Roommates (Sope/Yoonseok)

Chapter 24: Maybe I Jinxed It

*Taehyung's POV*

Nothing was normal.
Nobody was normal.
Those were things I was beginning to realize on this...road trip. Ever since this whole mess started, nothing had felt real. It was like walking into a grocery store and shopping there at 3 AM, where the store felt unearthly and sometimes made you question why you were even there. You felt alone, even when you saw others walking by looking equally as lost.
Nobody felt real either.
Everyone had become distant, like we were all afraid to say anything to each other. As if anything we said would break the other, causing them to reduce to less than they already are.

When I met Namjoon, I could tell right away that him and Yoongi were close. They were inseparable. The way they supported each other through everything, even when one envied the other. The way they openly talked about their feelings, like two brothers having a heart-to-heart conversation. Even their music was shared between them. They were inseparable. I remember myself thinking, "It would be horrible if something happened to the other."
Maybe I jinxed it.
Namjoon's looked so lost recently. Like losing Yoongi has made him lose a part of himself. I haven't seen him smile his kind smile, which showcased his dimples. Being without Seokjin has seemed to only make it worse, as he now had no one for support. Hoseok was becoming distant, and I wasn't very close to Namjoon.
At the beginning, I wondered what it was like to lose someone you were so close to. To lose a best friend.
I feel like I'm slowly beginning to answer that question.
Hoseok and I have been close for years. We were never in the same grade, and we often had to skip classes just to see each other. He was all I had, and I was all he had. We learned everything about each other. From our celebrity crushes to our deepest fears and worries. Mine was always being forgotten and discarded like a piece of garbage. His was not being good enough, which I never understood. He was good at everything he did, so why was he so insecure about it?
As the years went on, we moved on. We still talked, but we both became busy. More years went by, we both found people we became close with.
Hoseok had become insecure about something new. Yoongi.
What is he wasn't good enough? What if he was happier with Jimin? What if he does something wrong?
All these questions constantly being asked, directed at himself but texted to me. I was constantly reassuring him, which I didn't mind doing.
I remember when Hoseok felt real.
Now he just sits alone, writing and scribbling in his notebook. He always looked lost and confused, like he needed someone to guide him through his sea of feelings and thoughts. Was I that person?
What am I talking about?

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*Jungkook's POV*
At Seokjin and Namjoon's place

Why won't Taehyung answer my calls?
I've called him five times now, why won't he pick up? He's ok, right? Right?
I was with Seokjin, at his small condo. It was a small space, well, smaller than I'm used to. It was cosy though.
"Hyung!" I called out from the hallway. Last I saw him, Seokjin was sitting on the couch in the living room.
I waited, but there was no answer.
"Hyung?" I called out again, this time making it more like a question.
Once again, no answer.
I strolled over to the living room, a small tinge of nervousness shooting through me.
When I entered the room, I saw Seokjin passed out on the couch. He snored softly, hugging a small lamb stuffie. He looked comfortable, I didn't want to disturb him.
Another thing I couldn't help but notice were the tear streaks on his face. They seemed to be fairly recent, I guess he had just fallen asleep. I couldn't help but sigh sadly, my heart breaking a little.
Seokjin had seemed so heartbroken when he saw Namjoon look so down, almost like it had broken something in him. He and Namjoon were close, I could only imagine what he has been feeling.
Don't get me wrong, I miss Taehyung, but I know he'll come back safe. He's my hero, so of course he'll be able to save the day! I haven't been too worried about him, but every now and then I do feel the occasional feeling of worry.
I left Seokjin to be and went to the kitchen, opening some cupboards in a search for food. Much to my disappointment, nothing was already made. Guess I'll have to make something.

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oof this chapter is really short
i just wanted to ask you guys a quick question: would any of you participate if i did a Q&A at the end of this story? I could include myself as well as the characters, and answer some of your questions at the end of this book