Can You Please Stay With Me?

Hey, I'm not dead. Erm, so my best friend asked for a gay fanfic and so here it is... Hope you enjoy it baby <3

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It wasn't unusual for Yoongi to stay late at the studio. In fact, when the rapper didn't arrive at the dorm, the others knew exactly where he'd be hiding. His private studio was a box room in the Big Hit building but to Yoongi, it was a second home.

Namjoon held the door for his older friends as the step through, on a hunt of sorts. On the approach to the studio, one of the younger members started rambling nervously. It was Taehyung, the member of Bangtan who often faced the wrath of Yoongi.

"Are you sure we have to interrupt him, hyung?"

The elder turned to face him, noting how shaken he was, probably expecting to feel the brunt of whatever Yoongi would do about the interruption to his work.

"Yes, Tae-ah. He's been overworking himself lately. More so than Jimin."

The younger nodded. It wasn't that he did not feel concerned by his hyung's latest inspiration spree, in fact, he was extremely worried about the lack of sleep Yoongi was getting. He just didn't know if he could take the man he loved yelling at how useless he was yet again.

Yoongi always did have a vicious, silver tongue after all. And, being one of the closest to the smaller man, Taehyung was used to the degrading insults that would spue out of his lovers mouth. He was so used to it, that he believed every twisted word that left Yoongi when he was stressed. Believed that he was useless, no good, ugly, stupid, weird and awful at singing. That his deep voice made his singing sound like a cat on its deathbed.

He was close to leaving his lover behind. The cruel words were getting too much. He wanted to be loved, but this no longer felt like love. It felt like a living hell, one he didn't want to be living.

Seokjin gently pushed the door to the studio. Locked. As expected. The others turned to Taehyung and a lump formed in his throat. This was it. He shakily passed forth the key to the door which his boyfriend had entrusted to him.

Seokjin was the first to enter the tiny, dimly lit room. And, unsurprisingly, there sat Yoongi with his back to the door. He was obviously annoyed with whatever he was writing as he kept ripping pages out of a notebook and tossing them in the general direction of the trash can that sat in a dusty corner of the room. Hoseok cleared his throat. That was all it took to gain the attention of the frustrated rapper sat at the tiny desk.

As soon as Yoongi recognised them, and in his sleep-deprived state it took a while, he locked his eyes on the key still in Taehyung's hand. His eyes narrowed at his taller lover.

Taehyung gulped. He knew what was coming next. Yoongi stood up so violently that his chair crashed to the ground. Taehyung backed away cautiously from the advancing man.

"You good for nothing idiot. Why'd you let them in here? You know what? I don't wanna know."

Seokjin had never seen him so stressed. He slid in between the two men before Yoongi could get within arms reach of Taehyung, scared for the younger.

"Jin-hyung, please get out of the way while I teach this fat ass a lesson."

That was a new one. The insult struck so deep in Taehyung that he couldn't help his response. He dropped the key on the ground at Yoongi's feet. He was finally broken and he hoped that the grey-haired man was happy. The teary-eyed boy turned his back on his friends and walked away. One thing he refused to do was show Yoongi how much that insult hurt. How broken he was. All he wanted was to be loved and now he couldn't even love himself.