For what it's worth || Sope

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After a few hours of dwelling on his fight with Namjoon, yoongi couldn't take the notification noise any longer. The text messages filled to the brim with sorrow gave yoongi a headache, forcing him to either Chuck his phone across the room out of anger, or attempt to prove the world wrong about him not getting better.

He wanted to prove the world wrong.

He picked up his phone hesitantly and clicked the messages between him and Namjoon, but not before he noticed the several other text messages from a couple unknown phone numbers, and some of his friends met mutually through Namjoon.

This took yoongi by surprise, as yoongi didn't speak with many people. This was part of the reason yoongi couldn't handle certain things, because he was stuck with the same few people who screwed him up in the first place. Namjoon was about the only person who never let yoongi down until now.

Yoongi knew deep down that he was mad at Namjoon because Namjoon was right. He didn't want to admit it to himself but he still knew.

Yoongi avoided clicking any of the messages, and set his phone down, wrapping his hands around his legs and allowing the tears to flow once more.

He was stopped after a few seconds when his phone rang.

Without hesitation he just picked up the phone and answered, his voice cracking.

"What?"

The voice replied, calmly, but still taken aback.

"Yoongi.. what's going on with you?"

Yoongi recognized the voice.

"Jimin?"

Jimin replied.

"Yoongi why have you been so checked out? You gotta respond to Namjoon at some point."

Yoongi immediately took the phone away from his ear, ready to smash the end call button when Jimin spoke again.

"Yoongi I have someone I want you to meet tomorrow. I think they could do you some good. Meet them at the park across from Noona's grocerie at 11 AM tomorrow."

Yoongi hung up and sat his phone down. He stood up and went into the kitchen, getting a drink of water. He had been avoiding food and water lately. It was to the point where he would forget to eat or drink.

Sometimes he even scared himself.

He chugged the water and ignored his growling stomach as he went to his bed and laid in it, watching the cars out the window. As he sat he noticed a car turn into the intersection while the other cars had a green light. The car was smashed into and rolled. He watched as a little girl cried, her arm stuck in the windshield a a huge SUV with glass shattered.

He winced and stood up, walking to his window Ciel, hearing the ambulance ringing and the screeching of tires as they appeared.

He turned around and sat on his bed. He pondered his thoughts and found himself opening his song book. He turned to a page where his last words read "man, I'd love to say I could but I can't, it's a fact" he cringed at the words and scratched them out.

He remembered his idea to work with Namjoon as a rapper. He promised he would do a duo with him one day before he died. Yoongi felt they should hurry, as he knew he wouldn't make it any longer in his state.

Namjoon never saw it before. All the times yoongi rushed his lyrics, it was really his way of saying goodbye to Namjoon and speed the songwriting process up. Yoongi didn't care about how people remembered yoongi, he just wanted to silently make his dying wish come true.

He wanted to compose a song with Namjoon.

He never knew what his rap name would have been. He wasn't good with that stuff. He could only write lyrics.

Namjoon never took advantage of Yoongi either. That's why Namjoon was yoongi's dying wish.

Yoongi sat his book down on the small, cracked desk beside his bed and found himself staring at that same ceiling that witnessed his tears more than anyone or anything else.

He lay awake for hours until he drifted off to sleep. The sleep didn't last long, as he woke back up at 10:00.
He had only fallen asleep at around 9:10.

He was used to the lack of sleep. In one week he didn't even receive 24 hours.

He stood up and walked to the bathroom that shared the wall with his room. He often hid in there when he had company and found himself having an anxiety attack, or tears coming on.

He brushed his teeth and left his hair messy. He desperately needed to dye his hair. He decided to make an appointment for his hair later that day. He called himself in for an appointment at the same barber shop as always, and he got dressed.

He threw on ripped jeans and a black jacket, aswell as simple black vans. He was bored and remembered he was asked to meet someone today.

"Ehh.. should I?" He murmured to himself.

He decided he had nothing better to do until his appointment later that day, so he decided he would go. Noona's grocerie was a 5 minute drive, so yoongi left his apartment at 10:50. He had a thing for being on time. Whether he cared about where he was going or not, he always had to be on time.

After driving a few minutes, he pulled into the parking lot for the park. He noticed only a few people walking around. He took his keys out of the ignition and sighed, laying his head on he steering wheel.

"Jesus Christ, I'm regretting showing up more than I thought."

He pulled his head away from the wheel and opened his door, stepping out and slamming the door behind him. He proved his annoyance.

He began making his way to a paved path down the park where he saw a guy around his age, maybe a few years younger or older.

Yoongi ignored the similar age range, and kept walking until the man spoke.

"Yoongi?"

Yoongi stopped in his tracks and met eyes with the stranger.

"Hi?"

"Hi! I'm Hoseok!"