Mental

9

"Why?" Seokjin asked, baffled with all of this.

Seokjin had driven everyone to his own house, a place everyone would meet usually to hang out or to have conversations frequently.

Now, he wanted to know why Taehyung and Yoongi almost killed each other.

Even Jungkook remained in Taehyung's lap, at Seokjin's house. Dry blood around the corners of his nose, his head buried in Taehyung's neck.

"Because I was angry." Taehyung simply spoke, running a hand through Jungkook's hair.

"That's not a good enough answer and you know it. Come on, tell me why." Seokjin sighed, then turning to Yoongi. "How about you? Why'd you keep doing it?"

"He got in my space and fucked with me so I had to defend myself." Yoongi's voice was so quiet, Seokjin had to really listen closely. Barely enough, he caught what Yoongi said.

"I can't believe the both of you, I really can't. After all that and you can't tell any of us why you /really/ fought each other." Seokjin shook his head in unbelief. "Not to mention, it ruined the trip."

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"Fine. I'll tell you. Yoongi was pissing me off because firstly, he created some pun with my name that had to do with suicide. Secondly, he's just overall being a bitch to Jungkook and I don't know why— and thirdly, his attitude towards all of us." Taehyung explained, glaring over to Yoongi for what was like the billionth time.

"I mean, really— Yoongi. Why are you like this towards him? He didn't do anything to you, and you think it's okay to still treat him like that? Look at him! Do you ever consider other people's feelings?!" Taehyung started to go off on Yoongi, making the older quickly turn his head. "You probably scared the shit out of him by yelling like that, Jesus fucking Christ Yoongi! I thought we were all friends here but you've been making me so mad lately. I can't even imagine how Jungkook feels. He probably hates you. But hey, so does everyone else-"

"SHUT UP." Yoongi raised his voice, removing his hat so all could see his disaster of a face. "Now you listen to me, Taehyung. Do you ever consider why I'm this way, huh? Do any of you even fucking consider me? Maybe I'm this way because you all tend to only care about yourselves! Now everything is about how Jungkook feels- well, he's not the only one with feelings."

"Yoongi that's not true.." Hoseok frowned, voice gentle.

"Yes it is!! It is, Hoseok! None of you understand me. None of you know how I feel day to day or what the hell I do in my apartment all by myself." Yoongi looked back to Taehyung, exhaling with stress. "You ever wonder why I say so many suicide jokes?! Maybe because I'm suicidal myself. Maybe my mind loves dark humor, okay?! So shut the fuck up." Yoongi got to his feet about to leave.

"Yoongi wait-!" Taehyung started to feel bad...

"Please don't leave...." Rosé spoke up, tears coming to her already sore eyes again. "We should all say how we feel...I'm so scared something will happen to one of you." She sniffled, looking down.

"Rosie is right, we can't do this..." Jimin nodded in agreement, feeling sick to his stomach due to all this drama.

"I don't have to listen to any of you. I'm out." Yoongi grumbled, leaving Seokjin's house. He could walk home, he didn't give a damn at this point. Seokjin's house wasn't far from his apartment anyways.

Jungkook shot up out of Taehyung's lap, wanting to follow Yoongi. "Jungkook no-!" Taehyung tried grasping the boys' small waist but he wasn't fast enough.

"Let him go...." Namjoon cleared his throat. "Maybe Jungkook can talk to Yoongi. Maybe they can finally come to peace."

"Are you fucking serious, Namjoon?" Taehyung was about to get up until Jennie held him down harshly. "Don't." She said, strictly. Her tone surprised him. "We don't need another fight." She added.

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"Hyung-!" Jungkook called out, way far behind Yoongi and trying to catch up to him. My god, Yoongi was a fast walker.
Yoongi kept going, not replying.

"Yoongi~~~!" Jungkook began running, finally getting his way to Yoongi and standing in front of him. It stopped Yoongi in his tracks. "Stop.." The younger merely whispered. He watched as Yoongi stared at him, waiting for more words.

"I'm just worried...that's all.." He looked down, feeling Yoongi's eyes pierce into him. "I know you....don't really enjoy my presence anymore but still..I get worried..." He tagged onto his previous sentence.

"Ok. I'm fine." Yoongi's tone talking to Jungkook was much softer than usual, surprisingly. He walked past Jungkook, crossing his arms and tilting his head down as always.

Jungkook skipped up to Yoongi, stopping him again. "Are you sure?"

"Mhm..." Yoongi insisted, shifting his weight onto one of his legs and his gaze on Jungkook. By looking at the other boy he somehow forgot how to stand, literally just stumbling backwards like a dumbass. Nice one, Yoongi.

"I- are you okay?!" Jungkook quickly bent down to the ground, hovering over the older boy.

"Aish..." Yoongi mumbled to himself, wincing.

"Do you need help up..?"

"Fine.." Yoongi mumbled, feeling his hands being grabbed by Jungkook, starting to be pulled up a bit. The problem was Yoongi was putting his full weight on the ground on purpose. It caused Jungkook to fall right on top of Yoongi, half of him landing in his hyungs' lap.

Jungkook immediately felt so bad for falling on top of Yoongi. He knew the older hated close contact.. "I'm sorry..." The younger apologized, biting his lower lip. "I'm heavy.." He whispered to himself, still hand in hand with Yoongi. He was in an awkward position to move from, he tried standing but he kept sliding around Yoongi's lap.

"It's fine...." Yoongi sighed softly, but he soon began watching Jungkook again, seeing the other boy struggle to get up. Yoongi felt the sensation of Jungkook sliding in his lap, and he accidentally let out the faintest moan. Yoongi also felt something....getting hard in his pants. Fuck fuck fuck!

"J-Jungkook...c-can you get off me..." Yoongi was terrified Jungkook could feel something solid under him. He never stuttered either, he was so flustered.

Jungkook quickly rolled off Yoongi, obeying his words.

Yoongi gasped silently, seeing his pants having a pretty obvious bulge. How the hell was he going to hide that?! He quickly stood, back facing Jungkook.

"What's wrong..?" Jungkook slowly stood to his own two feet, approaching Yoongi.

"N-nothing! Don't bother with me, I'm going home." Yoongi spoke too fast. Faster than how he'd rap.

Jungkook stepped in front of Yoongi. "Alright then..." He said, fixating his eyes on something strange. Yoongi's pants...was that a bulge? It was huge...

Yoongi felt so fucking embarrassed, he just started running— running as fast as he could away from Jungkook and not looking back. Yoongi was an awful runner but he didn't care. He'd probably have bad asthma afterwards but fuck it. He had to get to his apartment /now/. Right now.

He just hoped badly that Jungkook didn't catch onto him having a boner. It was probably too late by then. Shit...

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