One Week

Day Two

 "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date". (Sonnet 18) W. Shakespeare

Why am I so worried about him? So what if he's been in there for nearly forty minutes. Sometimes, people just need a long time to enjoy a nice, warm bath. But his recent obsession with water... scares me. What if he drowned himself? What if he had an episode? I'm sure there are tons of scenarios that could happen. Maybe I'm overthinking it, but I can't help myself.

Disquieted, I hurriedly found my way up the wooden stairs, the fourth stair squeaking under me as I passed over it. I knocked on the white door before walking into the small bathroom. I immediately sighed, relief washing over me as he turned his head to look at me, his hair dripping. He was nude, still sitting in the full bathtub. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Of course," he replied, his brows furrowing slightly in confusion. "Why wouldn't I be?" "Well, you've just... Never mind. Aren't you bored?" He shook his head. "I'm fine, oppa." His lips curved into a reassuring smile, immediately regressing my worry for him, even though when I leave, he's most likely going to stay here for a lot longer.

Sighing, I decided it wasn't that big of a deal, and kissed his forehead before exiting the porcelain room. If he wants to spend an hour in a cold bathtub, so be it. He'll hopefully learn his lesson when he grows sick from the cold water. Shaking my head, I started to walk back down the stairs when I heard his voice.

"What are you doing in here!?" he whisper-yelled. After a few moments, he hissed again. "Get out, you pervert! I'm naked! ... N-no, Yoongi... stop. S-stop! Please? ... I'm with Taehyungie-oppa." Only then did I realise what was happening. Stepping closer to the door, I eavesdropped on his conversation with his hallucination through the slight crack in the door. "Will you please leave? I don't like you like that. ... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. It's just... I've never been with anyone besides him. I don't think I can. N-no, don't touch me!"

Then he started screaming. Listening for a moment, knowing deep down that he was alone anyway, I heard him yelling for Yoongi to stop, and heard the sound of water being violently disturbed. Next, my name escaped his lips, the scream high-pitched and desperate. Deciding this needed to stop, I stormed into the bathroom, running over to him, nearly slipping on the pool of water that was outside the tub as he continued to struggle.

Grabbing his shoulders, I tried to make him focus on me, but his chocolate moons were wide, and glazed over as he stared not at me, but through me. He wasn't looking at me - he was looking at Yoongi. He was breathing heavily, his voice becoming hoarse already from the screaming. Placing both my hands on either side of his head, I looked him in the eyes, my face only a few inches from his as I tried speaking to him to snap him out of his episode.

After about a minute of shaking his shoulders and saying his name, he blinked, and his eyes focused on my face. "Tae... Taehyung?" His expression turned to one of relief as he hugged me, and I returned the embrace, not caring that he was making my shirt wet. "Oh, oppa... He was gonna... He was-" "It's okay, Jungkookie, I'm here... I'm here. I won't let him hurt you."