BTS/GOT7 oneshots

(A/F) Come back home (Yoonmin ft Yoonseok)

Based on a prompt I read (then eventually Come Back Home)

In which two neighbours in an apartment have very thin walls and their bedrooms share a wall, one hears the other crying and comforts them through the wall

A very nice idea I will probably use

Yoongi POV

My hand hovered over the dial button. He was mad at me, it would probably be best if I gave him some space, but I wanted to apologize for what I did.

Reluctantly, I pressed call.

One ring, two rings, three rings, six rings–

"You've reached the voicemail of Jung Hoseok. To hang up, press one, to leave a voicemail, press the pound–"

I pressed the pound key and held the phone to my ear.

"Hi Hobi... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you. Please come back, I miss you already," I wiped a tear away from my eye. "I still love you, and I need you..."

I hung up, and I let my phone slip from my hand onto the floor, sinking down against the wall. The tears flow like a waterfall down my cheeks. I let out a choked sob, and curled up my knees to be level with my face.

"Hobi, please," I managed through my sobbing. "Come back home."

I held my head in my hands and sobbed, tears falling endlessly.

Jimin POV

I woke up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water, when I heard muffled crying. It sounded like it was coming from next door, my neighbour who never left his apartment.

I walked closer to the wall connecting our rooms, and the crying got louder.

"Hobi, please come back..." Was all I could make out before I heard more sobbing follow shortly.

I slid down the wall, my back facing it.

"Hey, things are gonna be okay. Don't worry." I tried to calm him down.

"How do you know? He doesn't love me anymore..." I heard through the wall.

"You'll find someone else to love, I promise you. Just because he doesn't love you doesn't mean you can never love again. You can start over."

"You're right," he sniffled. "Can we meet in the hallway? I want to give something to you."

"Of course," I stood up and grabbed a sweater, the hallway was always freezing cold.

I opened the door and stepped out, seeing my neighbour with a black mask over his mouth and nose. I could only see his red, puffy eyes from crying so much. He ran up to me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a bear hug.

"Thank you for giving me hope." He muttered into my neck, burying his face into it. I simply smiled and wrapped my arms around him, embracing him.

"You're very welcome."