wishing to get the headache, which felt like someone was physically hitting him with a brick, to disappear. The others who were still talking loudly, were oblivious to Yoongi's struggle to breath.

Deep breaths.

It wasn't difficult. To put no emotion on his face that is, ever since he was younger he was use to people not being able to approach him due to such a cold exterior and even though he's been with his members for more than 7 years, there were times where he could trick everyone without anyone really taking (but there were many times which he failed to do so) notice on his bad health.

Deep breaths.

He kept his head low as his music blared into his ears, effectively making his headache worse but decided not to do anything about it as if he stopped the music, he would be aware of the pain whilst having music, he concentrated on the lyrics and the melody rather than anything else.

"Yoongi-ah." A voice suddenly called. He hadn't noticed the music was now only blaring in his left ear, whilst his right was embraced by the soft winter wind and the noise of the footsteps. He knew who it was, as the other 5 members had to call him hyung due to the age difference, there was only one who could really call him by his name without any honourifics.

"Hmm?" He replied, not looking up. It was normal for Yoongi not to pay attention to his surroundings at times so, again, the members didn't really think there was anything wrong.

He gulped as his head as forcefully tilted upwards to meet his only hyung's (within BTS) eyes, which were narrowed to the point where people would think Seokjin was angry, but in this sense, it was a warning, not quite anger.

Yet.

"Are you feeling okay?" He muttered, a silent 'don't you dare lie to me Min Yoongi' ran through his brain in Seokjin's caring and soothing voice which made him smile, it was faint, but it was there, which caused Seokjin to slightly relax.

For Seokjin to know he wasn't feeling good and to see through his mask (In which was fading slightly) was not too surprising to Yoongi. Seokjin was his loving roommate which he would not trade for anyone else, to the population, him and Seokjin didn't seem all that close as their interaction was a lot more subtle in comparison to maybe Jimin and Seokjin, Yoongi didn't really like skin contact or affection in front of the camera. (unless it's where one of the members didn't feel good at all is where Yoongi's underling caring nature took over and he acted like a small koala)

"I'm fine hyung." He gave Seokjin and the other members, whom had noticed Seokjin's concern, (who now were, not so subtly, glancing at them which worried eyes) a gummy smile. They all relaxed.

Yoongi could debut as an actor.

Deep breaths.

They entered their dorm with a sickening yet comforting silence, to Yoongi, the silence was slowly strangling him. He felt as though everyone knew something was wrong but didn't want to speak up. He felt as though eyes were trained on him, counting every step he took, even though it was only the seven of them along with their manager. He felt as though the air was filed with only carbon dioxide, making everything blur. Making everything seem worse than it is. Making him want to curl in a small corner. Making him was to just-