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Worried about you w/ YG

{Request} They get worried about your mental health and you reject their concerns but later open up to them. Part 2/7

YOONGI

aka the quiet, observing type

Yoongi does lie around with closed eyes a lot. But not always does he sleep like you believe him to. Mostly he actually listens and observes. He pretends to be indifferent and oblivious but he perceives more than anyone knows.

As he lies on the couch one day with TV playing in the background, you sit on the ground below him and watch the TV. He seems to sleep again and because you're used to it, you leave him be. He listens to your steady breathing, interrupted only by quiet sighs and murmurs. He doesn't completely understand what you say but from the tone of your voice he can say it's not anything happy or nice. He keeps quiet though and lets you talk to yourself.

The next day, he gets home from work late and tired. He throws himself, heavy from exhaustion, on the bed and listens to you walking in the bathroom. You spend quite a long time there but he doesn't hear a single drop of water, although it was one of those days when you usually take long showers, wash your hair and spend a lot of time in the bathroom. When you walk out from the bathroom, in pyjama but unwashed, he doesn't comment on that. He takes your hands and pulls you in his embrace, letting you lie on him as he tells you about a stupid thing Jimin did today and listens to your little giggles.

The other day, he sits at the dining table and goes through his lyric sheets. He works hard at the Genius Lab everyday but he's still not completely satisfied with what he came up with. As he sighs deeply, he listens to you walking around the kitchen, making something for dinner for you two and silently murmur something for yourself again. After a while, he hears dishes falling and you cursing.

"Are you okay?" he calls.

"Yeah," you answer faintly.

In a second, he's up from his seat and in the kitchen. You sit on the floor, rubbing the spot on your head where a falling pan hit you and cursing under your breath. He kneels next to you and gently caresses the hit spot.

"I am a bit dizzy," you admit and hiss in pain when he presses the spot a little.

"You're going to have a bump on your head," he comments and helps you stand up. "Come here, sit for a while and press ice to it." He makes you sit down on a chair at the table and brings you a bag of ice. You take it from him gratefully and do as he said.

As you sit in the light, he inconspicuously studies your face. He notices the little changes about you - the deepening dark circles under your eyes, your worsening acne, your slightly greasy hair, clothes a few days unwashed. 

"Y/N," he says in a deep voice. "Is everything alright?"

You look at him in confusion. "What do you mean? Of course, it is."

"I can see it's not," he shakes his head. "You sigh a lot. You don't enjoy things you used to. You have troubles doing everyday things like getting up, washing yourself, concentrating on work."

You pout a little. "That's nothing. Don't worry about it."

He frowns. He clearly knows there's something wrong. "Y/N, you can talk to me. I won't judge you or be mean to you. I could understand."

"But there is nothing to understand," you say and put the ice down on the table. "Because there's nothing wrong."

"Y/N -" he starts but you cut him off. "I don't want to talk about this." Then you pull out one of those smiles that have a fake undertone. "What can I make you for dinner today?"

He isn't happy with your reply, but he doesn't push you. He just sighs. "Do anything you want, I am too tired to think."

He stays up that night, even after you said goodbyes to each other. He stares into the dark, pretending to sleep as he hears you shift in the bed, trying to find the comfortable position for yourself. You rejected his embrace before so he doesn't impose himself onto you now. 

After a while, you give up trying to fall asleep and get up. From the way you move he can say you don't want to wake him up, hence don't want him to follow you. He hears you open the bathroom door and close them behind you.

When you don't come back, he gets up himself. He quietly goes up to the bathroom door, ready to knock when he realizes the door are not fully closed. He stops as he hears a quiet sob from behind the door. He stands frozen on the spot, his heart breaking and falling into a dark abyss. The one silent sound makes him unable to move.

You continue sobbing which slowly turns into a quiet weeping. He hears your breath becoming irregular, your voice breaking under another sob. You take a deep breath and break into another wave of tears, quietly whispering in the most desperate voice he has ever heard one single word: "Yoongi."

That is the moment he decides he can't take it anymore, steps into the bathroom and finds you sitting on the edge of the bathtub, your face hidden in your hands and tears streaming down your eyes. You look up at him as he enters and the look in your face breaks him once again. He has never ever seen anyone this sad.

He sits down next to you, wraps his arms around you and lets you hide your face into his t-shirt. He rubs your back as your body shakes under the sobs, not actually sure what he should say. That's why he stays quiet and just comforts you.

When you calm down enough to breathe normally, he kisses the top of your head and caresses your hair. "Let's go to the living room," he says in a soft voice, lifting you up into his arms and carrying you into the living room. He puts you down on the couch and sits next to you.

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" he asks you in a worried tone.

You shake your head, wanting to answer but not being able to. Instead you break into another wave of crying. He pulls you close and hugs you tightly, trying to make you feel protected and loved. He kisses you on your forehead, your hands, your cheeks everytime he can. He whispers sweet words to your ears and hopes you calm down at least a bit.

When you do, he rests his cheek on your head. "Please, talk to me, Y/N. If there is anything hurting you, tell me. I'll do anything I can do to help you. Literally anything." He kisses your hair. "I promise I won't leave you in it alone. I want to help you."

You look up at him with your teary eyes. "I'm sorry."

He caresses your cheek and smiles weakly. "Please, don't be. Just talk to me."

You nod and take a deep breath. "Thank you, Yoongi."

He kisses your hand once again. "I really love you," he whipers in his low voice. "More than anything in the whole world. Please, tell me what's hurting you."