For what it's worth || Sope

sick

Yoongi stared at the ceiling blankly, deep into thought on where he might end up.

Rain flowed down his window and connected into bigger water patches, reminding him of what he once had.

His gaze left his ceiling and met his lit up phone, over flowing with notifications.

He finally decided to roll over and read his phone.

|| Namjoon ||

Namjoon: hey Yoongi~ I'm meeting with some friends today and was wondering if you wanted to join. We'll be at shiwoo's Cafe if you decide to join~

Read: 10:43

Namjoon: hey Yoongi are you coming?

Read: 11:08

Namjoon: Yoongi, I can see your reading these. Is something up?

Read: 11:24

Namjoon: Yoongi please respond.

Delivered: 11:31

Namjoon: Yoongi?

Delivered: 11:35

Namjoon: yoongi this isn't cool, I'm kinda freaking out here.

Namjoon: if I don't get a response in the next 15- 20 minutes I'm coming over and if I can't find you I'm sure you can put together how many police reports I'll file until I find you.

Delivered: 11:40

Namjoon: I'm coming.

Delivered: 11:58

|| Yoongi pov ||

Yoongi felt his stomach drop as he read that Namjoon was soon to come. It was 12:00 Yoongi read.

He knew Shiwoo's was a five minute walk, and Namjoon drove.

Yoongi quickly stood up and walked into his bathroom, flicking the light switch on, only to reveal his eyes, swollen from crying.

He turned on the cold sink water and doused his face in the water, hoping to look presentable by the time Namjoon was there. He knew Namjoon was serious about coming.

Yoongi figured he couldn't do much else to look better, so he gave up and went with the excuse "I'm sick."

Yoongi knew there would be a knock any minute but when it showed itself, yoongi's heart raced.

He stood up and shuffled over to his door, slowly. He looked through the peephole and saw a worried Namjoon looking around, completely freaked out.

He knocked a few more times before yoongi slowly unlocked the door and opened it, solemnly.

Namjoon quickly pushed into the apartment, dragging yoongi with. He shut the door behind him and locked it.

"Yoongi, what the hell?!?! I was worried sick about you, why wouldn't you answer??"

"I'm sorry, I was sick. Fell asleep."

"Fell asleep my a-"

Namjoon paused and saw the apologetic look on yoongi's face.

"Yoongi.. just keep in touch, alright?"

Yoongi nodded.

Namjoon went and sat down on the couch. "Yoongi, you know I know something has been up lately with you, huh?"

Yoongi nodded and took a seat in a chair a few feet from Namjoon, covering himself in a dark, plaid blanket, feeling vulnerable.

"It's hard to miss. If I so much as look away when you talking it's like it's the end of the world. Why is that? You don't trust that I'm better?"

Namjoon shook his head. "Not for one second. I know you Yoongi, I don't let these things just slip by as if nothing. Last year I know what you went through, and the year before that. It's not like you can get over things either, I've heard you talk about things that happened 4 years ago that haunt you, so to answer your question, no I don't trust your better."

Yoongi was on the verge of tears now, and he felt like he could never show his emotions to anyone.

"Get out." Yoongi said sternly.

Namjoon shook his head at yoongi.

"You need someone right now, yoon."

Yoongi was standing, infuriated by now. His voice rose by now, which struck fear into Namjoon.

"I said get out, and I will NOT repeat myself so I suggest you get the hell out before I do something regrettable."

Namjoon finally stood up and began walking to the door, shoving past yoongi.

"You know what? Screw you Min Yoongi! Screw you to the moon and back! I will never help you again you pathetic-"

Namjoon stopped himself and looked at yoongi apologetic. He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't before yoongi shoved him out of his apartment and slammed the door, locking it right after.

Yoongi turned around and leaned against the nearby wall, than slid down the wall, allowing his head to fall into his hands.