For what it's worth || Sope

lonely?

Hobi stepped out of the now silent hospital room, seeing the other members ready to come back into the room.

"We aloud to see him?"
Worried Namjoon asked.

"I wouldn't."
Hobi said, not making eye contact as he harshly pulled the door shut behind him. He quickly walked over to his stuff and picked it up. He tried storming past the others, but felt a hard tug at his shoulder.

"Hobi, what happened in there?"
Jin said, worry clearly welling up in his eyes.

Hobi let his shoulder go limp to get Jin's hand off. He sighed and responded.

"He yelled. He just pushed me away. He refuses to be helped. He told me I was ignorant and that I knew nothing of him. I have no idea what happened to him in the past, but the few days I have known him we became close."

Namjoon shook his head, clearly irritated.

"Look kid, not everyone becomes friends with someone and immediately just let's them in. Yoongi is your polar opposite. He doesn't trust anyone, not even me completely and I lived with him for years."

Hobi took Namjoon's words harshly. He knew he was right, but he wanted yoongi to be better. He balled his hands into fists.

"Then go right ahead and check on him, fool. If you truly knew him than why doesn't he have help? Maybe YOU'RE worse. Maybe you're not who you think you are to him!"

Hobi was infuriated, but not as infuriated as Namjoon. By now the others had backed off, and glanced from Namjoon to Hobi, and occasionally at each other, trying to be prepared for any sudden actions.

Hobi turned and began walking towards the exit, not wanting to fist fight.

Namjoon noted this and turned to yoongi's room. He began walking to the room when he felt that same hand Hobi felt on his shoulder.

"Namjoon, give yoongi time. From what Jimin has told me, if Hobi gets upset it means something bad happens. He threatened you, joonie. Give it time."

Namjoon looked down at his hands where he fidgeted. He turned around and nodded, following the others out of the hospital.

Yoongi anticipated someone else to walk in, but nothing. He laid alone on his damp pillow. The doorknob teased him. At any second the door would fling open and someone, anyone, could tell him he wasn't alone.

But nothing.

The door stayed silent, shut.

Yoongi stared at the shiny knob as he awaited the reflection of the light to spin and a new presence to enter the room.

Nothing.

He waited a few more minutes.

Nothing.

More minutes.

Nothing.

"Is this all that's left? Just me?"

He said to himself. He felt as though the world had ended and he was the last of humanity. The world went silent. He closed his eyes and let the anxiety take its toll.

He squirmed as he met his hands to his now wet cheeks. He bolted his eyes shut and hid himself from the world. The blackness made him feel like he had nobody. He never had anyone.

"Yoongi? Is that you?"
Yoongi he turned and met Namjoon's teary eyes.

They shared their sadness.

"Jesus, kid.. I thought I lost you..."

Yoongi fiddled with his hands uncomfortably. He sobbed quietly, not making any more eye contact with joon.

Yoongi hummed to himself, trying to calm his nerves and make himself feel as if he never lost seung.

Joon took a seat next to yoongi.

"Have you got it all figured out?"

Yoongi sang the sad song to himself, quietly.

Joon heard, and sat quiet as if he didn't hear, knowing yoongi disliked people hearing him sing.

Yoongi awoke harshly. He shot up in his uncomfortable hospital bed and looked around, silently wishing for anyone to be there. He didn't care if it was his worst enemy. He didn't even care if it were his own father.

The person he dreaded most.

Deep down he knew nobody would be there, but he was allowed to dream.

Yoongi sat in the bed, curled up in a ball. He decided he would go crazy if he spent another second feeling this way.

He got off the hospital bed in pain, and wobbled over to his changes of clothing. He changed into his black ripped jeans, black high top vans, and a black hoodie. He wanted to look like a different person so nobody would find him to be the patient in room 49.

He grabbed his bag and put a cap on, covering his dark eyes. He checked himself in the mirror before taking his leave and realized how dead he looked.

He disregarded it and opened the door and exited quickly.

He walked with a normal stride, silently dealing with the excruciating pain he was in. He rib was still healing. He reached the hospital door and opened it. He left the building and nearly collapsed. He leaned against the wall next to the back exit, holding his chest.

He realized it might be too late to get home safely alone in his state. He remembered his phone and rumadged through his bag for it. Once finding it, he checked the time.

But something else caught his eye.

Thursday, March 7.

'I was in the hospital for 2 and a half weeks??'

Yoongi nearly stumbled as he read his phone. The time was 1:17 am. He decided he had no better option than to look for his car in the hospital parking lot, hoping someone left it for him. He had the keys in his bag, so he figured it had to be somewhere with easy access. He made his way around the building, than found the car lot.

There were specific spots reserved to patients who were presumed to make it out of the hospital soon, and other spots reserved for those who wouldn't be leaving for some time.

Yoongi looked through the soon to leave spots and found nothing. He dared to turn his head to the late leave spots and found the black car with the licence plate stating 'devilin'

'I could collapse and die any second'

Yoongi put this together, but didn't care at the moment. He unlocked the car and got in. He turned the car on and pulled out of the spot, soon pulling out of the parking lot aswell. He looked back at the hospital and noticed lights turning on in the hallway he stayed in.